Page 43 of Learning to Trust

I flashed my eyes to Andrew who stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. He didn’t need to say a word for me to know the goalposts had shifted and that he agreed with what Kyle had instructed.

“I apologize, Sir.”

Kyle nodded. “I’m sure your Dom will punish you appropriately for your show of disrespect."

I was sure too. I’d had the opportunity to end my involvement, so why hadn’t I walked out? Because I couldn’t bear to lose Andrew and deep inside, I wanted him to take command over me and my body.

“Upstairs,” Andrew ordered which sent shivers down my spine. “Excuse us please, gentlemen, I suggest you eat.”

Andrew snatched my hand, and I was pulled up to the playroom. Once there, he closed the door.

“Undress.”

“Why?”

Andrew’s eyes widened in warning, so I dropped the bratty attitude and stripped naked.

“You understand I am going to punish you for disrespecting another Dom in my home?”

“But, Sir—”

"There are no buts, David. I know you are tired and irritable after having done so much for me, but it does not excuse your attitude. If you decide now that this is not what you want, you may dress and leave. I'll be happy to maintain a casual friendship with you, nothing more."

Fuck, no. The thought of my time with Andrew being reduced to the occasional hi over a fence terrified me and was unacceptable.

“I’ll take my punishment, Sir. I’m sorry for disrespecting your friend and fellow Dom.”

“Very well.” Andrew crossed to a corner of the room. “Kneel here, arms behind your back.”

Andrew opened one of the cupboard doors while I knelt and settled my ass on both feet.

“Up on your knees and bend forward.”

I used the wall to rest my head against and steadied myself while Andrew lubed and stretched my hole. When ready, I inserted a long, thick plug. "Up on your knees."

Andrew bound my wrists and ankles together. When I relaxed back and the plug was pushed deeper, I almost catapulted through the ceiling and pushed back high onto both knees.

"The plug has an extended hand hold so if you sit back it will press hard against the prostate. I am going to switch it to low and intermittent vibrate. I shall return in one hour, after having dinner, and then position you on the spanking bench where you will receive ten strikes of the paddle. If you orgasm, five extra strikes will be added. You will be fucked but won't be permitted to come. I will tend to your aftercare and then we will talk because at the moment, things are all kinds of fucked up and I need to clarify what is acceptable if we are to continue. I'm sure you will be grateful for sleep once done. I'll be back in one hour. You are not to move."

“Yes, Sir.”

Andrew left the room as the plug began vibrating. The pressure against the prostate caused arousal to flow through every cell in my body. My cock thickened and swelled. Goosebumps formed. Nerves crackled like an electricity grid and both balls shrank and hardened. When the vibration ceased, I breathed a sigh of relief and hoped there would be long breaks between sessions. My cock lost interest and softened, allowing me to relax.

The long break I'd hoped for was not to be, less than a minute later, the fucking thing began vibrating again. It was going to be a long fucking hour. I was so fucking horny and desperately in need of release. My cock became a steel rod and ached unbearably. I squirmed while balanced on an orgasmic edge that I was determined not to give into.

The vibration ceased and gradually I softened, the ache and need for release subsided. Sweat beaded all over my body, damp curls hung in my eyes, and precum oozed from the slit in my cock.

It seemed the vibrations were coming closer together, but I doubted that was true—it was taking me longer to come down after each episode and I'd barely done so when the latest vibration started again.

My dick was painfully hard. Both balls ached like motherfuckers, willing me to give in to the urge for relief. My thighs burned with the effort of holding me upright, muscles spasmed, and legs shook.

"David, safe word?" I jumped at the sound of Andrew's voice through an intercom.

“No, Sir.”

“Are you sure? Your thighs are turning pink, and I can see the muscles twitching.”

He could see me? I frantically searched the room for evidence of a camera. Were the others watching my struggles?