Page 24 of Learning to Trust

Andrew chuckled.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“Are you still going to do what you said at the club about—um?”

“Punishing you until we are together again?”

I nodded.

“Words, David. Is that what you want?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He lifted me from his lap and sat me on the couch.

"Strip off your shoes, jeans, and underwear."

The Dom voice was back—firm, and commanding.

Andrew disappeared upstairs, and when he returned, he held a butt plug and what looked like a cage in his hands. He studied my cock, causing it to harden, and then tossed the cage aside.

"I'm not using a ring because it would be too much for you at this stage." He pointed to the cage on the chair. "That cage is the largest I have and isn't nearly big enough for you, so tomorrow, I'll pick a new one up at the store." He held up the plug. "This is a little bigger than the one I used earlier, but it doesn't vibrate. It should still rub on your prostate with movement. Bend over and support yourself with both hands on the couch."

I didn't hesitate to do as Andrew asked, jutting my sore ass into the air. Andrew fondled one cheek and I whimpered.

"Stay put, and I'll get the lotion."

The position made me feel extremely exposed, and I hoped none of his friends returned for something they'd forgotten. Fortunately, Andrew returned within moments, and when he applied the first of the lotion, I almost shot through the roof as the cold combined with pain. After the initial shock, I reveled in the cooling, soothing effect.

“That should help. It needs to be applied fairly regularly and you should be able to reach.”

Andrew pulled my cheeks apart and pushed the thick, long, lubricated plug until it came to a stop deep inside and rested against my prostate. I felt full and realized the next few days would be hard—no pun intended. I was going to be in a constant state of arousal.

“How does that feel?”

I stood and turned around, my cock standing long, thick, and proud. It hardened even more when Andrew reached out and gave it a few hard tugs.

“How the fuck do you think it feels, Sir?”

Andrew chuckled, "Ah, there's some of that attitude I knew you had hidden inside. You are not to touch yourself. The plug can be removed for the obvious and then is to be immediately replaced. If you come, I want you to be honest enough to admit the fact."

I groaned, already on the edge of coming, with Andrew's hand wrapped around my cock and tugging every so often. His eyes were locked on mine, challenging me to climax. Stubbornness filled my veins, and I became determined to make my Dom proud. I was going to trust in him to make my life better than it had ever been. All I needed was to get my defiant dick on board with doing as it was told.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Andrew released me and helped me back on with my clothes. Once done, he pulled me into his arms, and we shared a bone-melting kiss.

"Bring a cushion out to the deck to sit on; I'm going to grill steaks."

Even though Andrew sounded stern in his instructions, his voice had a softer tone. I snatched up a cushion, his arm wrapped around my waist, and after stopping in the kitchen to grab what was needed, we headed outside to the deck.

***

The following day.

I wriggled in my chair, attempting to get comfortable, but having the butt plug and newly purchased cage in place made it difficult to sit still. My dick was pressing against the cage, and it felt ready to explode if only it could get hard enough. I was unsure how I would handle the three days Andrew had imposed, but I would not let the man down.

Dad, who I hadn’t heard from over the weekend even though I knew he would have had one of his spies call about my decision on Friday night, was on loudspeaker shouting about how disgusted he was with me and how I’d been ungrateful my whole life. I’d just advised him I was about to email him my resignation, giving him two months to find a replacement.