He resisted and waited for Cold’s next command.
“Plug up your ass, Mr. Poe,” Cold ordered. “I don’t want to lose all your hard work. And then...” He pursed his lips for a moment, considering something. “Go on and put a ring on your cock.”
“Yes, sir.” Jimmy crawled over to the edge of the bed to grab the toys. He kept his ass up, the plug lubed and sliding inside of him easily. The cock ring wasn’t as simple.
He was already so damn hard, and he whined as he stretched the silicone material back over his balls. The resulting pressure made him throb, and the head of his dick was leaking clear little drops of pre-cum.
“Spread your cheeks, Mr. Poe,” Cold said. “Let them all see your pretty little ass, all plugged up and waiting for me and my cock.”
Jimmy blushed, resting his head against the sheets as he reached back to grab hold of his butt. He squeezed each cheek and spread them wide. He arched his back, making himself look as delicious as possible and earning himself another round of flashing lights.
“Now, pour me a drink, Mr. Poe,” Cold said, rubbing his tongue over his top lip. “I’m quite thirsty after watching that lovely performance.”
Jimmy nodded, moving to grab the bottle and pour the cognac. He was mindful of every drop, and he moaned as the plug shifted inside of him. He started to bring the glass to Cold, but he paused when Cold held up his hand for him to stop.
“On your knees, Mr. Poe,” Cold instructed, pointing at the floor. “Bring it to me without making a mess.”
Dropping down obediently, Jimmy gasped at the sudden movement of the plug against his prostate. He took a breath to steady himself and held the drink up as he crawled toward Cold.
The lights flickered again as if to remind him of their audience, and he whimpered as he approached Cold’s legs. Every shuffle made the plug move deep inside his ass and his cock was leaking so much. He offered the glass up to Cold, saying, “Here, sir.”
Cold took the drink, sipping it slowly until he’d emptied it. “Another, Mr. Poe.”
Jimmy nodded, crawling back to the table to refill the glass. His cock was positively pounding now, certainly leaking down his thigh as he poured more cognac. Back on his knees again, he started toward Cold once more.
The plug happened to shift just the right way and made Jimmy gasp sharply, jerking all over, and the drink spilled when he was merely inches away. He stared up at Cold, wide-eyed and scared, pleading, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry—”
“Uh uh,” Cold scolded, leaning forward in his chair. “There’s no need to apologize, Mr. Poe... you just need to clean it up.”
Jimmy whined, putting the glass in Cold’s waiting hand and looking down at the splashes of liquor he’d left on the floor. He had to clean it all up. He had to be a good boy for Cold.
He bowed his head, his tongue lapping at the cognac slowly. It burned so sweetly, and he groaned.
“Such a good boy for me,” Cold said happily. “Go on, Mr. Poe. Get every last drop.”
The lights flashed as Jimmy got more eager, licking the floor faster and faster, a surge of hot shame making his balls ache. Those people were watching him clean the floor like a dog, a filthy dog, whimpering as he thought about what a sight he must have been.
When the last of it was slurped up, Jimmy looked up at Cold pleadingly, saying, “It’s all clean, sir.”
“Good boy,” Cold said with a sly smile. “Now, come up here in my lap. It’s time for your punishment.”
“But I cleaned it up!” Jimmy protested, pouting sadly but excited about what his punishment was going to be.
“Yes, and you still need to be punished,” Cold snorted, patting his leg. “I think ten spanks is enough, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Jimmy sighed, draping himself over Cold’s legs, his hard cock digging into his thigh.
Cold’s hand rubbed smooth circles over Jimmy’s ass, playing around the plug with a soft murmur of approval. The first strike of Cold’s hand was almost playful, giving Jimmy time to prepare himself.
Jimmy sighed contentedly, his head hanging down in submission. Yes, he’d been bad. This was what he had to do to be good again. All he wanted was to be good.
The second spank made him cringe, the third left his skin stinging, and the fourth made him cry out in pain. He grinded into Cold’s lap, all of his nerves fighting to interpret the sensation, and it was making his balls uncomfortably tight.
Again and again, Cold spanked him, quick smacks of his palm that echoed throughout the vast room. Jimmy was crying, clenching down in response, and that made the plug ache even more, the pressure sending a dazzling array of stars dancing before his eyes.
He was so close, even with the restraint of the cock ring around him, panting and pleading, “Sir, please... I can’t... I’m... I’m so close...”
Cold pinched his taint, smirking at the little whimper it earned him, rubbing over the bright red flesh of Jimmy’s cheeks. “Oh? Could you come like this, Mr. Poe? Taking your punishment?”
