I’d been hooked in place it seemed, and I was never going to break free, as much as I’d wanted. There was instant relief the moment I was released, like I imagine a mummy would feel the moment all that tissue came off.
He took the squished bear from my chest and place it on my bed. “I see you had company during the night,” he said, his eyes going down my body. I grabbed my crotch, but he’d seen my excitement there.”Before I forget,” he said, taking the silver ring out. “Your vitals. I’ll be watching these closely. And one more thing, no masturbating. Unless it’s authorized by me. You have any questions?”
“Do I have to crawl everywhere?” I asked.
“To the bathroom, where you can stand to pee, but then, back on your knees into the shower,” he said. “Yes, you’ll be using my shower. The ring is waterproof, so don’t worry about that. I’ll leave you for five minutes from the time you’re in the bathroom, if you stand for longer than it would take you to pee, punishment. If you stand in the shower for longer than it takes to turn the nozzle, punishment. If you touch yourself longer than it takes to clean, punishment.” His tone was serious with inflections of something—fun, perhaps. My read of Donovan during the whirlwind time we spent together was always fun, he was all about pleasure in controlled and measured dosesfor himself, but allowed me to have it unadulterated. He was teaching me control now.
I crawled over the bathroom as he left the room. It was exhilarating, I took care of my aching bladder and crawled into the shower where I stripped out of my clothes, threw them across the floor and stood once again, briefly so I could turn the shower on.
The instant hit of cold had me wail for a moment before cupping a hand to my mouth, not wanting to make a sound. It was thrilling, having him control me, it was like his hands were all over me once again, and I really wanted that right now, as much as I liked the hot water rain down on me, it was only bringing back memories of the nights we’d shower beneath those large expensive hotel rainforest shower immersions the whole ceiling showering down. I reached out to grab the soap and laid back on my knees, my back arched in case he’d walk back in. I wanted to show him I could follow orders, that’s the only way I was going to make it out of training.
“You can clean yourself better than that,” he said, appearing in the doorway, my clothes across his arm. “And if you’re touching yourself, remember there will be punishments.”
I shook my head, staring at him like a rabbit in headlights.
He placed my clothes across the tower railing before undressing. “I need to make sure you get all your body,” he said, kicking his clothes out into the bedroom. “No standing. Stay where you are.”
My cock twitched, hiding now between my thighs as I couldn’t control my grip and the squeeze of them, basically a pulsating call sign for attention, and I knew he’d see it. My heart raced. A bleeping came from the bedroom—his tablet.
Donovan tutted. “You’re not allowed to do that,” he said.I opened my mouth to speak and he took hold of my chin, pulling it open wider. “Go on, you have my permission to speak.”
“It’s not on purpose,” I told him. “You’re touching me. You know how that gets me.”
He knew it—that smile knew it. I tried my hardest not to be a brat and sass him again. It was impossible, I was going to fail all of his rules, and end up walking around on my hands and knees for the rest of the day, maybe even with a collar, maybe even completely naked.
“Then I suppose it can’t be helped,” he said. “But you’re not allowed to touch it.”
“For how long?”
“That wasn’t a question,” he said, staring at me as he scrubbed the soap into a lather on my back. “I’m glad you’re not fighting me on this.”
My mouth once more opened to speak, and he smiled like he knew this time would be when he’d dole out his punishments. I didn’t take into account I’d have to behazed, but it was fine, I’d been through it at Whitespire, I was more than able to get through it here—even if it was a game for Donovan.
***
The canteen was a large hall with a curved ceiling that seemed to move, letting in light I didn’t know if it was real or just from a bulb. Either way, I couldn’t express any of those thoughts. Donovan had me sat while he got my breakfast. It was eggs, an entire plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice.His plate was stocked with meat—cooked sausage and back bacon, potato hash, and pancakes.
“Anything you want to say?” he asked.
Gulping the saliva of staring at his plate down. “Eggs will give me gas,” I said.
I’d caught him. “Eat some of them,” he said. “You need the protein. All of the protein.”
“But I’ll—” I paused, trying to see if I was able to speak. He hadn’t stopped me. “I’ll be on the toilet for hours after this.”
He eventually grabbed another plate, halved my scrambled egg load and added a couple sausages to the mix. Eggs didn’t really drive me that bad, but I didn’t want to eat all of that. There was only so much popcorn egg I could take—anyone could take.
“Get to eating,” he said. “We’ve got some heavy training to do. You’re gonna be wearing weights while you do it as well.”
As I stabbed into a sausage, I gnawed on the corner of my lip. “I thought you like it when I was a twink,” I let out.
Donovan smiled and nodded, taking a sip of his water as he looked around. “Well, you’re not technically mine anymore,” he said. “You’reminefor the extent of training, but this—but—you belong to this place.” He gestured with a hand to the space.
He didn’t deny that he liked me. “I think I’ll look good with a big of muscle.”
“Rules,” he said. “Don’t forget them.”
“Yes, Sir.”
