“Are you enjoying this?” he asks, his brow sweating from the effort of holding all that water inside him. I press against his swollen abdomen with both hands, and he whimpers from the cramping ache of it.
“Not particularly, but I appreciate that you are willing to endure this discomfort for me. You have three minutes left. Any further reflections?”
“I didn’t know you’d be so mad about it,” he says, dewy-eyed and remorseful. A weaker man might bend to his pretty penance.
“If I were still mad, we wouldn’t be doing this, sweetheart.” He nods, biting his lower lip. “Anything else you want to share?”
“I’m afraid of the noise it’s going to make when I let go.”
“It will sound like you’re evacuating water from your bowels, a perfectly normal bodily function and nothing at all to be ashamed of.”
“But, Sir, it’s so…gross.”
“Giovanni, there is nothing gross about this body.” I skate one hand over his lovely golden skin. I’ve had subs smeared in their own feces and doused with my urine, but I keep that to myself because I don’t think he’d react well to hearing about my past exploits. “If you want me to fist you, you’re going to have to get used to all sorts of indecencies. There are so many things I’m going to want to shove up inside you.”
He grunts and knocks the back of his head against the padded vinyl, and I hope he remembers this the next time he’s tempted to disobey me. I count down for the remainder of our time, then instruct him to let go. When he doesn’t, I press on his abdomen to help him along.
“Very good,” I tell him after I’ve disposed of the waste and wiped him clean. “How are you feeling?”
“Purged,” he says wearily, and I don’t think he hates it.
“Next up is this little device.” I offer him the stainless-steel cock cage so he can inspect it more closely. “I understand the Aponte men carry with them a certain amount of pride,” I say to show him there is a method to the torment he’s about to endure. “And that’s why I’m going to help you humble yourself before me, so that you may demonstrate humility to your Dom, because one thing I absolutely will not tolerate is a boy who lies. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” he says quite sheepish now.
“You’re going to wear this cock cage for the next few days. You can urinate with it on, but it will prevent you from getting an erection, even when I stimulate your prostate. You may orgasm or you may not. This will be an experiment for us both.” He nods and I continue, “We’re going to go a few rounds here with my prostate massager Hugo, and then throughout the evening when you need a reminder, I’m going to activate Hugo again. Because I want you to remember this experience, Giovanni, as something very unpleasant. I am a reasonable man, but I will not tolerate lies or deception. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” he says with a lovely vibrato in his voice.
“Then, let us begin.”
I fit him with the cage first, lubing his genitals and slipping his soft cock inside it. I lock the contraption and pocket the key, thinking how crude it looks on him. Something more delicate and gold-plated would suit him far better. It would be a good investment on my part too because I suspect he’s going to need the reminders.
“How does that feel?”
“Uncomfortable.”
“As it should. Is it cutting off your circulation?” I can see plainly that it isn’t, but I want him to get used to what’s normal and what is cause for concern.
“No, Sir.”
“I’m going to order you a nicer one for parties to help you remember your place. Otherwise, I might catch you humping the furniture whenever I turn my head.”
He scowls at that. “I can control myself, Sir.”
“You have not demonstrated restraint nor control, but I’m going to help you. That’s my job as your Dominant, to correct your bad behavior and train you to be a better submissive.”
“Nero castrated his boy lover Sporos and dressed him in women’s clothing. He told everyone that he was his wife.”
“We won’t go quite that far yet,” I assure him. “Scoot your ass to the edge of the table.”
I lube the massager next and fit it neatly inside of him. It’s modest in size but expertly crafted to exert pressure on his prostate, even more so when he shifts in an attempt to get comfortable. I’ve never used a vibrator on him before, so this will be something of a shock to the system.
“Remember you can always safeword, even during a punishment. Now, are you ready for round one?” I ask, remote control already in hand.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then here we go.”
