“What’s…” I knew what some of it was andthat was enough. There was probably a fancier name, but he had a spreader barhanging from a bolt in the ceiling. “Why didn’t I notice the bolt?”
Porter chuckled. “Most of the time it’scovered by a flat panel that blends in with the ceiling really well. Youweren’t supposed to notice.”
“It was very well done.” As I walked overto the bed, all my brain was focused on was the way it looked and how sturdy itwas. “I won’t pull it down?”
Porter wrapped himself around me and kissedmy neck as I got to the bed. “No. No matter how much you squirm or tug or pull,it’ll keep you in place for me. It’s very sturdy, boy.”
The shiver that raced through me had mereaching out to grab the mattress, but Porter smacked my ass. “You aren’tfollowing my directions.”
Directions?
Oh, bend over.
That wasn’t as easy as he seemed to thinkit would be. For some reason, it took complete concentration to force mymuscles to make me bend over. The way Porter was stroking his hand down my backand over my ass wasn’t helping either.
I could hear myself moan as I pressed myface into the mattress, but it was like something else took over me as I archedup and presented my ass to him. Porter didn’t seem to mind. He made a sexy humas he stroked one finger over my hole and I could hear how excited he was.
Whatever he was imagining turned him on,and that made me want to beg to know what he wanted…what he was going to do tome.
Punishments.
The worst part seemed to be not knowingwhat would happen.
The familiar pop of a cap opening hadeverything in me stilling, but it was the dirty sound of the lube squirting outthat had every nerve in my body tingling. Every noise was amplified as I heardhim spread the lube onto something. I was so focused on the sounds that Ijumped when a finger brushed over my hole.
He was going to play with my ass.
Did that mean he was going to fuck me?
If he was going to fuck me, why did he needme restrained like that?
Well, why not, but that didn’t seem like afirst time together kind of setup. I had a feeling sex like that would requirea bit of practice first—
Wherever my random thoughts had been takingme vanished as his finger pressed just barely inside me. I moaned again as I forcedmy body to relax and let him in. I wanted it. I just had to remember how torelax and breathe at the same time…again, not as easy as he apparently thoughtit should be.
“That’s my good boy. Show me that you wantto take your punishment like a good boy.” As he slowly eased deeper into me, Itried to figure out how this related to my punishment…then I decided I didn’tcare.
“Ohh…” He brushed over my prostate, sendingsparks through me and making my dick fight even harder to swell in the tightconfines of the cage. Every shift and movement of the restraint made it evenmore obvious that I belonged to Porter.
I found myself shaking and fighting to staystill as he slowly stretched me and teased me so incredibly.
When he finally started pulling out of me,I couldn’t help the whine that escaped as I pressed back against his finger.That earned me another pop to one cheek and I gasped, more surprised than hurt.
“No, you don’t get to demand more.” Hishand stroked over the tender skin, distracting me enough that the tip ofsomething was inside me before I’d even realized it.
A plug.
As soon as it was in, I knew what it was.It was similar in size to one I had at home, but having him be the one tohandle it made my head spin. It was familiar, yet so different when he was incontrol.
Before I even had a chance to take it allin, he’d seated it fully in me and was stroking over it. “Yes, that looksperfect. You were meant to be decorated all over for me.”
I could’ve stayed there for ages justsoaking up his touch and the way the plug felt, but Porter gave my ass a pat.“Up on the bed.”
Moving was…interesting.
I’d never worn a plug when I’d had to walkaround. That definitely made a difference. I found myself sucking in deepbreaths, trying to keep my core as still as possible as I straightened, but itwas impossible.
By the time I’d climbed onto the middle ofthe bed, I was ready to beg for his touch or to be spanked or anything thatmight give me a chance at an orgasm. Even without the ability to get hard, Icould feel desire firing through me and the cage just made it even more insane.
