Page 172 of Naughty November
“Yeah. It’s nice, actually.”
“Tell me about it.” Gene petted my head, gentle touches that eased me.
“I wasn’t expecting the padding. It’s…like a cloud. Soft and soothing.” I laughed shakily. “That probably seems ridiculous. I’m not sure I’m explaining it very well.”
“You’re doing an excellent job.”
Now that I’d seen the sound meant for me and the mask was on, I was more convinced than ever I’d made the right call. Nothing about a metal rod going into my dick was something I wished to see.
I tensed at the sound of shuffling noises from the tray. Wait. Wasn’t he supposed to do something to get me ready before he started sticking a foreign object into me? Maybe the mask was a bad idea after all. I heard a small tear, and the powerful scent of alcohol made me wrinkle my nose. Gene placed the cold pad on the end of my dick, and I jerked in my restraints. The issue of me getting too hard was instantly solved.
“I’ve sterilized the rods already, and everything else I’m using is insterile packaging. Should you ever break the rules by touching yourself for pleasure, be damn sure you’re being safe.”
He had to be joking. “No worries, Sir. There’s not a chance I’ll be doing this to myself.”
Gene chuckled. “Never say never. A lot of men find this extremely pleasurable.”
“The guy in the demonstration seemed to be having a good time.”
I’d never heard anyone yell so loud.
More tearing noises could be heard, and I pictured Gene grinning as he prepared to torment me some more. He wrapped his gloved fingers around my now soft dick, stroking my cock in long, leisurely pulls. His hand was slippery, and the lack of a pungent odor told me he‘d moved on to the lube packets. After every few tugs, he’d brush his thumb over my slit, almost as if he was getting me used to the idea of my opening being stimulated.
Gene stopped stroking me before I got fully hard, and the damn mask left me to my imagination. This had to be it, the moment I’d fully thought I was waiting for. I licked my lips, my breathing picking up a more rapid pace.Red. Red. Red. The word echoed in my mind. Or yellow. Yellow would work.
I sighed with a gasp as the tip of my cock was pinched lightly, followed by the odd sensation of something being worked into my slit.
“I’m getting your opening ready to take the sound. Nothing will be forced. If your urethra is able to accept the rod, gravity should ease the process along.”
His words gave me pause. Even if I’d had the concept of sounding explained to me several times, done my good old internet research, and grasped the concept in general—I still hadn’t banished the fear that something was being forcibly shoved inside me.
I hissed as Gene continued to work my slit, manipulating the opening and adding more cool lube that warmed almost immediately on contact. A slight burn built, but nothing horribly unpleasant. If that was as intense as it got, I’d be fine.
I gasped again, my whole body going rigid as the blunt end of the steel rod breached my slit. I could barely move because of the restrictive straps, I was surrounded by darkness, and the sensation my dickwas being ripped open made me want to scream. Instead, I gritted my teeth and thrashed my head from side to side.
“Talk to me, sweetheart. Are we still green?”
Was I? Fuck. I’d gone this far. Why not push past the crappy part and get to the good stuff?
“Green.”
Gene pressed his lips to my forehead, his warm breath wafting over my skin. “I’m very proud of you, Alec. Your cock is taking the sound easily, so I think you’re going to really enjoy what comes next.”
As long as there was plenty of coming, I was on board.
But my attention was one hundred percent captivated by the way Gene was using the rod on me. With every glide of the sound, it probed deeper into my dick, the burning intensifying with each gentle move. I curled my toes and gripped the chair arm until I thought my joints would crack.
Before I had a chance to ask if I should be concerned, the sound slid all the way inside of me. It had to be as far as it could go because I felt the ball at the top of the rod bumping against my cockhead. And the sensation in my dick was huge. Gigantic.
“Is it…?” I cleared my throat and reminded myself to breathe. “Completely in?”
“You took it well.” Gene lightly tapped the top of the rod, a slight vibration skittering through me. The darkness surrounding me was doing its job. The anticipation of his next move, my attention held captive by whatever he chose to do to me, gave me a thrill I’d never known existed. “Are you ready to come harder than you ever had?”
Was that a serious question? “Yes, Sir. More ready than you know.”
He began slowly, barely moving the piece of steel in my cock. I’d always been aware of Gene’s cautious handling of me. My assumption had always been it was due to my questioning, vanilla ass. But now, there seemed to be more to his actions than my inexperience. He treated me with such care because I mattered to him.
Tears stung my eyes. All of me. I would give all of myself to this man who’d stolen my heart.