Zach finished his shower as quickly as he could. He got out, dried off, and did as instructed. He glanced into the bedrooms, searching to see if Jason was still upstairs, but most of the rooms looked unfinished and empty. Moving on, he descended the stairs and went in search of the kitchen, which was at the very back of the house.
It was a large, grand old kitchen. It was half renovated, a work still in progress. Jason stood before a hot plate. A pan was on the burner, and Jason wore a pair of latex gloves.
“What kind of science experiment are we having?” Zach asked, frowning.
Jason grabbed a pair of tongs and reached into the pot. He lifted out a piece of silver metal. It had a thin tube slightly thinner and shorter than a straw with a curve and circle.
“What’s that?”
“A cum stopper,” Jason said as he laid the metal down on a paper towel beside the burner. “I was sterilizing it.”
“A what?”
Jason met his stare. “A penis plug.”
Zach suddenly couldn’t breathe. He remembered the tip of Jason’s tongue at his slit and how amazing it had felt. “What… what do you do with it?”
“It slides into the urethra,” Jason said, pointing to the narrow length. “And this circle wraps around the glans so it stays in place.” He lifted his stare. “You’re going to wear it through dinner.”
“Come on,” Zach said, knowing there was no way he could be in public with that thing inside his cock.
Jason smiled. “I saw how you reacted to my tongue. Imagine how good this is gonna feel.”
Zach struggled for air. “I… I can’t wear that. Not out.” He grabbed the edge of the island for stability. “I won’t be able to think straight.”
“That’s the idea,” Jason said, capturing his gaze. “I don’t want you thinking straight. At any point this weekend.”
Zach felt his entire body trembling. Jason poured some rubbing alcohol into a glass bowl and then lowered the plug into the liquid. “Come here,” he said. “Jump up on the island.”
Zach lifted up and sat on the surface. Jason stepped between his knees and pushed his thighs open before peeling back the towel. Once he was bared, Jason grabbed his semi-soft cock and wiped the whole thing off with some of the rubbing alcohol.
“This always needs to be clean and sanitized,” Jason said. “I want this to be safe for you.”
All Zach could do was nod his head.
Once Jason was done cleaning his cock, he leaned in for a kiss. Zach melted against the man, so wound up he could barely think straight. He was starved for the man’s touch…
After a few minutes, Jason drew back and lifted a bottle.
“What’s that?” Zach asked, his throat dry.
“Special urethral lubricant,” Jason said as he opened the bottle. He took the tip of Zach’s cock and squeezed the head slightly to spread open the slit.
He gasped as Jason squeezed a thin stream of lube down his shaft. The sensation sent a shockwave through him—a mix of pleasure and pain that leaned toward the former. A groan rumbled up his chest.
“Feel good?” Jason asked.
“Yeah,” Zach moaned, the sensation ebbing into more pleasure.
Jason reached into the bowl and carefully touched the plug. “I think it’s cool enough,” he whispered.
“Is it going to hurt?”
“It shouldn’t be too much. If it does, I stop. You just say the word.”
Zach met the man’s stare and nodded.
After Jason coated the surface with more of the lube, he put the tapered end of the length against the slit. “Not too warm?”
Zach shook his head. “N-no. It feels good.”
Jason smiled and slowly inserted the plug inside his cock. Zach grasped Jason’s strong shoulders as the thing slid inside him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he felt the circle tucking behind his glans.
He felt the urge to come… but was being held back from it, too. Stuck on the edge… this was going to be torment. He trembled all over, the feeling overwhelming.
“This should hold it in place,” Jason said, running his thumb over the circle against his glans. “You won’t be able to pee or come while it’s inside you.” He peeled the gloves off and eyed his handwork. “How’s it feel?”
“Like I need to shoot a load and can’t.”
Jason grinned. “Good.”
“Asshole,” he spat.
Jason laughed. “Let’s find you something to wear so we can eat.”
As if he could think about eating.
* * * *
Jason sat across from Zach at the dinner table, watching the guy struggling. Zach hadn’t sat still through dinner at the new upscale eatery on Kent Street. Sweat dotted his brow. His pupils were dilated. His breathing was rapid. Knowing how much Zach was suffering excited him more than it should.
Not because Zach was in pain… but because he knew how good the man would feel when he was finally allowed to come again. Jason wasn’t sure if that was tonight… or tomorrow… or Sunday.
Part of him wanted to see how long Zach could stand the torture. And just how big the orgasm was when Zach exploded. But then, he’d need to take the plug out tonight…and that would likely make the guy come from extraction alone. When Jason had plugged his own cock with his favorite toys, the removal was the best part.
His first time, he’d only lasted two hours. Zach was approaching that mark. Jason glanced at his phone to note the time. T-minus fifteen minutes and counting…
“Are you two ready for some dessert?” the waiter asked, offering a dessert menu to them both.
Jason wasn’t one for sweets—and he’d already had more than his fill over the last few weeks at the Blueberry Éclair. He needed to watch himself, but the agony of waiting longer before they could leave was tempting. “Do you want any dessert?” he asked Zach.
“No,” he all but moaned. “I’m ready to go.”
“Not quite yet,” Jason said. “The night is young.” He turned to the waiter. “I’ll have coffee and a Crème Brulee.”
“Nothing for you, sir?” the waiter asked Zach.
“Coffee,” Zach said, frowning.
“Do you really need the caffeine?” Jason asked. “You’re pretty wound up. Maybe a scotch. Or some whiskey?”
Zach met his stare before turning to the waiter. “Whiskey sounds good.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said before departing.
Once they were alone, Zach turned to him. “I can’t do this much longer.”
“Does it hurt?”
Zach closed his eyes, his lips parting. He looked like he could moan right then and there, but didn’t. When he reopened his stare, he looked almost drunk with lust. “It doesn’t hurt. The only thing hurting is trying to stay still and keep my clothes on. Your clothes on.”
Jason eyed him again, liking the fact Zach was covered in his things. They’d found a pair of drawstring shorts and a t-shirt that wasn’t too large. It worked for the night, but Zach would need to bring some clothes to leave for next time.
Next time?
Jason froze for a second, shocked his mind was already going to more.
“Punishment isn’t easy,” he crooned, smiling.
Zach glared at him. “You’re killing me.”
“This is just the beginning.”
Zach shuddered, his palms resting on the edge of the table like he was holding on for dear life.
“I’ve got one bedroom finally finished… and set up for this weekend. Did you see it when you went to use the bathroom?”
“No,” Zach said.
Jason smiled. “I’ve got a bench to bind you to… where I can spank you.” He felt a tremor race up his spine just thinking of it. “A cross to chain you to for a flogging. A swing to hold you up as I fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”
Zach gripped the edge harder, his knuckles turning white.
The waiter came with the coffee, dessert, and whiskey.
“I’ll take my dessert to go,” he asked, without looking up. “I need the check.”
“Yes, sir,” the waiter said quickly.
Zach grabbed the liquor and downed it before it could be whisked away.