Page 24 of Sub Mission

“This is a penis wand, Baker. They are officially known as sounds, but penis wand is a term which allows one to get an idea of what their purpose is. The box contains different sizes, starting with a 3mm and moving up to a 19mm. The different sizes are available so that we can gradually and gently enlarge your urethra.”

I looked at him. I looked at the piece of metal in his hand. Then I looked down at my dick. His explanation of the penis wand and its uses hadn’t done anything to soften my erection. I felt confident, though, that if he came near me with that thing, my cock would deflate faster than a jumpy house with the plug pulled. “Well…thanks for that, but I’m one hundred percent happy with my decision to toss that particular toy into the never-gonna-happen column.”

His eyes sparkled. “Never say never, Beautiful.” With a wink, he put the strip of metal back into the black box and sat it on the second shelf of his cart. Straightening back up, he rubbed his hands together with glee and said, “Crawl over here.” He motioned for me to follow him to the other side of the room. “I had this delivered this morning while we were at the gym. I’ve always wanted one but never actually put forth the effort to find one I liked.” He looked at me. “Lucky for you, I found the perfect one just in time for you to be my first victim.”

A large piece of some sort of furniture was covered with a white sheet. I gulped in trepidation. Seth owned quite an extensive selection of sex furniture in the playroom of his apartment. What could this bad boy be?

“Victim? Did I say victim? I didn’t mean victim, per se,” he said with a chuckle, causing me to return my attention to him. “I should have said my first lucky participant!”

My eyes narrowed at him. “Rah—rah. Lucky me.” Looking at the white sheet again, I added, “Oddly enough, I don’t feel lucky.”

He ripped the sheet away and tossed it aside—kinda like a magician would do on a grand stage. Still on my knees, I tilted my head from side to side to try and figure out what the contraption was. After a few seconds, I had it.

I wasn’t lucky.

It was some sort of gynecological exam chair that had obviously been the lucky contestant to win a complete overhaul on Pimp-My-Gyno, Episode 1. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Stirrups and everything. There were bondage straps everywhere. Mirrors in places where I couldn’t begin to imagine I’d want to see whatever was in that reflection. I’d told him humiliation wasn’t my thing.

I’d lied. My cock was weeping as I gazed at the cynical-looking exam chair.

He patted the black leather seat and said, “Hop aboard, Sweet Tart. I plan to be incredibly…thorough with you today and this new beauty is going to help me achieve my goal.” He patted the seat again. His eyes glittered. “Now, Baker.”

I stood up, knees trembling, and walked the two steps necessary to put me close enough to ‘hop aboard’, as he’d suggested. The construction was odd, but it didn’t take me long to figure out where my ass went. After I was appropriately situated, Seth moved in to take over. The fucker hummed a merry little tune as he tightened straps across my chest, fastened my wrists into comfortable cuffs located next to my waist, then pulled the stirrups out far enough that my legs would be spread wide. “Feet in the stirrups,” he ordered. My feet, fucking traitors, moved with a will of their own. It took him but mere seconds to have them fastened snuggly and firmly into the stirrups.

Just for the hell of it, I tugged, but the bondage fasteners held tight. Just for the fuck of it, I put some real leg muscles into making the table move, but nothing happened. Just for the fuckity fuck of it, I struggled with everything in me…and nothing budged.

When I finally stopped, he said, “Are you done playing, or do you need to safe word, Baker? That was an intense attack on my bondage straps. You should try to take better care with your Dom’s toys.”

I was literally at a loss for words. One would think I should feel like a complete and utter fool—completely naked, strapped in, and spread wide enough that Seth could see every part of me. I probably would have, but when I looked into his eyes and saw the naked hunger residing there as he looked at me, I was good.

More than good.

Fucking good!

“Say your safe word for me, Baker,” Seth ordered harshly.

“I, uh, don’t need to safe word,” I answered quickly. Panic started at the tips of my toes and raced up my legs and spine. I didn’t want to stop. Frankly, I had no clue what was about to happen, but I knew I wanted it. If Seth wanted it, then so did I.

“Say. It. For. Me. Now.”

“Rainbow,” I answered.

“Very good,” he said, his voice changing back to the deep growl I associated with Seth the Dom. “Don’t allow me to push too hard. I have to trust you’ll safe word if things become too…intense. Can I trust you, Baker?”

“Always.” I couldn’t really believe he would ask me that after all the things I’d already exposed about myself to him but, then again, his plans for this day would certainly be driving a straight man over the crazy cliff. As I gazed down at my leaking cock, I knew there was no questioning it—I was gay for Seth.

Maybe nobody else. Probably nobody else. Only Seth.

“Good,” he answered. “I trust you, as well.” He stepped away and returned with his cart of goodies in tow. “Are you comfortable?” he asked as he reached down and tugged at one of my balls…which just dangled in the air because of the position of the seat.

“No, there’s absolutely nothing comfortable about being exposed like this,” I answered honestly. He hadn’t asked me if it was arousing or erotic. If he had, my answer would have been completely different.

“Good,” he answered again, a pleasant smile on his face. “Okay, let’s start out with something easy—something fun for you, shall we?”

“I think we should,” I answered. “That’s always a good place to start…and finish.”

“Tsk. Tsk.”

His hand reached for a lever that was attached to the bottom of the exam chair and the entire thing started slowly moving, turning me upside down. When the motor stopped running and I was looking at the floor, he moved toward me and started fumbling with something else on the seat of the chair. Well, what used to be the seat. Since I was hanging upside down, I wasn’t sure what you’d call it now. After a few more seconds of his twisting and turning things, the infamous seat was removed, and my ass was fully exposed and thrust into the air.

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