A surge of pure fire shot down my spine as my balls drew up and my cock thrust again and again in my lover’s hold. Pleasure speared through me, but I knew I’d need more recovery time to come again. Still, I wanted Logan to come inside me. He made a choking groan and strained against me. I could feel his hot seed filling the condom, burning my ass from the inside. His body felt like it was quivering as the wracking pulses of his orgasm died away. He slumped over me, his head on my shoulder, and I smoothed my hand over his dampened hair as we both fought to breathe again.
Slowly, Logan pulled out and rolled away, getting up off the bed and heading for what I thought was probably a bathroom. I lay on my back, totally drained, feeling the silky soft sheets rake across my sensitive skin as I moved. My ass was throbbing and achy. God, I might never walk again, but why should I, when I could float up to the ceiling like this and fly away?
I was vaguely aware when Logan came back and crawled in bed next to me, turning me on my side and pulling me up close to spoon me. I let him move me around like he wanted me and kept drifting along in my dream. I don’t know how long I drifted, but I felt Logan press a kiss into my hair and pull my throbbing ass back into his groin. I woke up a little and turned, looking over my shoulder at him. I wanted to see his face once more before I went back to sleep, and I was surprised to find him looking back at me, his eyes still dark with passion. Apparently going to sleep again wasn’t going to be an option.
“Feeling better?”
I murmured something that I meant to be “Yes, Sir,” and I guess it was close enough. because he gave me a pat on the ass and sat up beside me. “You’ve done well for your first real scene, Jordy. But now I want to show you off a little. Come on, let’s get up and take a walk through the club before I take you home. Your first lesson in public submission.” He got up and started getting dressed, and I groaned and sat up on the bed.
Public submission? Was he serious? Seemed like he was. I sighed and swung my feet over the side and tried to walk over to the chair where I’d left my clothes. My legs were rubbery, and he stopped me by pulling me around to face him. “No. Put this on.” He tossed me a little scrap of cloth and I looked down at it in shock.
“A jock strap?”
“That’s right. I prefer you naked, but since this is new to you, I’m easing you in.” I looked down at it in my hand. “Is this…is this the one you were wearing, Sir?”
He grinned. “Yeah, it’s mine. I like the idea of you wearing it.”
Apparently my cock did too, because it plumped up immediately, despite the fact I didn’t think I had anything left after that massive orgasm. I put it on, and he came closer to me, caressing my ass with his hand. The damn floor was cold on my bare feet—in fact, there was a definite draft coming from somewhere, and that’s all I needed, to get pneumonia and wind up in the hospital.
“Do you know how to present?”
“Um, no Sir?”
“Is that a question?”
“No, Sir. I don’t know about whatever it was you said.”
“Presenting. Stand straight with your shoulders back. That’s it. Chin up. Now put your hands behind your back and hold onto your wrist with one hand. That’s it.” He walked around behind me, and I felt his foot nudge mine farther apart. “Keep your legs apart, shoulder width, like so. Good. Stand just like this whenever we stop.” He walked around me a few times and inspected me as I got harder and harder.
“You remember I told you I like to show my property off.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We’ll leave your things here for now and take a walk around the club. Are you okay with that?”
I gulped loud enough that I know he heard me, but he ignored me.
I sighed and heard myself say, “Yes, Sir.”
“Very nice.”
“One more thing, though.” He walked over to the small locker in the room and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. He moved his hand over