As they went off to find their Owners, I couldn’t sit still anymore, so I left my seat and jumped up on the stage.
Greer smirked at me. “Here’s a little one who’s obviously been around a while, despite his tender age.”
“Tender, my butt!” I grinned and hopped up to sit on the exam table.
He chuckled as he replaced his gloves with a new pair. He had sexy hands. Long fingers. Skintight black surgical gloves. They reminded me of the ones Sloan used as a tattoo artist.
“Anything in particular you’re looking forward to?” he asked.
I nodded. “Coming hard and that it’s gonna burn when I pee for a couple days.”
He grinned, all charming and stuff. “You enjoy the burning when you go to the bathroom?”
“Yeah,” I laughed.
The crowd found me amusing, for some reason. I was kind of used to it.
“There are all kinds of masos, am I right?” He joked with the audience. “But li’l Noa mentioned something we’re gonna try for this session. The sound I’ll ultimately use on him once I’ve stretched him out a bit is hollow, which makes it suitable for orgasming and urinating through. So if you wanna explore long-term sounding, I recommend a hollow rod.”
He unfolded his sound kit next to me on the table, and I literally buzzed at the sight.
“Should I get naked, Sir?” I asked.
“That’s a good start.” He inclined his head and pulled out three steel rods to use on me. He set them on a small tray table to the side, where lube and wipes waited.
I squirmed out of my undies, the only item of clothing I’d been wearing.
“This is the sound I’ve chosen for Noa.” Greer held it up so everyone could get a look. “As you can see, it has a ring at the top, a Prince Albert piercing, which I can easily hook a finger into and use to fuck his cock. This particular wand doesn’t require the cock to have an actual piercing, though those exist too. They’re fun. A proper Prince Albert sound literally means you can attach your piercing to the rod to keep it in place. There’s also a cap at the end where I can control the flow of fluids.”
Yeah, yeah, all that was great, but what I was excited about was the shape. It was ribbed for my pleasure! The fairly narrow rod had smooth ridges that would massage me from the inside.
“And if I know Lucian well enough,” Greer went on, “he’s already figured out that with this function, you can cut a pet’s orgasm in half for a nice, painful, imploding punishment.”
“That’s harsh, man!” I barked out. “Where are you, Lucian? That’s harsh!”
While everybody laughed, I craned my neck as far as I could to find him in the crowd. There! He was standing near KC, and he had Cameron next to him. Lucian was looking way too satisfied.
“The mouth on this one, huh?” Greer side-nodded at me. “All right, I think we’re good to go. I’ve gotten the technical terms out of the way, you know all about Hegars and Dittels, you know where to begin, never pick the smallest sound to start out with… Now it’s time to show you how to drive a subbie bonkers with pleasure and pain using urethral fucking.” He patted the head of the exam table for me, silently telling me to lie down and get comfortable. “My number one rule is patience. This type of play should never be rushed. Not only are you messing with highly sensitive tissue, you risk missing out on any sharp pains the sub might experience, and we don’t want that. Sharp pains don’t belong in sounding.”
Eeeep! I was so fucking excited. I got comfy on my back, struggling to be still, and Greer put a hand on my thighs to remind me. Being still was kind of important at first.
“Can we get some music with a slower beat?” Greer asked. “Noa’s got ants in his little asshole.”
I let out a loud laugh. That was too funny. Ants in my butt.
Someone listened. A song came on with a slow, seductive beat.
“Deep breaths, boy.” Greer peered down at me and planted a hand on my stomach. “Close your eyes, arms over your head, stretch out, and get comfortable.”
I nodded and drew in a deep breath, and then I stretched and let my arms hang limply off the head of the table.
Eyes closed.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Greer’s hands on me helped lull me into a sluggish state of arousal. He rubbed my skin, my stomach, my arms, and my thighs as he used his other hand to apply surgical lube all over my cock.
Inhale.
I hoped KC liked watching me. I wanted us to find a way back to the moment before everything was ruined, when we kissed, when he took control and owned my breath. His tight grip on my jaw, the sheer force of his mind that finally saw the light of day.