Page 84 of A Quick Buck

“Something to help you learn,” Alistair replied coyly. “Think of it as a teaching tool. I’ll remove it later when you come.”

“Wait, I can’t come now, sir?” Noah frowned.

“No, dear Noah.” Alistair removed a small silicone plug from the bag, and he held it up for Noah’s inspection. “My hope is that this will make you more aware of your behavior while we’re together. Your language and your attitude need constant vigilance, and I fear your young mind isn’t retaining my instructions very well. This will help.”

“You want me to what? Wear that, sir?” Noah’s cock throbbed. “For how long?”

“At least until after the show is over.” Alistair drizzled lube over the plug. “Have you ever used one before?”

“No, sir.”

“Have you ever used any toys?” Alistair tilted his hips back, pulling out his softening cock. He held the tip of the plug against Noah’s asshole, but he did not yet push in.

“Yes, sir.” Noah ran his tongue over his lips. “Anal beads, some dildos.”

“I think you will find it quite pleasurable.”

“Uh, I guess?” Noah made a face.

“Trust Daddy, sweet boy.” Alistair’s eyes twinkled. “You will learn to like it.”

“Okay, fine. Do it, sir.”

“Good boy.”

Noah tensed as the plug slipped inside of him. It was smooth, wet, and his body effortlessly swallowed it up. It wasn’t big enough to be uncomfortable, but it was awkward. The pressure it created was unrelenting and inescapable, and he squirmed against it.

“Easy, sweet boy.” Alistair patted Noah’s thigh. “Relax.” He grabbed Noah’s arms, helping him sit up. Alistair held him close and kissed his forehead. “Mmm, how do you feel?”

“Plug feels weird.” Noah smiled at the kiss. “Ass is sore, but I feel good. I feel kinda fuzzy. Tired.”

“That’s good.”

“Oh, and I really wanna bust, but I can wait.” Noah was determined to prove he could do this. “I can be good, sir.”

“I know.” Alistair seemed confident. “I believe in you, dear Noah. You have such potential… you’re going to be a fine man someday.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” Alistair slid a hand through Noah’s hair, scratching his scalp sweetly. “With guidance and a firm hand, you could be anything you want to be.” He kissed Noah’s nose. “Though we still have the momentous task of addressing your dismal manners ahead of us, I have faith.”

Barking out a laugh, Noah kissed Alistair, a greedy slide of lips and tongue. “Mmm, definitely got your work cut out for you.”

“That I do.” Alistair snorted. “Mm, come along now. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Mm, where are we going?”

“Well, you did take your punishment very well. I believe we have a show to attend.”

“Fuck yeah!” Noah jumped right off the table. He groaned when the plug moved, mumbling, “I mean, ‘frick’ yeah?”

“Ah, yes.” Alistair chuckled affectionately. “Very dismal, indeed.”

Of the many things Noah had done in his short time on this planet, trying to dance to his favorite DJ with sore ass cheeks and a plug jostling away inside of him was a new experience.

The pressure in such an intimate place kept his lust on the forefront of his mind, although he found being sober made it easier to appreciate the concert. It hadn’t helped him earlier when Alistair made him get dressed in the hallway, and he had to deal with the shameful act of scrambling to throw his clothes on with an audience.

Luckily, there hadn’t been many people watching, though he still had to deal with Junior’s muffled snickers all the same when he brought him a fresh shirt to wear.