Chapter 20: Kneel On Display
Jasper
While Baron places one of his hands at the small of my back, the other one goes to squeeze my right thigh.
“See, you have some muscle here. Use them to refrain your weight when you kneel. Now spread your feet shoulder width and leave your arms along your body.”
His right hand moves to lightly squeezed my bicep while the other hand remains at the small of my back.
“Alright, don't try to fall too fast, let your muscles work. I don't want you to hurt your knees, use your abs as well as the muscles in your backside and slowly fold your knees. Keep your back straight all the time.”
I did as I was told, with him helping me to keep my balance. Thanks to his hand around my arm, I managed to drop to my knees without falling. This process is nothing elegant, but at least I didn't land on all fours. We repeated the action about five times, until he decided I should try without his help. The first time, my move was far from elegant, but I still made it and he asked me to do it a few more times.
“One more time,” he said after several more or less successful attempts.
I let myself fall down and am about to stand up again, but he put his hand on the top of my head, standing in front of me. If he would let me lift my head, I would have a perfect view of his crotch.
“Rest your ass on your heel now, and stay at attention. Hold the position.”
I heard him walk away and shuffle in the closet, but I didn't dare to look up. When he comes back to stand in front of me, I can see he is holding some sort of cane, making me tense.
“Don't worry, Jasper. This is not to punish you, but to guide your moves.” He reassured me.
“Spread knees a tad bit further.” He said, tapping the inside of my thighs with the tip of the cane.
He walked around me and I suddenly felt the cane run along my spine, causing me to shiver from the tingles.
“Arch your back a little and relax your shoulder, kneeling at attention is supposed to be a relaxing position. So even if it has to be perfect, don't strain your muscles too much because it is one you might be in for long hours at the club.”
After another few minutes of making a shift from one position to another, he congratulated me on my hard work and dismissed me, advising me to practice a little more at home tonight before our next session tomorrow if I can.
When I got back home, I was in a horny mess, my dick was as hard as a rock. I wanted him to take me while training, I wanted him to make me cum over my stomach, but that didn't happen. When I felt his hand at the small of my back, the nerves in my body stood at attention. He is making me feel things I haven't felt before. I rushed to the bathroom and turned the show on, my dick still hard. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink into my bones. Today had been one of those exhausting and unrelenting days and my body ached from the tension. The air was thick in the bathroom, almost syrupy and it clung to my skin, and the only thing that existed was the pounding water, and the enveloping steam. My hands ghosted down my body, skimming over my collarbone, my nipples and the soft curve of my stomach.
The water cascaded over me, warm and insistent, running in rivulets between my legs, teasing the sensitive skin there. I felt the ache blossom low in my belly, a simmering need that refused to be ignored any longer. I moved the showerhead closer, angling it so that the jets graced my inner thighs, teasing the delicate skin there and a shiver ran through my body, goosebumps rising despite the warmth of the water. My hand drifted lower, fingers moving to wrap around my díck, the sensation between my hand and the shower hitting the tip of my dick was electric.
“Oh, fuck.” I moaned.
My fingers moved faster, more desperate as I chased the edge of something explosive. My body began to tremble, a wave of ecstasy building inside me, threatening to consume me entirely.
“I am close.” I pants, my voice thick with desperation.
Without warning, the pleasure hit me. A tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me, my back arched and my head fell back against the tiles as I cried out, spilling my sperm all over the walls. My moan echoing the small space of the bathroom, thank goodness, Logan isn't at home.
“Fuck,” I screamed, my body convulsing with the intensity of my orgasm.
Later in the night, I did as Baron had instructed me. I practice so much that I earn a nice bruise on my left knee. This is what happens when you want to learn the hard way and don't use a pillow to absorb the fall. Call me stupid, or maybe it is that I am turning into some sort of masochist by spending time in a kinky bdsm club. I had a quick conversation with Logan over the phone as he wanted to know how my training is going on. He also informed me that he will be home in the next two days which is good news. He is spending most of his time with his boyfriend and I don't resent him, but I am getting lonely here at the apartment.
On Friday afternoon, the third session with Baron is quite similar to the last one, except for the slight embarrassment I felt when he asked me to strip. We arrived at the club at the same time and went straight to his playroom. He shut the door and removed his jacket, tossed it on the bed. When I saw he was wearing a suit, I wondered if he had attended a business meeting or if he was just ready to go on a date after the training. The last option left me a bit depressed and his voice startled me when he uttered his command.
“Jasper, when you receive an order from a dominant, do not hesitate. Just act, now strip.” He commanded, and I began to take off my clothes and fold them.
“Com….completely?” I asked since I can’ be sure.
He is now searching in the closet and flipping around at my question with raised eyebrows.
“No, keep your boxers on, my mistake. I should have been more precise.” He apologized.
I have now stripped down to my boxers, I normally wouldn't mind as I have always been comfortable with my body, but it is a different story when I am standing in a room with the man who has been participating in most of my hot dreams recently. Getting a hard-on while I am only wearing boxers scares me a lot. I waited for him in the standing position, my arms along my side and my head lowered. He returned to the bed and dropped a few things I couldn't see. A few seconds later, I saw his shiny shoes in front of me.
“What happens to your knees?” He asked, squatting and gently pressing his thumb over my bruised skin.
“I guess, I should have used a pillow when I practiced at home.” I whispered.
“How painful is it?” He sighed as he stood up. He walked to the bed and brought a pillow that he dropped on the floor in front of me.
“It is okay, it doesn't really hurt.”
“Alright, show me how much you worked on kneeling down then.”
I slowly and almost gracefully dropped down on my knees, it is much wawie than the last time. He asked me to do it again and again and again.
“Nice,” he said after a few more attempts
“Hold the kneeling position.”
I sat back down my heels, opened my knees a little further and placed my hands on my thighs, palms down as he taught me. He is now standing on my right side and I am waiting for his next command. He tapped the small of my back with his cane and I arched a little more. After what seems like forever, he speaks again.
“Good boy,” he praised.
How praises totally warms my heart in a way nothing ever did before. I can't explain the gratifying feeling these words produce in my body, but what I physically feel is a little twitch of my dick.
“You are doing good with the position, Jasper. You just need to practice a little more, I will slowly introduce you to some of the accessories and basic bondage as well.”
Is he talking about those plugs I saw in the closet?
“We will begin with simple leather cuffs. Stand up.” He ordered me to rise to my feet and he was standing in front of me with some sort of shackles in his hands.
“These are fleece-lined leather cuffs and very comfortable to wear. I will first tie your hands at the front, show me your wrist.”
He wrapped the first cuff around my right wrist and locked it, and then did the same with my other wrist before he used a little snap link between the rings of each cuff. I can't form a word as to what I feel as he tied my wrists, but I am pretty sure that I won't be able to hide the traitorous bulge in my boxers for long. He asked me to kneel a few times, and I quickly managed to do it all by myself despite my restrained hands. After the tenth time, he catches my hands and unclip the link.
“Now, I am going to tie your hands behind your back.”
He stood close behind me and laid his hand on my shoulders, brushing his fingers against my warm skin.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a deep voice.
All I could do was nod in response, the proximity of his body is making me weak in the knees and I can't help the tension in my boxers. He moves to my side and I can feel his eyes all over me as he keeps one hand on my right arm.
“Take it slow, and kneel.”
He made me repeat the action several times until I managed to do it on my own without his hand stabilizing me. I was expecting the next order to stand up but he pats my head.
“Kneel on display.” He ordered.
I lowered my ass on my heels once again, spread my legs and arch my back. I am grateful to myself for having put on black underwear today, at least he shouldn't be able to notice the stain of precum on the dark fabric. He takes a few steps back and I am pretty sure he was scrutinizing me. I am definitely having a hard-on by now and wonder if he had noticed. I am about to ask him if he likes what he sees when he takes a few steps forward and lifts my chin to look into his smoldering eyes.