Getting . . . Educated

Oh. I would have to think what I could do about that.

“These welts aren’t too bad. They should be gone in a few days. And in a few days, we’ll give you some wrestling training, and then you can help work out the wrestling team—in more ways than one. Oh, and yes, day after tomorrow, we’ll start with these, helping you to open up to your new role.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a couple of black rubber objects.

“What the hell are those?” I asked.

“Butt plugs,” he said, “in progressively larger sizes. You’ve already been stretched a good bit, so we don’t have to start with the smaller ones.”

“No,” I said.

“Yes. And if you resist, we’ll add this,” and he took out a belt with a lock that must have been something that he could attach one of the plugs to and keep it up my ass in a way that I couldn’t get to it and pull it out. “It will only be for a couple hours a day.

“No. You can forget that.”

“Okay, you obstinate bastard. I see we’re going to have to do this the hard way all the way.” He reached back into the drawer and pulled how a hefty flesh-colored rubber thing that I had little trouble identifying as a large rubber cock. He pulled my jeans off and then he lathered the dildo up well and quickly with some ointment.