Trusting

Excruciating was more in the sense of pain than pleasure, I thought. But this man had taken me to untold heights of pleasure. The fucking of my cock had been more pleasure than pain. And, taking away the surprise of the first time and learning to control the response to it, having a probe inside my urethra canal—and being able to manage it—opened up a whole new realm of sexual stimulation and pleasure to me.

It wasn’t long before he was ready to commence again. He had a black, leather-covered case that he had brought into the hut with him and placed beside us. I, of course, had wondered but it was. Now I knew as he opened it. I started to object, but he overrode me.

“Hush. Trust me. The cock probe and docking fuck brought you pleasure, didn’t it? We have to be more careful with this, but this provides the height of sexual stimulation. This is special.”

I watched him disconnect the gold probe from his glans and look inside the leather case beside him. He picked out a slim silver metal sounding probe of maybe five inches.

“No, please,” I whimpered.

“Trust me. Watch. It can bring such pleasure. It connects the fuck with the production and rising of cum as nothing else can. You took the probe. Your cock is long, as is mine. Together we can take anything in this case.”