Twisted Moon - Book 3 of the Black Moon series - Chapter 43: Learning Through Mistakes

(Noah's POV - Thur. 9 April 2015)

"Do you have any plans for the weekend already?" Sean suddenly asks. We are at the cafeteria, sitting by ourselves at a small table, munching on our sandwiches, and I was lost in the expectation of the upcoming weekend. On Saturday evening, if all goes well, I will become a certified member of the Black Diamond and I have been promised a long night of practice after that. I doubt I will be up for much anything on Sunday.

"Yeah, pretty much, why?"

"Such a shame... I wanted to go to Pixel Blast Arcade and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me..." Sean sighs in disappointment.

For the past two weeks, I have been promising him that we would spend some time together over the next weekends but all my Saturdays and Sundays have been fully busy. Not only because of Camden's revelations about his lifestyle and what ensued, but also because I have loads of homework to do and lessons to learn in order to be ready for my end-of-May exams and graduation. Camden makes me work like a maniac! Although I have to admit that it proves efficient in my marks, I sometimes find it a bit annoying. I have never been a huge fan of school but only getting A's and B's - well, except in Math - is motivating and I well intend to respect Camden's rules until I graduate.

Going to the arcade place is tempting, though. I remember I used to spend a lot of time there in my home town before I ran away from my parents. Oh, I never really had much money to spend, but I liked being there and watch the others play. It was much better than being home alone or bear with my parents' moods. Not that I have much more money now, but I still have some from what Camden left me with in case I need to buy food or supplies.

However, as much as I would love to go there with Sean, I doubt I will be able to. For one, Camden will surely refuse that I spend time with my school friend now that he and I are into a serious relationship. And then, if things go as planned, he will make me work like a slave for school on Saturday morning, train me into submission in the afternoon before the test at the club and after an evening of intense sex, I guess he will let me sleep in on Sunday then make me work more for the rest of the day.

"That's a shame, yeah... I would have loved to go there too..." I reply remorsefully.

But then an idea forms in my head! Yes! I'm sure I can work this out!

Camden is trying to change his usual schedule of appointments to finish earlier than he used to. He wants to try and be home by seven the latest on most days, but it hasn't worked out very well until now, due to the always increasing requests he gets from his patients. In any case, he is never home before 7:30 or 8:00; so that gives me a good hour and a half after school to hang out with Sean without Camden knowing it. The History teacher only asked us to reread our lessons for tomorrow and if I am lucky enough, the English teacher shouldn't give us much either this afternoon. That means I could just do my homework right after dinner, pretending that I didn't have time to finish or even tomorrow morning once Camden has left. This sounds like a good plan.

"Sean? What about we go tonight after school? We could stay there for a little hour or so?" I propose, witnessing his brightening face.

"Yeah! Great idea! And if you have some time over the weekend, we could return?"

"Deal!" I cheer with a grin.

The afternoon goes rather smoothly. It starts with good news when the teacher hands us back some graded homework essay for which I get an A. However, she strictly says that she was gentle with her grading and asks us to prepare the map of a new essay for tomorrow's class because those were far from perfect. The task is not that difficult but it will still take me a good couple of hours. That implies I will need to make sure I wake up early enough tomorrow morning to reread my history lessons and skip watching television tonight to do my English homework. Well, as long as it leaves a bit of space for my training, that sounds fair enough.

And this is how right after our Art class, Sean and I both head to the Pixel Blast Arcade, which is only five minutes from our school.

I have never been a huge gamer. I've never had a Playstation or an Xbox and the few times I played with my friends, I didn't really like it; I was such a hopeless player that I never tried to persist. Now give me one of those old pixel games like Pacman, a pinball or a football table, then I will enjoy myself. I do admit that all these new devices have a quality that you can't compare to old games, but they're just not my thing. Trying to escape little ghosts on a bad definition screen is as pointless as chasing zombies or entering a warfare, I admit. However, if I am given the choice between both, I will definitely go for the old kind, which is something I have in common with Sean, as I found out recently during one of our meals.

Sean and I start playing but I check the time on my phone to send a text to Camden just before 5:30.

Noah – Hi Daddy! Just to let you know I got back home alright! Already on my homework! 😇 What time will you get back tonight?

His answer arrives only a few seconds later.

Camden – Hi Baby Boy! Be a good boy and work well! I should be home by 7:45pm. Tonight, you'll be trying new accessories and if you behave, you will get rewarded! 😏

Well, that sends a pang to my heart. He doesn't know, but I don't feel too proud lying to him. I wonder what he has in mind again, but I trust him to make it intense.

Noah – Okay, Daddy! Can't wait! I have quite a lot to do, but I'll try my best...😇😇

I guess it's better to cover my ass with heavy loads of work because I certainly won't have finished before he gets there. I set the alarm on my phone to signal me when it would be time to head back home and to make sure I arrive before him. Sean and I spend most of our time playing on pinballs but we also try other old games like the one where you represent a space shuttle and try to avoid meteorites and other space crafts.

It is shortly after 6:45 when Sean's phone goes off and his mother tells him that she is waiting for him outside, just a few minutes before my alarm should have gone off. Sean introduces me to his mother, who seems to be a very kind woman. She offers to drive me back home but I politely decline, thinking that the fresh air of the evening should do me some good and anyway, I am quite on time with my schedule. Sean says that he really had fun and suggests that we do that again on Sunday if I can eventually free myself for a couple of hours. I can't promise him anything but I tell him that I will think about it, then start walking away from the Arcade.

I really can't wait for the weekend to come. My first experience of a scene last Saturday was just amazing. Everything that has happened since then has been amazing. Camden makes sure that I train at least half an hour every day. Be it on my feet or on my knees, he tries my patience and submission, making me keep a perfectly still position for longer and longer periods. He has taught me to empty my mind of all thoughts in these moments and to just focus on my surrendering to him.

The majority of my muscles need to go lax when I am kneeling and shouldn't twitch at all. I am slowly improving, but my eyes are the most difficult to discipline. I still have a hard time not glancing up when he has remained silent for more than a few minutes, just observing me. When he suddenly moves, or makes some noise, I can barely help getting distracted and look up to see what he is doing, but I am getting better and I am confident that I will pass the test with Aaron on Saturday.

Tuesday's session was just... amazingly hot. It started with a lot of edging with the damn plug he put up my ass while I was reading; even without moving, I could feel the toy brush my prostate. I don't know how I managed to focus on my book, but after an hour, I just couldn't stand it anymore. My erection had become too painful; when I met him upstairs and found out about his intention to turn the second guest room into a playroom, it only increased my arousal. Not mentioning the fact that we had received good results for the STD tests we made on Monday morning! Damn! I just couldn't wait to go bareback with him; to feel his fat cock rub against my entrance; to have him fill me up with his juices.

I wasn't disappointed! It took a bit of convincing to have sex before training but I didn't regret it. Sex was rough and intense, exactly as I expected, and I can't begin to describe the sensations I felt when his piercing started brushing against my soft spot. It was just awesome! I had this little moment of embarrassment when he asked me to kneel while his seeds were still inside me, but it quickly faded away when I felt his excitement at the sight of his substance oozing out of my ass. Gosh! That was hot and got me hard again right away. Camden then had fun playing with his semen, crouched behind me and smearing it on my skin while I was supposed to stay still. Finally, like yesterday, he trained me to take him a bit deeper in my mouth but assured me that he would take it slowly to teach me how to ease off my gag reflex.

Anyway, learning with Camden can be fun and really hot, but I can't wait to be certified on Saturday. I am also eager to see Liam, Alex and Shannon again. I exchanged a few texts with them earlier this week, as they were curious to know how my first scene with Daddy went. I even spoke with Liam on the phone because I wanted his advice on some... privates-related things... something that has to do with hair and... well, never mind; I just spoke with him and I really can't wait to meet them all again. I have a feeling that these guys could become very good friends of mine and I rarely get wrong on first impressions.

I have just reached the crossroad between Spruce Lane and Hatch Lane when I vaguely hear a sound that I have come to know quite well now. It's coming from Ogden Avenue, just before the residential area begins. It could be anyone else's bike; Camden is not the only one who owns a Harley Davidson after all, but I have a bad feeling about this. I pick up speed, but I am still a few hundred yards away from home and the sound of the motorcycle is getting louder. The bike soon catches up with me and my heart skips a beat when it pulls to a stop by my side, the engine still roaring. An obviously dubious Camden sets his feet on the ground and takes off his helmet.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asks sternly. I can't pretend I am walking the dog, right? Without Jess beside me, he won't believe me. And I wouldn't have my backpack on my back if I were. Oh damn, I think I'm screwed here... not mentioning that Camden's irritation worsens with my hesitation to answer.

"I... I was..."

"We'll discuss this at home, get in my back!" he growls, handing me his helmet.

"I can walk the rem..."

"Get the fuck in my back, Noah! Now!" he insists, seething through his teeth and clearly angry now. Without further hesitation, I quickly slip the helmet over my head and climb on the passenger seat of the bike, clinging tightly to him as he rides away. I fully enjoy the few seconds with my front pressed to his back because this is probably the only cuddling moment I will get tonight. As soon as he parks in front of the garage, I climb off the bike, hand him the helmet and scurry to the main entrance of the house. "You'd better be prepared with a good excuse, Noah," Camden warns me before I shut the door. Fuck! His icy voice sends shivers down my spine! Not the good kind, though.

Happy Jess welcomes me joyfully with whimpers and little jumps as I walk into the house and I move to the kitchen to let him out into the backyard. Alright, I have five minutes to get me out of this mess. Damn! Why did he have to come home earlier? It is not even a quarter after seven! Think straight, Noah, think straight and fast... What the fuck can I tell him?

What can I tell him other than the truth and that would keep me out of trouble? If I tell him what I really did, I am definitely screwed and up for a punishment. To be honest, I wouldn't be against one of those spankings that the guys told me about, but knowing that I am yearning for this, Camden will most probably go for something else. Shit! I need to find a valid reason! And could someone tell me why minutes turn into seconds when you wish they would stretch to hours? It should have taken him at least five minutes to put his bike in the garage and secure it before he walks in, but there he is already and his dark eyes don't bode well.

"Where were you?" he asks again when he meets me in the dining room.

"I was... I was at the library, with Sean..." I reply after a few seconds of hesitation. Only a half lie after all.

"Show me the work you did there," he orders and I can't help digging my teeth into my lower lip. Could I make my guilt any more obvious?

"I got an A at my final essay on Atwood..." I mumble. Nice try, Noah! I doubt it will work, though!

Camden takes a step forward and snatches my backpack from my hands before he goes to put it on the table and searches it. He pulls out my diary and checks my homework notes for tomorrow. Just as he is about to take out more of my notebooks, certainly to verify if things have been done, I finally understand that I shouldn't make my case worse than it is already and capitulate. I drop down to my knees at an attention position, knees squeezed together, back straight and eyes cast down, hoping that it will soothe his anger.

"I just hung out with Sean, Daddy..." I then say in a barely audible voice.

He plainly ignores me and continues his search, flipping through the sheets of paper and notebooks, looking for some evidence that I did my homework; which he will never find. While I am fumbling with my fingers, I hear him check everything. Somehow, I appreciate that he still gives me the benefit of the doubt, but once he has inspected everything and understood that none of my work has been done, I briefly peek up and see him straighten his back and fold his arms across his chest. A few strands of hair have escaped from his bun and damn, he looks so hot when he is angry!

"Look up!" he barks and I have no other choice than to meet his cold eyes. "Where did you hang out? Obviously not at the library..." he asks very dryly.

"We went to the Arcade games place... nearby the school, Daddy," I mumble, and unable to hold his stare, I cast my eyes down again.

"That's a lot of mistakes for tonight. You're in fucking deep trouble, Baby Boy!" His voice is glacial but it mostly holds intense disappointment. The threat somehow has my cock start swelling in my pants and yet, I can't help trying to defend myself.

"This is the first time it happens, Daddy! I'll do my homework after dinner!!" I promise with fervor.

"You lied, Noah! You FUCKING LIED!!!" he accuses in a loud growl that has my body shivering because I suddenly realize that this is worse than not doing my work. "How am I supposed to trust you now? And you didn't lie only once, but twice! Honesty, Baby Boy! Honesty is one of the most important things and you lied twice! Not mentioning that you haven't worked at all!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy..." I whisper as an apology.

"Being sorry won't be enough, Baby Boy. You know the rules!" I only nod in answer. "Why did you do that? Did that Sean drag you there?"

"No! He didn't. I was the one who proposed because... well... I thought... I didn't think..."

"What? You didn't think I'd find out? You thought you'd get back home before I did? Well, that's too bad for you because my last patient cancelled his appointment at the last minute and I got back earlier! And I thought we'd have one more half hour to dedicate to your training, but you just messed up!" His angry eyes show how disappointed he is and that hurts me deeply. More than his anger. I realize that I betrayed his trust in me and this makes me feel terribly guilty.

"I'm sorry, Daddy... I won't do that again," I whisper, tentatively reaching a hand to him, but he takes a step back and raises an index finger in warning. I can see how his body tenses further the more he thinks things over in his head and the coldness of his voice freezes me when he starts speaking again.

"It's not so easy, Baby Boy. You sent me a text at 5:30 to say that you were home and working already when you were actually at an arcade place. You deliberately lied. First big mistake! When I asked you where you were, you lied again saying you were at the library. Second big mistake! Do you realize how wrong it is? I understand that all this work is wearing on you and that you may need a break sometimes, but you have to tell me if that's the case! I can always find solutions to help you. You are lucky that I didn't come back much earlier and found the house empty. How do you think I would have felt? I swear, Noah, worrying doesn't really sit well with me!"

By then, Camden's face wears so much pain and sadness that I would be willing to do anything to change this. I would take just any punishment he decides upon; anything that would also erase the nagging pain that is seeping through my head already. Damn! That man has already done so much for me! He has had to put up with my moods and accept the presence of someone in his house when he was used to living on his own; even if it was his decision to do so, I am feeling so grateful that he did.

But this is not all. He more importantly has accepted to fight over his tendencies to take me as his Submissive, and as much as it seems to suit him well for now, I am fully aware that it takes him a lot to reign in his urges. The least I should do would be to respect his rules as I agreed when we discussed them last week. Now I don't know how I can buy myself back and I am so scared to have gone over his limits.

"Please punish me..." I whisper with a croaked voice. This is the only thing I can think of. I try to retain the lump in my throat, but a treacherous tear escapes from my eye and runs down my cheek.

"That, I will," he replies sternly and I almost sigh in relief because this means that he doesn't reject me already. However, there is no trace of humor in his voice and I know that I will need to work hard to regain his trust in me. "For now, go take a shower while I cook us dinner and decide on your punishment. And while you're at it, think about our conversation."

I just nod and head upstairs without another word. Once under the stream of the showerhead, I allow myself to break down and my warm tears mingle with the mild water, washing away part of the guilt and sadness that have invaded my mind. I truly didn't do much wrong all in all. I didn't do my homework and spent an hour and a half playing with a friend instead; this is not that bad. I didn't get myself wasted; I didn't take drugs or commit any crime either; I just slacked on my homework. And you lied, Noah! Yeah, that too... Lying is something else and I can understand Camden being upset. I wish I had thought about it twice. Now I wonder how he will punish me. My only hope is that it will be painful enough to remove the pain in my head, but from what I understood, I doubt that the sanction will only be physical.

I almost startle when I step out of his shower to grab a towel, and see him leaning against the wall separating the bathroom and his bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. His expression hasn't changed much from when I left him some time ago, except that worry is also filling his eyes now. I don't know how much time I was in the shower, but I guess it was long enough for him to come upstairs and check on me. His eyes focus on my chest and then on my arms as if he were... Damn! Did he think I was going to cut myself again? Did he think I was self-harming in the shower?

Well, I admit that the idea brushed me for the slightest second, but I immediately pushed it away as I thought about my upcoming punishment. For God's sake, I do count on him to remediate to my mental pain and if I messed up with the lying, I do intend to respect that rule on self-harm! Did he really think I would cheat on that too? No way! I have messed up enough for tonight, which is also why I keep my sassy comments to myself and silently wipe my body dry under his stare. Just as I am about to wrap the towel around my waist, Camden steps closer to me and discards the towel on the floor.

"You won't need this," he says with a hoarse voice as his long fingers cup my face.

He then leans down to kiss my eyelids and the areas just beneath my eyes; that's when I realize that they must be puffy from the crying in the shower and it warms my heart to see that he still cares for me. His lips trail a path of kisses from the corner of my left eye, down my cheek and when they reach my own lips, I grip his tee-shirt and open my mouth to welcome him. His tongue dips inside and caresses mine with refrained ardor. I can still feel the angry tension within his body but at least he doesn't reject me and this reassures me a lot. Camden eventually breaks our kiss and softly pushes me away from him. His expression is still the same and his eyes are even darker with anger.

"Go and kneel on the bed," he orders and I promptly obey.

As I walk out of the bathroom, my eyes dart to the shining object that is resting on the bed. Is that how he is going to punish me? A cock cage? I can't help a sigh of frustration and disappointment because I was rather expecting a flogger or a paddle. Yet, I still do as I was told and kneel at attention, facing him with my knees squeezed together and my hands lying flat on my thighs. For a few minutes, he just stays by the entrance of the bathroom and I can feel his stare on me.

"Have you had enough time to think about your behavior?" he suddenly asks.

How I hate that distance between us! Right now, I wish I could just cuddle into his strong arms and feel his heartbeat against my head, but I know that this is part of the discipline process, as much as the apology I should do now. To question myself and voice excuses has always been one of the most difficult things for me to do, but I certainly can't afford to mess that up.

"Yes... Daddy..." I whisper. "I understand how wrong it was to lie. I betrayed your trust in me. I am really sorry and I promise I won't do it again..."

"I'll make sure you remember this, Baby Boy," he then says, walking forward until he stops in front of me. "Now about your punishment: it will take place in four phases, starting with a spanking. Since this is your first time misbehaving, I will only use my hand to spank you thirty times." He pauses for a few seconds and I nod in approval, glad that I will still get some physical pain from the punishment. "Then, right after dinner, you will set to do your homework. From what I saw in your notes, I assume it will take you at least two hours, so that means we won't have time to train you tonight. For once, I was home early, that's really too bad," he adds. The disappointment in his voice is so strong that I can feel tears pooling in my eyes again. He has drawn a precise schedule of training sessions for me to get ready for the test by Saturday which means that we are going to fall behind and I wonder when we will be able to catch up. "And finally, as a matter of fact, I will postpone your test at the club to the following wee..."

"No!!!! No, please no!!!" I scream, kneeling up and raising my eyes to meet his face, ignoring his severe scowl. "Please don't!!! I'll be ready by Saturday evening!!! I'll work hard!! I prom..."

"Kneel back down!" he scolds me, but I disregard the order. I don't want to delay my certification and I'm sure I can be ready by then.

"Please Daddy... I swear I can be read..."

"I said, KNEEL BACK DOWN!" he growls louder. I comply but I refuse to lower my eyes; instead, I scowl back at him; yet another mistake. He bends over, resting his hands over mine on my thighs and reaching my eye level. His irises have become so dark! I might be pushing him a bit too far here. However, I just can't accept his decision and don't avert my gaze. "Defying me?" he asks with an icy voice and its threatening tone has me finally cast my eyes down. "Better. Now let's make things clear once and for all. You. Don't. Decide. On. Your. Punishment. I. Do. You do have a say if you can think of a valid reason and I may cancel a punishment if you prove it inappropriate. You may safeword if you absolutely can't stand the pain. However, there is not much that would make me change my mind tonight, especially not on this last part. Your talking back, your inability to stay quiet and put and your lack of responsiveness in obeying a simple order only prove me that you are not ready and that you need more training into submission. I told you how strict I would be and you will do as I say."

Camden takes another pause, certainly to let his words sink in my brain and I just hate how right he is. I should have asked for his permission to speak my mind. I should have remained quiet and not express my anger. And damn! That dry voice of his! How can he look so calm when he must be boiling inside? How can he look so calm when my chest is heaving with anger? The only evidence of his tension is the way his fingers are contracted over my hands, yet refraining from squeezing them.

"Whether you accept it or not, I will call Aaron and postpone your tests to next week, and instead of spending our Saturday afternoon and evening at the club, we will stay here and make sure you work and catch up on your school work and your submission. Understood?" I barely nod in answer. "I don't think I heard your answer?"

"Yes... Daddy..." I whisper sheepishly, trying to fight all the bad words that rush to my head and that would get me into more troubles.

"Good. Now to teach you another lesson, I will use my hand for the first ten spanks and a paddle for the last twenty. And hopefully you will learn not to talk back," he then says, leaning back up. Does he realize that he is doing me a favor here? My head is aching so badly from the frustration that more pain will be welcome. "Beforehand, display with your hands in your back," he orders.

I spread my knees wide apart and lace my fingers at the small of my back, exposing my slightly swollen cock. Camden immediately grabs both parts of the cock cage and crouches in front of me before he swiftly wraps the large ring at the base of my shaft and behind my balls sack.

"I had the intention to use this evening for your training and make you keep it all night, so let's say that we are not completely losing tonight's purpose and it will serve well during your spanking," he explains as he slides the cage over my shaft and inserts a little locking pin that passes through small D rings on top of both the main ring and the cage, attaching them together; the pin has a small hole through which he passes a padlock and here I am cock caged. "And that's the fourth phase of your punishment. You will wear the chastity device every evening and night until Saturday morning. Needless to say that you won't be allowed to orgasm until then. And it doesn't mean I won't, since I'm not punished."

The cold metal has my member deflate right away but I doubt it will last for long. The result is actually nice. I like my penis being restrained in its cage. Fuck! I must be really sick in my head! But the sensation and the weight it adds to my crotch are honestly not unpleasant, at least for now. Waiting for the next order, I just stare at my metal-covered stick and try to repress the disappointment and anger running through my veins from my delayed certification. Camden finally walks around the bed and I hear him search in his closet, most probably for the paddle he has promised.

"Stand up and bend over the bed, Baby Boy," he says when he walks back and as I do so, exposing my bottom and feeling the metal dangle between the top of my thighs, I briefly see the black paddle he is holding in his hand and I prepare myself for what is to come. "A quick advice about the cock cage: if you need to go to the toilets, I strongly recommend you sit down if you don't want to spend your time bleaching the floor and the pan," he says while he kneads my buttocks. My eyes immediately dart to the device which is made of several horizontal rings; I realize that the end with its vertical rings might indeed be problematic to pee in a standing position.

"Do you remember your safewords, Baby Boy?" Camden asks.

"Yes, Daddy, yellow to slow down and red to stop," I reply without hesitation, enjoying his massage.

"Perfect. We are going to make it simple for this first time. Keep quiet while I use my hand, but I want you to count up once I start using the paddle. You will say I'm learning my lesson, Daddy, after each strike and when you are ready to take the next. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Daddy."

His hands then leave my bottom but one of them soon gets back, smacking my butt. As he told me, I remain silent and endure each of the slaps quietly although they quickly increase in intensity. Camden pauses for a minute after the ten swats, praising me on how good I am doing, but that doesn't really ease off my guilt and I can't wait for the next part. It soon happens with the smack of the paddle on my left buttock. The muscles of my ass cheeks clench as soon the object gets into contact with my flesh. I think that he took this one easy but the stinging sensation has me yelp in surprise. However, my masochistic self appreciates the slight pain and my cock already starts swelling in its cage.

"I'm learning my lesson, Daddy," I say with assurance and the next whack lands on my other ass cheek right away, providing me with the same effect as the first one. "I'm learning my lesson, Daddy."

The third one bears a little more strength and the stinging increases accordingly. Camden goes on with my punishment, alternating the strikes between my left and my right buttocks and intensifying their impact gradually. As expected, the nagging pain in my head diminishes as the physical one on my backside escalates. It brings me the relief I was hoping for despite the heating sensation on my skin and the discomfort enhanced by the stainless-steel cage that prevents my penis from growing to a full erection. The realization of my mistake also becomes clearer through the fog dissipating in my head and the burning on my butt, and I start sincerely regretting my lies to Camden.

"Good boy, you took your punishment well," Camden praises me after the last blow, making me cherish the hope that he might back down on his decision about the club. "Don't move just yet," he then adds. I hear him fumble in the bathroom before he comes back behind me. I startle as a cold substance gets poured on my ass and soon enough, his hands are rubbing it into my skin. "This is a cream and it'll only nourish your skin and prevent irritations. Contrary to a soothing lotion I would use after playing a scene, it doesn't really appease the heat or the pain. Since there were only twenty blows, the discomfort won't last for too long, but you should still be able to remember your punishment for a couple of days," he explains with a satisfied voice.

Yeah, I bet I won't enjoy the next two days sitting on a hard chair at school, then. Camden's hands finally break the contact with my butt when he pulls me back up for a hug.

"I'm really sorry, Daddy," I breathe out as I wrap my arms around his waist, feeling reassured by this little show of tenderness.

"You can be sorry, Baby Boy! How are you feeling down there?"

"Hmm... My butt is very warm and my cock feels a bit tight, but... nothing that I can't handle, I guess," I reply as he pushes me away from him just enough to look down at my caged privates.

"The cock cage is another means to prevent you from enjoying an erection during a punishment; just like the butt plug you tried last weekend. Let's have a look," he says, grabbing the metal between his fingers and twisting slightly on each side. "Sounds good enough for now. I guess I could get a smaller one in the future to make things a bit more complicated, but your erection seems to be tight enough for now. Put on just a pair of boxer briefs and we'll have dinner," he then adds, letting go of my imprisoned shaft and dropping a brief kiss on my head before he heads back down.

Once ready, I meet him downstairs and we have a rather quiet dinner. Camden is still clearly upset with me and I hope it won't last until my entire punishment is over. While I start on my homework, he takes care of cleaning up and of Jess before he goes upstairs, probably to work more in the second guest room.

He has decided to set up a playroom there so he has been working on it since Tuesday evening, clearing it up and now he is preparing the walls to have them soundproof. A team of workers will come early next week to start the works and last night he ordered furniture and more accessories to fill the room. That should be interesting and even if it doesn't get as well equipped as the one he has at the club, that should be enough to allow us to enjoy some good moments.

It is 11pm when a freshly showered Camden shows up in the dining room, only wearing loose and low-waisted pajama pants that reveal the perfect V line of his hips and his o' so sexy chest. The bastard ignores my lustful look and moves to the kitchen, exposing me the muscles of his beautiful back, and I can no longer remain oblivious to my hardening cock. The cage forbids a full erection, bringing me some weird sensations; watching him drink from a bottle of water doesn't help, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he swallows. Everything about him arouses me... How can that man be so hot?

The sensations are not painful or really uncomfortable; they just make me feel weird; weird in the sense that I understand that with that thing on, Camden is the sole master of my enjoying a full erection or not. And exactly as I thought, I love the idea.

"Are you finished?" Camden suddenly asks as he walks back to the dining room area and stops to stand by my side to check on my essay plan.

"Yes, Daddy. This is done and I only have a few pages to reread in History. Can I please do this tomorrow morning...?" I ask meekly. I actually have other plans for the rest of the evening... Plans that involve pleasuring my Daddy to help his forgiveness. Like he said, he is not punished.

"Yes, fine," he says, gesturing for me to go up first.

Jess follows us upstairs and after a quick stop by the bathroom to wash my teeth and change into my pajama bottoms, I head back to the bedroom. Camden is lying on his back, with the comforter pulled up to his waist and his hands beneath his head. His eyes never leave me as I walk around the bed, his expression as stern as ever. I don't know if I will be able to convince him to let me pleasure him... However, when I tug on the quilt, I discover that he has taken off his pants and that his cock is far from limp. Weirdly enough, his expression is still the same; there's no trace of humor or taunting.

"Kneel between my legs, Baby Boy," he orders as he folds them. I shift to comply with his request, at display, and wait for the next command. "What are your safewords again?"

"You don't need to remind me all the t..." I start staying, peeking up at him, but his dark scowl shuts me up and I lower my eyes. Damn! I've understood the purpose of safewording now, he doesn't need to make me repeat them all the time!!

"What are your safewords, Baby Boy?" he growls much louder this time.

"Yellow to slow down and red to stop, Daddy," I recite, trying to avoid irritation in my voice.

"I will ask you for as long as I deem it necessary, Baby Boy! And that might be forever! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

"Good boy. Now you're going to bend over, keeping your hands behind your back, and train that sassy mouth of yours on my cock for the next ten minutes. I might even come if you apply yourself," he explains and I'm glad to decipher a bit of smugness in his tone.

His member is now fully erected, resting on his lower abdomen and already leaking. I lean down and first lick it from the base to the tip, tracing the big veins with my tongue, until I reach the head. My wet muscle swirls twice around the mushroom form, playing with the metal bead and lapping the precum oozing from the slit, before I take it in my mouth. I well intend to make him come within the next ten minutes so I really try my best, bobbing my head up and down as I suck on him.

"Do this gradually, Baby Boy. Don't try to take too much already... Yeah, run that sweet tongue along my shaft... Take deep breath through your nose... Mmm yeah... Relax your throat before you take more, Baby Boy... You're doing great already... See how hard you're making me?"

Oh my God! His dirty talk is turning me on and I feel my own cock swell in its cage. However, I am so willing to pleasure him that I try twice as hard, clenching my lips harder around his girth, sucking more intensely and taking him deeper and deeper. As I flick my tongue on his frenulum, there is fever in his eyes while he stares at me. I am glad to hear his groans intensify and despite my growing discomfort down there, I do my best to please him.

"Fuck... yeah Baby Boy... Keep it going... A bit deeper... I want to feel the back of that gorgeous throat..." he keeps saying although his breathing is getting heavy. "Get ready to taste me... Fuck!!" he finally says and barely a few seconds later, my efforts are rewarded with a flow of sweet salty cream that I swallow right away. While he grunts and lets the waves of pleasure hit him, I milk him dry until nothing comes anymore from my pumping. "You did great, Baby Boy! Nine minutes... Good job!" he praises me when I eventually let go of his limp member with a loud and proud pop.

"Thank you, Daddy," I reply, with half-shyness and half-mischievousness.

"It's getting late now, so it's time to sleep!" he says. I move to lie down beside him, keeping a bit of distance as I don't know if he will allow me to cuddle him. He switches off the bedside lamp and immediately pulls me to snuggle to his side, so I dare slip my left leg between his, pressing my metal groin against his thigh, while his arm tightens around me.

"Are you okay, Baby Boy? Will you be able to handle the cock cage?" he asks after a brief kiss on the top of my head. I think it over for a few seconds. Weirdly enough, it doesn't feel as uncomfortable as I would have thought. It sure feels tight right now, but it should pass; it almost makes me feel like I have a bigger junk too. I have a feeling that he would like me to keep it for longer; maybe that will make him change his mind about postponing my test...

"I'm okay, Daddy," I reply in a whisper.

"Alright, but do not hesitate to wake me up if it gets to bother you, understood?" I just nod and hum in answer, already feeling my cock deflating a bit. "Have a good night, Baby Boy!"

"Good night... Daddy," I reply teasingly and he chuckles lightly. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Is there a chance you might... change your mind about Sat..."

"No, I won't change my mind," he replies firmly.

"Please!!! I promise I'll behave and..."

"I said no! I don't come back on that kind of decisions. Now shut up and sleep," he reaffirms.

"Please..."

"Noah!! Sleep!" he growls.

This time I don't insist. There is no point in trying right now and it might only get him angrier, so I close my eyes and try to think of a way to make him give in. I just don't see how I could do that. The only hope I can think of is Shannon. From what I understood, he seems to be the most rebellious one of the three Subs and Camden already told me that he often gets in trouble. Maybe he would know of a way to make a Dominant change his mind on a punishment? Mischievous as he seems to be, I guess he must have tried that in the past but I wonder if Daddy would be as clement as Master Mark. That's another issue I will need to figure out.

Published on 20 June 2017

So that was Noah's first mistake! There might be more later on... In the meantime, he'll have to bear with Daddy's punishment and in the next chapter, you'll see if Camden is the type of Dom to yield or not.