It's fine, trust me...

You walk over to Stan and crouch in front of him. He looks into your eyes, still confused. "Bud ssh..." He protests, so you press a finger against the ballgag. Like a good ****, he turns silent.

"Just relax Stan, trust me. Everything's fine." You give him a light kiss on his cheek and give his semi-hard cock a tug. He looks into you eyes beaming with adoration now.

You slap him in the face. "Did I give you permission to look me in the eyes?" He immediately lowers his head respectfully. "Much better." You fondle his hair and get up. "Wait here in this position while I take a shower." You then leave him there, stuck on his knees with the large ballgag slowly making his jaw muscles ache with pain. But you know he won´t complain, because he knows that obeying you pleases you. And if it includes some pain, so be it.

After a quick shower you step back into your bedroom and Stan is still waiting there for you on his knees, back straight and head lowered. All yours for the rest of the day...