Ethan
Could someone get drunk on humiliation and lust?
Christopher had seemed to have an edge of panic when we’d walked in, but once he’d orgasmed, he’d radiated happy desire and contentment. Not the stagnant kind of contentment where people just looked bored, but something sweeter with a hint that he was ready for whatever happened.
I’d half expected him to safeword before we actually got to the building, but he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if it was arousal that kept pushing him forward or just curiosity about what would happen. We’d talked about safewords and no one being upset no matter what we decided, so I wasn’t worried about that. I just wasn’t sure what he would think when he came down off his lust-drunk high.
Derek seemed to be helping the transition, though.
He was bouncing around like a cartoon rabbit on speed, encouraging Christopher to look through the panties on the counter. “Oh, you have to look at these.”
Derek grinned from ear to ear as he held up a pair of light blue briefs to Christopher’s groin. “They’d look so cute with the cage showing underneath, and they’re soft so when Ethan lets you out of it, they’ll feel great.”
Christopher nodded, still looking shocked about how easily Derek talked about the cock cage that was restraining his dick. “Um…I like blue.”
Words were starting to come back but there was no panic yet, so I was hopeful. Stepping closer, I moved closer to Christopher and wrapped my arms around him. Taking the panties from Derek, I pressed them against Christopher’s groin and let one hand caress over the front.
The feel of his trapped cock and the cage that restrained him sent another surge of lust through me. Christopher gave a low moan that was mostly frustration, so Derek reached out to pat his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it. You’ll stay turned on, but it kind of gets stuck in your head since you can’t get hard. You’ll love it.”
Christopher blinked at him with wide eyes for a few long seconds. “Okay. Thanks.”
Derek beamed at him like he’d said something fabulously interesting. “You’re going to have to come back and tell me what you think about it.”
Christopher nodded and then looked back at me once he realized what he’d done. I smiled and kissed his forehead. “We’re going to have to come back once I get paid again. I want a cock ring for just short-term use too.”
Derek nodded again. “I have a few things you might like.”
Christopher’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two of us as we talked and I felt up his cage. I said casually, “I saw a few I was curious about. I think we’ve got enough to keep us occupied for a while, though.”
Derek glanced at the assortment of things we’d gathered at the register. “I agree. I think the plug was a good choice.”
Christopher seemed to melt against me as he looked toward the plug. Someone was either very needy or very curious. From the little squeak he let out as he shifted, I was guessing needy. Derek looked down at Christopher’s jean-covered cage and smiled. “You’ll love it when you get used to it.”
I had no doubt about that.
Tossing the panties on the counter, I studied the options that Derek had picked out while I’d redressed Christopher after I’d put the cock cage on. “I’m going to take those blue ones and the pink ones. When you find a brand you like, I want a few really feminine jock-style ones for everyday use as well.”
Christopher groaned and let more of his weight rest against me. I chuckled and gave him a hug. “I bet you’ll love them.”
Well, he’d love the humiliation that would course through him every time I put them on him. “Just think about how embarrassing it will be. Someone might guess what you’re wearing.”
“You’re mean.” But he didn’t sound like there was anything wrong with that.
“You like it when I’m mean.”
Before I could continue, Derek piped up. “I know I’ve already said it, but you guys are so cute.”
I chuckled and Christopher cracked a smile, blushing. Tightening my grip for one last hug, I relaxed my hands and looked at the counter. “Okay, I think that’s it for now. You have to open soon anyway.” And I didn’t want to push Christopher by having him there when the store was filled with customers.
Derek nodded and went behind the counter. Christopher moved his hands to squeeze mine as he straightened. When he started to move away, I kissed his head and released him. He gave me a questioning look as I got out my wallet and went over to the register.
I knew he wanted to protest my spending so much money on everything, but he didn’t have a job and I couldn’t see him justifying the expense to his parents. When he stayed close and moved to stand beside me at the register, I leaned down and whispered, “Masters always pay for sex toys. That’s only reasonable.”
He flashed me a quick grin and shook his head like it was a battle he knew he’d lost. As Derek finished scanning things and putting them in a bag, he tapped the screen a few times and gave me a total I knew was too low.
I raised one eyebrow, and he giggled. “Friends and family discount.”
I started to shake my head, but he held up a hand. “No arguing. If you want to make it up to me later, then you guys can invite me out to dinner at some point.”
Conceding, I nodded. “Sounds good.”
Christopher actually managed a response too. “Yeah, okay.”
Settling up with Derek, I put my wallet back in my pocket and grabbed the bag. Kissing Christopher’s head, I smiled. “You ready to go?”
He eyed the bag carefully. “Yes. The dorm?”
I nodded. “Yep. You’re going to try on the panties for me.”
That word always seemed to make him blush, and he wiggled like he was trying to make the cage more comfortable. I was glad he’d have the weekend to get used to the sensation before classes on Monday. He’d find it distracting for a while, but the restraint would mean I didn’t have to be so careful with him, and I thought he’d appreciate that part.
Derek glanced at the clock on the wall and nodded. “Yeah, I’m opening in just a few minutes so it’s probably a good time to head out. I’m glad you stopped by, though.”
I was too.
“Me too. Thanks.” Christopher started to reach a hand out to Derek, but Derek just bounced up to him and grabbed him in a hug.
“Let me know if you ever want to do something without your big lug around. We’ll grab dinner or coffee.” Derek smiled warmly, and I knew the offer was sincere.
He worked long hours and, from what he’d said, hadn’t dated seriously in a while. We’d always just been friends, but I hated the idea of him being alone. “We’re going to steal you for dinner sometime this week, so let me know when you have a night off.”
Derek beamed. “I got the new guy trained and I think he’s going to work out, so I’m going to take you up on that.”
“Good.” Christopher smiled.
Taking his hand, I squeezed it. “Just let me know what day.”
“I’ll look at the schedule and text you.” Then Derek turned his attention back to Christopher. “You have no idea how hard it is to find good employees. They take one look at me and either think they’re going to get to fuck me or that I can’t run a business because I don’t look like a typical adult store owner.”
He rolled his eyes. “Like my looks have anything to do with my ability to sell dildos and porn DVDs.”
Christopher started to cough but got control of himself quickly. “I think you’ve got a great store.”
Derek beamed like Christopher had just proposed. “Thank you.”
Another glance at the clock had me realizing Derek did need to open the store. “All right, we’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for the help.”
Thanks for helping me to blow my sub’s mind didn’t seem like a reasonable sentence, but I had a feeling he knew what I meant when his eyes lit up. “Anytime.”
Christopher and I were back at the truck in seconds and pulling away before another car started to pull in the parking lot. He slouched back in the seat and closed his eyes, reaching a hand out toward me. Taking his hand, I squeezed it tight and rested it on the seat between us.
I wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he didn’t seem upset so I just let the quiet continue as we drove back to the dorm. When he shifted and leaned so he could rest his head on my shoulder, I started caressing his hand with my fingers.
“He’s nice.”
It wasn’t what I pictured him starting with, but that was fine with me. “Yeah.”
“He worked at the garage?” Christopher reached over and started stroking my arm with his other hand.
“Yeah, customers loved him, and the guys had a good time with him. He’s not easily offended and took their teasing fine. They were all sad when he quit to focus on classes.” He hadn’t been what they’d been expecting in a new hire, so seeing the initial sparks had been fun.
Dad had always stressed being open-minded in his hiring, and the individual shop managers had taken that to heart. I’d always loved the odd ways that mandate had turned out. Everyone had very different ideas of what open-minded meant.
“He wasn’t what I was expecting.” Christopher chuckled. “He’s cool, though.”
“So you’re good inviting him out for dinner or something later this week? He’s been putting in such long hours that I’m not sure he’s gotten out much lately.” We used to hang out on a regular basis, but with his new business and my starting college, we’d drifted apart.
“It sounds like fun.” Then he paused for a moment. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page. Just dinner, right?”
Considering I’d just stripped him down and made him come in front of Derek, it was a legitimate question. “Yes, just dinner. A friend, that’s it.” I wasn’t going to invite a third into our bed. I just liked teasing Christopher and showing him off; there was a difference.
“Okay, that’s what I thought, but I figured I’d better ask just to be sure.” He said it carefully like he wasn’t sure how I’d take his question.
“No, it’s reasonable to ask. I always want you to ask if you have questions about something like that.” Unasked questions were things that could fester away at a relationship.
“Okay.” He relaxed again and continued the slow stroking of my hand as he traced patterns on it. “Do you think he knows Trent and Hayden?”
I smiled. “I’m not sure, but it’s possible. I don’t think he stocks age play things, but if they needed to special order something or just wanted floggers or something, he’d be the person to talk to.”
A few years ago, the only other shop in town that sold adult stuff had gone under when the owner had retired. That had been the point when Derek had decided that he wanted to go into business for himself. It’d taken a little while to get off the ground, but he was doing great now.
“Oh, okay.” Before I could figure out where his mind would go next, we were pulling up in front of the dorm. He glanced around before straightening. “You can’t…tell?”
I knew immediately what he was questioning. “No, your cage is very inconspicuous.” I released his hand and reached over to pat the front of his jeans. “If you were wearing thinner shorts, then maybe I’d be worried, but the heavy material covers it really well.”
Christopher relaxed and then looked at the plain black plastic bag on the floor by his feet. Not wanting to give him time to worry, I grabbed it and straightened, kissing his cheek as he started to get out of the truck. “Let’s go in.”
My movement seemed to encourage his, because as I opened my door, he followed quickly. Making his way around the truck, he gripped my empty hand and held it tight. He looked calm, but I knew there was a lot going on under the surface.
Was he that nervous about the cage? Had what happened at the store upset him more than I’d thought? “Are you okay?”
He shrugged and gave me a quick nod before shrugging again. Yep, clear as mud.
“That didn’t give me enough information, Christopher.” I knew my expression made it clear we weren’t going anywhere until I knew what he was thinking. Especially not up to the dorm where he’d probably try to find a thousand ways to distract me.
He tried to shrug again but blushed when I shook my head. Just that little bit of Dom in public had him fighting his desire.
Was that the problem?
“What do you think about your new…purchase?” I glanced down his body before smiling as he squirmed.
Early afternoon on a Saturday wasn’t the busiest time at the dorms, so the parking lot was pretty quiet. There were a few people heading out to their cars, but no one was paying us any attention and they weren’t close enough to hear us.
“It’s…” He shifted again and sighed.
“It’s frustrating?” I ran my thumb over the back of his hand. “You were always hard and now it feels like there’s nowhere for all that desire to go?”
He nodded and then looked past me like he was embarrassed. “I like being hard.”
That was different than not liking the cage.
“Do you like knowing that you belong to me? That I’m controlling when you can get erect and when you can orgasm?” The way he licked his lips and then shifted his hips like he was trying to get comfortable answered my question, but I was glad when he mumbled an answer.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go upstairs. I want to see how sexy you look in your cage again.” I tugged him close so he could feel my hard dick. “I loved putting it on you, Christopher.”
He gave a low moan and his body swayed as he rubbed against me. I continued in a low voice, “I’m going to love seeing how frustrated my slave gets when he can’t even get hard.”
I smiled as his body jerked and he cursed under his breath. “Upstairs, Christopher.”
He nodded and took a deep breath as he straightened. I shook my head. “I don’t want you trying to calm down. I like my needy boy.”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re trying to kill me.”
There was my drama queen. “No, I’m trying to make you so horny you can’t think, but still not let you come.”
He nodded. “That’s what I said.”
“Come on, drama queen. I haven’t even started torturing you yet.” As we made our way up through the parking lot and up to our room, we were stopped by a few people who gave us questioning looks and wanted to know what had kept us so busy.
Christopher didn’t seem to know what to tell them, but I just smiled and said I’d been busy getting to know my new boyfriend before we kept going. Christopher would blush and give me the cutest look before we’d start the process all over again. By the time we got back to the room, I was more than ready to have some private time with my boy.
It would have to wait a few more minutes, though.
As we walked in, I grabbed his towel from where it was hanging over a hook on the closet door and handed it to him. “Shower. Very thoroughly, my needy slut, but don’t keep me waiting.”
Christopher swallowed and nodded slowly. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up, but eventually, he started to move. His first steps were shuffling, but as he moved, he started to go faster and ended up dashing out of the room in seconds.
Smiling, I started emptying out the bag and putting our fun new purchases away. Keeping an eye on the clock, I waited for Christopher to finish, but it took him longer than I expected. When he finally came back, he was jittery and nearly coming out of his skin, he was so excited.
I let him lock the door and put his stuff away before I walked over to him and cupped his dick through his pants. “Strip.”
He groaned but immediately shed the sweats and T-shirt he’d put on after the shower. I went back over to the bed and relaxed as I watched his clothes come off and drop to the floor. He was incredible. That sexy body and the need written all over his face made him perfect, but the cock cage threw him right over the top.
“Come here, Christopher.” Then I smiled. “I want to see how that looks up close again.”
He took a deep breath, but immediately obeyed, and in two long steps he was waiting in front of me, the anticipation building. He was almost too incredible to touch. It took me several long seconds to bring my hand up and stroke my fingers over the plastic that was encasing his cock.
In the store, I’d had to work fast to get it on him before the excitement of being watched and touched made him hard again. As he stood there shaking and making sexy little sounds, I knew I could finally take my time—after I gave him a reward first.
“Beautiful.” I caressed around the base of his dick and over his balls. “I knew this would be perfect for you the first time I watched you come.”
Christopher gasped and thrust his hips to silently demand more. I chuckled but didn’t remove my hand. “I think my boy needs a reward for being so good.”
“Do I…” Christopher had to swallow hard to force the words out. “Can I come?”
I knew my smile had to be wicked, but he loved it, licking his lips and moaning. “Yes, but not in the way you think.” Sliding my hand between his legs, I ran one finger over his hole. “Are you very clean, Christopher?”
“Yes.” The word seemed to jump out of his mouth.
There wasn’t enough privacy in the bathrooms for him to have done anything dramatic, but his confidence made me curious about what he’d done in the shower. “Good boy.”
He whined as I moved my hand away from his body, giving his trapped dick a pat as I moved back. “Lie down on the bed. I want you on your stomach, Christopher. Ass up for your master.”
Blushing a vivid red, he scrambled to obey, his face scrunching up as his caged cock swung. The humiliation of the position and the order in general seemed to feed his dirty fantasy about what would happen, because I could see the lust that warred with the shame that was crashing over him.
When he was in the middle of the bed, face against the mattress and his ass arched up and on display for me, I ran my hand over one cheek and down his thigh. “Very good, slut.”
His eyes clenched shut, and he shook as I stroked up his leg again. As I started to move closer, I reached over and grabbed the lube I’d stashed in the nightstand drawer. Christopher peeked one eye open and gasped. I smiled. “I’m not going to slide my cock into my pretty slut just yet, but you can count on it being very soon, Christopher.”
Setting the bottle beside him on the bed, I moved between his legs and started caressing his ass with both hands. Stretched out down the bed, I was so close I knew he could feel my breath against his skin. “If there’s anything you want to do or figure out before I take you, Christopher, you’re going to want to do it very soon.”
Pressing a kiss to one cheek, I felt the start that went through his body. I wasn’t sure if it was at the hint that he’d need to look into prep for sex or at my touch, but either way, I chuckled. Tilting my head, I gave his other cheek a matching kiss. “I think you’re going to need another spanking soon, Christopher.”
He groaned and gasped out, “Please.”
I went back to his other cheek and kissed him again, closer to the needy hole that was demanding attention. Alternating, I kept going. “I’m not going to let you come, though.” Kiss. “I’ll lay you over my lap and redden that sexy ass of yours to help you remember who you belong to.” Kiss. “But no orgasm for my slut. Not until I’m ready to fuck my pretty slut.” Kiss.
He made a strangled sound as I kissed his hole for the first time. Then he moaned as I flicked my tongue over it and kissed his needy opening like I was exploring his mouth. Taking my time, I caressed his cheeks as I nibbled and licked and made love to him with my mouth. He arched and wiggled as I kept up the teasing onslaught, whining and begging for more.
Rambling pleas and promises to be good escaped him as I tongued him and pushed him higher. His trapped dick only seemed to make him want me to have sex with him even more. At one point, as I fucked him slowly with the tip of my tongue, he cried out for me to make love to him.
Pulling back, I nibbled on his ass. “Shh, don’t make me buy a gag before I play with you again.”
He mumbled something low I couldn’t hear, and as I looked up his body, I saw his head buried under a pillow. Grinning, I went back to playing with my cute slut. As his movements got even more jerky and his sounds got more frantic, I reached for the lube.
The distinctive sound had his entire body freezing in place. He didn’t utter a sound or move an inch as I squirted lube on my fingers and brought them to his hole. As I circled the sexy ring of muscles, I barely had to press on his entrance before my finger sank into his smooth heat.
A shiver ran up his spine as I slowly inched in. He was desperate and needy, so there was no resistance from his body as I sank in. When I bottomed out, I carefully pulled back and started to fuck him at a pace I knew wasn’t fast enough for him.
He seemed to know better than to demand I go faster, because I heard him moan, but that was the extent of his begging. As I finally increased the speed, I decided to torment him a little more. The next time I went deep into him, I brushed over his prostate, pressing on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
He cried out loud enough I knew our neighbors would hear him if they were home. Chuckling, I leaned in and bit down on his ass again as I rubbed slow circles around his prostate. “Naughty boy.”
Christopher was beyond words or apologies. He babbled out random words that didn’t make sense and desperate sounds that made my dick ache. When I finally eased off and started slowly fucking him again, his hands reached out and started clawing at the covers for something to hold on to.
Deciding that he’d had enough torture, I went back to playing with his prostate, caressing over it and fucking my finger into it to send him right to the edge. “My needy slut. See, you don’t have to have control of your dick for Master to reward you. There are all kinds of things I can do to play with my pretty slut.”
I found a rhythm that made him gasp and shake, so I continued the painful pleasure. “I might even see if my new plug can make you come while I watch. Can’t you picture it? The vibrations against your prostate would be so good while you flail on the bed with that trapped dick on display for me.”
I pulled my finger almost all the way out and then fucked him hard, nailing his prostate. He cried out beautifully as I continued to fuck him and nibble on his ass. When he finally collapsed onto the bed, I eased my finger out and moved to curl around him. He rolled just enough to press his body against mine.
“Master.” The quiet word was filled with emotion, and I leaned down to kiss his cheek.
“My boy.”