Ethan
“See—that went better than you thought it would.” I squeezed his hand tighter and tugged him closer as we walked toward the car. “You’re too far away.”
Smiling and with a faint blush, he leaned against my shoulder as we walked down the sidewalk. “Because your dad is watching.”
“We’re not naked. We’re holding hands, and I might hug you. He’ll survive.” I chuckled when I glanced over at Christopher’s hesitant expression. “And don’t call him my dad. Pops. He’s got to be Pop or Father. You didn’t see the look on his face when that girl called him Daddy.”
His blush deepened, but he knocked into my arm with his shoulder. “Don’t say that kind of stuff. It’s your dad.” At my groan, Christopher chuckled. “Fine, it’s your pop.”
“Thank you.” I glanced over my shoulder and waved to Pop. He always stood at the window as I left. I wasn’t sure when it started, but I always knew he’d be there. “It wasn’t what I thought he might be into, but he’s lonely and I want him to settle down again.”
Christopher was trying, but it was clear that talking about my dad’s sex life was hard for him. “He was pretty adamant about not wanting you to hook him up with that girl.”
I shrugged as I dug the keys out of my pocket. “She was young. Maybe he just needs someone a bit closer to his own age.”
“He’ll find someone. It’s not like he’s home all the time. How old is he? Early forties?” At my nod, Christopher continued. “He’s got time to figure out what he wants.”
I leaned over and kissed his forehead before I released his hand. “You’re right.”
He grinned. “I’m always right.”
I barked out a laugh as I started around the front of the truck. “You’re always naughty. That’s not the same thing.”
He gave a quick glance back at the house. “Your dad’s going to hear.”
“Is paranoia setting in?” I raised an eyebrow but couldn’t hide the laughter I knew he’d see in my eyes. “Maybe we should head back to the dorms instead.”
“No.” He shook his head and reached for the door. “Just cautious.”
As he opened the door, I climbed in on my side as well. Once we were settled, I reached over and squeezed his hand. “Even if he knew everything, he wouldn’t be surprised.” The look on his face was so disbelieving I had to smile and continue. “I’m serious. He knows all kinds of people. I guarantee we’re not the most interesting couple he’s met.”
“But you’re his son.” Christopher seemed to think that made a difference.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around that. I knew his parents were different from my dad, but still…he was their son. “It doesn’t matter. He didn’t blink when I came out, and then later he didn’t blink when he found the first BDSM porn on my computer. He might lecture if he thinks I’m doing something stupid or dangerous, but he was never angry or surprised.”
If he’d ever been surprised by something I’d done or said, he’d hidden it well. He was the unshakable man who always put me first and made sure I knew he was right there for me. That was one of the reasons I wanted him to settle down. It was time for him to have someone else to focus that unfailing support on.
Christopher smiled, but it was a bit sad. “I just can’t imagine that.”
I hoped his parents eventually realized how fucked up they were. I pulled Christopher’s arm so his hand rested on my thigh. “You’ll see. Eventually, he’s going to lecture you about something too. It’s just what he does when he’s worried about family.”
Christopher was officially family.
I’d seen it in my dad’s face as he’d teased Christopher. The evening might have started out quiet and a little strained, but they’d both relaxed quickly. It hadn’t taken Dad long to see how sweet and nervous Christopher was, and it hadn’t taken Christopher long to realize my dad wasn’t going to hate him.
Christopher’s parents were really fucked up to have given him this many worries.
He smiled and squeezed my leg as I let go of his hand to start the car. As I got ready to head toward the hotel, I gave him another look. “You’re sure about tonight?”
Nodding, he gave the bag at his feet a nervous glance, then moved his focus back up to me. “Yes.”
It wasn’t a rousing response, but I had a feeling he was just nervous, not backing out. “We only go as far as we’re both comfortable. Right?”
He gave an embarrassed blush that had him wiggling in his seat. It looked like someone had just remembered their cage. He’d been so distracted and worried about dinner, he’d completely forgotten his dick was locked up. No nervous little wiggles or needy glances, he’d just sat stone still and had gone back to that quiet, mousy guy who I’d roomed with at the beginning of the semester.
When I waited for a response before putting the truck in gear, he blushed deeper and nodded. “Yes. Right.”
“Safewords still apply whether we’re boyfriends or more at the moment, got it?” I wanted to make sure he understood that.
That finally had his blush fading, and he nodded with a smile. “Yes. I can use my safeword anytime.”
I put the truck in gear and reached over to run my hand over his head before I focused back on the road. As I pulled away from the curb, I moved my hand back to rest on his. “Good boy.”
We were both quiet as we headed across town. I hadn’t wanted to pick a place too close to the college, so I’d found a nice hotel that catered to business people and high-end tourists. It was an odd time of year so the rate wasn’t as bad as I’d been expecting, but it would still be nice for Christopher.
As we drove, he started to relax. I traced around his fingers and over the ridges on his hand as he sank deeper into the seat. I didn’t want him too relaxed, though. Releasing his hand, I reached across the cab and rested my hand high on his thigh.
“Is your cage still comfortable?” I smiled as Christopher groaned.
“It was until you asked me about it.” Shifting, he widened his legs and sat up straighter. “It’s…fine.”
I slowly inched my hand up his leg until I was cupping his groin. Feeling the restraint through his clothes was incredibly erotic. He’d given me control over his dick. It was insane.
“I guess that means you don’t want it off when I make love to you?” I shifted the cage just enough to make him moan. My little pain slut. “I’ve heard some boys love it that way. When I play with you, if I tease your prostate enough, you’ll still get to orgasm but the cum will only drip out. Depending on the cage and how I play with you, your balls might even stay nice and full of cum when you orgasm.”
Christopher’s mouth clamped shut, but I heard the low moan he tried to hide. “You like that idea, don’t you, slut?”
He shook his head, but his hips bucked and thrust his dick harder into my hand. It wouldn’t get him off, though. “Naughty boy. Are you trying to get your cock hard?”
We both knew that wouldn’t work until I allowed it, but the question turned him on even more.
“I’m…” Christopher took a deep breath, and I glanced over to see him closing his eyes, trying to focus. “I’m sorry, Master.”
I slid my hand between his legs and stroked one finger over his hole. “Don’t forget, I can use this without letting your dick get hard, Christopher.”
A shiver ran through him and another moan escaped as he rocked his hips so he was rubbing my finger over his entrance. “You want that, don’t you, Christopher? You want my cock inside you, showing you how good it feels to completely belong to me.”
His head was jerking up and down as he ground his ass into the seat, desperately wanting more. “Yes…please…” He sounded needy, and the words came out rough. “I belong to you, but please let me come…please let me get hard.”
I pressed down harder against his entrance. “Are you sure that’s what you want? What if I told you I wanted to slide my dick into your tight, round ass but leave that cage on? I love seeing you locked up for me.”
He was going to get to come, but I wasn’t lying about how erotic it was to see him locked up.
Every night since I’d put him in the cage, I’d fallen asleep with my hand over it. It wasn’t just the control. It was everything that it meant. It was a constant physical reminder he wanted to belong to me. It wasn’t locked. He could have taken it off at any time, but he didn’t.
He was mine.
“I…I’d…” He couldn’t seem to decide what to say. The need to please me and the idea that he might not get to come were erotic, but I knew there was also a pressing desire to orgasm that was weighing down on him.
He’d been so good as he’d waited for me to let him out.
Of course, it had also made him needy, so the war between wanting to come and wanting to please me was constantly running through him. Pleasing me always won. I think it had to do with how it layered his submission with humiliation. There was something about having to admit that he liked being told no and being told how he belonged to me that made it even better for him.
“You’d be my good slut, wouldn’t you?” He gave a jerky nod that I caught out of the corner of my eye. “But you’ve been a very obedient little slave, and I said I’d let you come.”
He let out a sigh when he realized he hadn’t lost the chance for the erection and orgasm he desperately wanted. “Thank you, Master.”
“I’m going to take my time with my slut before I let you out, though.” I wanted to torment every inch of him, and we both knew I couldn’t do that with his hair trigger. I kept up the maddening caress of his entrance through his jeans. “But once I’m deep inside my boy and I’m fucking you hard, then I’ll let you out.”
Another shiver raced through him, and he tightened his legs around my hand as he rocked his hips. My needy boy.
Unfortunately for him, we were almost at the hotel.
Taking my hand away, I smiled as he jerked up and started apologizing. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I’ll—”
I reached back over and patted his caged dick. “You’ve been very good, boy. But we’re here.”
Pointing to the hotel in the distance, I gave him a moment to get his probably racing heart under control. “I can’t let him them see my needy boy begging to be fucked, can I?”
That had him moaning again. “No, I…Thank you, Master.”
His gratitude was so reluctant I had to smile. My slut was a bit of an exhibitionist. He just didn’t like admitting that part. “You’re welcome, slut.”
He seemed more confident and less worried when I kept his submission at the forefront of his mind, so as we pulled in and parked, I tried to keep it going. When he started to close his legs and sit up, I shook my head. “No, slut, keep your legs open. I want to see my boy on display.”
Christopher inhaled sharply but nodded and widened his legs. I smiled. “Good boy.”
As I turned off the engine, I reached over and pinched his nipple through his shirt. “We haven’t been giving these enough attention. I think we need to go talk to Derek and see about getting you some toys to torture these.” I grinned wickedly as he shook and groaned. “Maybe he’ll know someone who can pierce them.”
It was initially just a teasing idea to keep him horny, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I rolled his nipple between my fingers while he squirmed. “I can just see it now. Rings in your nipples keeping them constantly sensitive and your cage keeping you locked up until I’m ready to let you come; you’d be so sexy.”
He’d also be constantly turned on.
“And if I put you in a tight, thin T-shirt, everyone would be able to see them and know what a little slut you were.” I knew that one thing had nothing to do with the other, but the wicked fantasies that were playing through his head wouldn’t be based in reality.
“I bet you’d be constantly embarrassed as everyone stared and whispered.” If it weren’t for the cage, I had a feeling my slut would have tumbled right over the edge.
Smiling, I released the now sensitive nipple and gave his chest a pat. “We’re going to have to talk to Derek.”
Christopher relaxed back into the seat as I moved my hand away from his body, but I could see the dirty images running through his head. Was it just the idea of getting pierced or was it the idea of seeing Derek again?
We’d talked about going out to dinner with him and that hadn’t made Christopher uncomfortable or turned on, so I thought it was probably the idea of going back to the shop that made him squirm. Unbuckling, I leaned across the cab and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on, slut. I can’t wait to get you upstairs.”
Deciding that he had enough to keep his mind occupied, I grinned and reached for the door. As I got out, grabbing my bag from behind the seat, I watched as Christopher finally made his body work and started getting out of the truck. I was already on his side by the time he had his bag and was standing steadily.
Shutting the door for him, I gave him a quick kiss. “You ready?”
He took another breath and finally gave me a more confident smile. “Yes, I was ready for this the first time I saw you.”
Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over the pale skin. “I wish I would have known sooner.” Kissing his lips one last time, I dropped my hand. “No matter what happens, I’m glad we get to have some quiet time and privacy together.”
Christopher smiled and stretched up to give me a kiss. “I know exactly what I want to happen, but thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome.” I kissed his forehead. “Now, come on, slut. It’s time to give you what you’ve been begging for.”
“Thank god.” Christopher blushed but didn’t back down. “Your patience was driving me crazy.”
“You like being driven crazy, so I wasn’t worried.” I was, however, ready to do more than tease him and feel his lips wrapped around my dick.
He rolled his eyes. “There’s good crazy and bad crazy.”
I laughed. “Oh, we both know I haven’t gotten close to bad crazy yet, but don’t give me any ideas.”
“I’m just going to shut my mouth now.” He mimicked zipping his lips.
Chuckling, I shook my head. “Come on, crazy.”
He might be nuts, but he was my nut.