“Drew. Come into my office, please.”

Asa had been waiting all morning to say the words. Had rehearsed them under his breath so that he could speak them smoothly, without any hint of the excitement he felt.

The blond head at the far desk snapped up. Drew’s lips parted slightly, and his eyes cut to the side before meeting Asa’s.

He looked so boyish—gold hair flopping down over his forehead despite his efforts to tame it with product. Tie askew against a pale blue dress shirt just a little too large for his skinny frame. A flush to his cheeks that made Asa’s heart pound harder.

“Yes, sir.” Drew rose, nearly stumbling.

Jesus, he was easy. Asa hadn’t realized how easy until Christmas. Until he and Javier had gotten a chance to explore just how simple it was to make Drew blush, make him shiver.

Make him shoot like a fucking line gun.

A couple of other employees had glanced up when Asa appeared, but they went right back to staring blearily at computer screens and paperwork. Everyone in the office had a New Year’s hangover.

Drew followed Asa quickly into Asa’s roomy office. Asa shut and locked the door behind them and watched as Drew stood there awkwardly, awaiting instruction. Took a long look at Drew’s ass in his black work pants. At the slim, shiny leather belt that encircled his slight waist. Wished to God that there was no one else around—that he could stand behind Drew and unbuckle that belt, slide it through the loops as Drew’s body hitched against his. Bend Drew over the desk and strap him hard. Listen to his sharp, ragged breaths become whimpers, then sobs.

His dick started to harden.

Not now. Later.

Right now, he had other—quieter—plans.

He took a seat at his desk. Regarded Drew wordlessly until Drew shifted.

“Is…everything all right?” Drew asked.

Asa grinned. “Everything’s just fine.”

To his relief, Drew smiled too. Asa had wondered how things would be between them when they went back to work. The holidays had been…wild, to say the least. Drew had returned to Asa and Javier’s for New Year’s Eve, and they’d almost matched Christmas for sheer kinky innovation. But for all their easy rapport when it was just the three of them at home, the fact remained that Asa was Drew’s boss. And this could easily turn into an HR nightmare.

“Okay. Uh, good.”

Asa crooked a finger. “Come here.”

Drew approached. Such a sweet, submissive boy. Asa wondered if the marks from New Year’s still showed stark against his pale skin. If his nipples were still swollen and bruised from clamps. If he could still feel Asa and Javier’s cocks inside him when he walked.

When Drew reached Asa, he clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head. Asa could see his pulse jerking. Longed to press his lips to that fluttering spot.

“Very good,” Asa whispered.

Drew’s blush deepened, spread to the back of his neck.

Asa reached down and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. Took out a small black box and set it on the surface.

“Take your pants down,” Asa said softly.

Drew’s head snapped up, and he glanced at the door.

“It’s locked.”

Drew hesitated, mouth partway open. Faced forward again. “I—Yes, Sir.” The “sir” was capital now; Asa could sense it. Drew was always a respectful worker. But right now, he was Asa’s boy, not his employee, and they both knew it. Drew’s hands went to his belt and unfastened it. The front of his pants already bulged, and Asa smiled as Drew undid his fly to reveal tenting black briefs.

Drew slid his pants down to mid-thigh. Hesitated again, then clasped his hands behind his head.

Asa made an approving noise. “You remember how this works.”

Drew cracked another smile.

Asa opened the box. Inside was a small, curved plastic cage with a little black padlock. “You know what this is?”

Drew’s breathing roughened a little. “Yes, Sir.”

“What is it?”

“A cock cage, Sir.”

“Mm-hm. You’re going to wear it for me for the rest of the work day.” Asa lifted it out of the box. With his other hand, he cupped the bulge in Drew’s briefs. Drew’s breath hitched. “You can’t be hard when I put it on.”

“I—I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Drew.” Asa rubbed Drew’s hardening cock through the cotton, relishing the slight dampness of the fabric. “Fix this.”

“I can’t help it, Sir.” He gasped and tipped his head back as Asa’s thumb swiped the ridge of his dick.

“You’ll help it for me. Won’t you?” Asa took his hand away.

“I—how…?”

“Shh. Focus.”

Drew took a couple of deep breaths. Looked like he was concentrating on some Beautiful Mind-level shit. Asa barely stifled a laugh. Poor kid. He was so fucking turned on, and every moment of humiliation was only making it worse.

“I’m trying,” Drew whispered.

Asa reached out again and pinched Drew’s ass. “Take those briefs down.”

Drew scrambled to obey. His dick sprang free, half-erect. Asa gestured for him to turn, and Drew did, presenting his narrow, taut ass to Asa.

Just as Asa had suspected—little blue and purple dots from the cane. Swaths of bruising from Asa’s razor strop. Larger patches from a wooden paddle Javier had used without mercy.

Asa’s dick stiffened as he swept the tips of his fingers over the marks. Drew didn’t move.

“Dirty boy,” Asa said conversationally, knowing Drew loved it: the shame, the anticipation, the knowledge that Asa was in awe of him.

Asa pinched one of the bruises.

“Mn—” Drew caught the sound before it became a protest.

“Shh,” Asa scolded. “People will hear.”

Drew bit his lip, hard enough to make Asa wince in sympathy. Asa pinched again and twisted the skin. Drew’s erection started going down. Even a pain slut like his boy had limits.

“Turn around.”

Drew did, immediately. He was soft now.

“I shouldn’t have had to help you,” Asa said sternly. He could almost feel Drew’s dismay as he picked up the cock cage. He lifted Drew’s flaccid dick and placed it inside.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“We’ll deal with it later,” Asa said brusquely. Drew’s dick twitched in the cage. God, this kid.

Asa manipulated Drew’s balls until the silicone band encircled them—not tightly enough to cut off circulation, but enough to keep the device in place. Asa let one finger slide up to stroke the silky skin behind his balls. Drew closed his eyes briefly, exhaling.

“It looks good on you.” Asa locked the device and placed the key in his breast pocket.

Drew glanced down at the clear cage locked snug around his dick. “Thank you, Sir.”

Asa stroked the boy’s inner thigh with his fingertips. Watched Drew struggle to stand still. Watched his cock try to harden in its prison. “Nice,” Asa whispered, tracing the crease between Drew’s hip and thigh. Drew swallowed visibly. “That’s my boy.”

A ragged sigh.

“You’ll wear this for me, and you’ll think of me every time you move.”

“Yes, Sir.” The words were barely audible.

Asa tapped the cage. “This is mine. And I’ll unlock it when I’m ready to use it.”

A whimpery gasp as Asa pinched Drew’s thigh.

“It might be tonight. Might be tomorrow.” More gentle strokes up and down his thighs. Another pinch, another sharp huff. “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” Asa patted him. “Pull your pants up. I have to get back to work.”

Drew hastily pulled up his pants and underwear, not even flinching as he tugged the fabric over his caged dick. He fastened his fly. Re-tucked his shirt.

“One more thing,” Asa said, before Drew could leave.

“Yes, Sir?”

Asa handed Drew his phone. “I want you to call Javi. And tell him what just happened.”

“Tell him…”

“You heard me, you little slut,” Asa said quietly.

One of these days, Asa was going to do some thorough research into what got redder: Drew’s ass during a spanking, or his face when Asa called him a slut.

“I want you to tell him that I couldn’t put the cage on at first because you were hard. And you wouldn’t listen to me.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir.”

“It’s okay. But I want you to tell him.”

Drew took the phone and dialed Javier. Asa could hear the faint ringing, then Javi’s voice: “Hey, babe!”

“Um, it’s me,” Drew said. “Drew.”

“Drew.” Jav suddenly sounded concerned. “Is Asa okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” Drew said hastily. “He’s right here. He wanted me to call you, and…”

“Yes?” Jav prompted.

“He, uh…” Drew was speaking as quietly as possibly, still sneaking nervous glances at the door. “Put me in chastity, Sir.”

“He did?” Jav’s voice had taken on the sly tone that Asa loved.

Drew’s hand tightened visibly on the phone. “He said my cock is his and…and he’ll decide whether to unlock me later.” He glanced at Asa, as if for approval. Asa simply lifted his brows.

“Very nice, chiquito. How do you feel about that?”

Drew ignored the question, gaze slipping from Asa’s as he rushed on. “I didn’t do a good job. I, uh, I was—getting—hard, and he told me to stop, but I couldn’t, uh, like, get myself…soft? So…I’m sorry, Sir. I’m gonna try to do better.”

Asa wasn’t sure whether to swoon or roll his eyes. In another sub, that little speech might have seemed manipulative, overkill. But Drew really was just that submissive. He lived to please, and treated himself harshly—too harshly—when he failed. Asa’s goal was to help Drew find the balance between being a good, respectful sub, and understanding that this was a game. That when Asa faulted him for getting hard, it was a tease, not a genuine condemnation.

He waited to hear what Jav would say.

“Oh, Drew. Drew, Drew, Drew.” Jav laid it on thick. “What are we gonna do with you?”

The overblown tsk-tsk-ing got Drew to crack a smile. “Um…” Drew’s voice hitched with a laugh.

“You think this is funny?”

“No, Sir.”

“Illicit boners are no laughing matter, kid. Wait till I get my hands on you.”

Drew’s laugh was louder this time. “Okay, Sir.”

“You sound way too happy about that, slut. I’ll see you at home. Give Asa my love.”

The call ended, and Drew handed the phone back to Asa. Yelped softly when Asa caught his wrist instead of the phone and tugged him into his lap.

“Shhh,” Asa said into his hair. He kissed Drew’s temple. “People will hear.” Though right now, Asa couldn’t have cared less.

Drew nestled close, pressing his face against the crook of Asa’s shoulder. Asa stroked between his shoulder blades, then squeezed him tightly.

“You’re a good boy,” he whispered. “You hear me? I got so hot putting that cage on you, and I’m gonna fuck you so hard later.”

Drew snickered softly into his shirt. Lifted and tilted his head to nip at Asa’s neck.

Asa patted his ass, laughing. “Up, slut. Get back to work.”

Drew stood and headed toward the door. Asa straightened, readying himself for this final phase.

“Drew? I lied. There’s still on more thing.”

Drew turned back and raised his brows. Asa reached into the bottom drawer again.

“Come on back here.”

Drew returned to the desk and watched as Asa pulled out a brand new, stiff leather tawse, with a red bow tied around the handle. It was just over a foot long, russet-colored and heavy. Asa watched Drew’s face, but Drew kept his expression carefully neutral. Asa held out the implement. “A late Christmas gift.” He waited until Drew took it. “I’ll be staying a little late tonight. But you’ll leave at four-thirty, and you’ll offer that to Javier when you get home.”

Drew turned the twin-tailed strap over in his hand. He glanced up. “This looks painful, Sir.”

Asa nodded, a grin quirking one side of his mouth. “It’s gonna take some breaking in. Javier’s good at that.”

Drew bit his lower lip, smiling. “Yeah. Shit.” He started to hand the tawse back to Asa. “I’ll be back to get it when I leave, Sir.”

“No.”

Drew met his gaze.

“You’ll take it with you now. Keep it in your desk.”

“But…how do I get it…out there?”

Asa shrugged. “Not my problem.”

Drew stood there for a moment, then untucked his shirt and slid the tawse’s handle into the waistband of his pants. Tucked his shirt back in around it. Checked the line. He placed his arm down at his side to cover the bulge. “Okay. A little awkward, but…”

“Go on.” Asa tried to make it look like he’d gone back to work, like he barely noticed Drew was still in the room. But secretly, he was watching every move Drew made. “I’ll see you this evening.”

He watched Drew walk stiffly to the door, his ass flexing under his pants, his arm held firmly against his side. The door opened, then shut.

Asa leaned back.

Fucking hell. This afternoon was gonna be the longest of his life.

* * *

The call came at ten till six.

Jav.

Asa answered immediately. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jav replied. “You alone?”

“Yep. Last one here.”

“Well. You really should be here. I’ve got our slut bent over the counter here. He’s got a new present to try out.”

Asa sat back in his chair. “Oh yeah?” He imagined Drew naked, elbows on the counter, ass thrust out.

“Uh-huh. But we figured since you can’t be here, we’d put you on speaker. Say hi, Drew.

“Hello, Sir.” Drew’s voice was muffled, strained.

“Tell Asa what’s happening.”

“Um…Jav’s going to spank me, Sir.”

“Why?” Jav demanded.

Asa grinned.

“Because…I deserve it.”

“Why?” Asa asked.

“’M a slut,” Drew mumbled.

“You are,” Asa agreed. “I have a feeling we’re about to find out how much of one.”

“He’s already spreading his legs on his own,” Javier told Asa. “He can’t fucking wait.”

Asa laughed. “Well. Give him what he’s asking for.”

“You’re getting ten, Drew,” Jav said. “You’re going to count each one.”

“Y’s sir.” Drew already sounded lost in subspace.

“All right, chiquito. Count ’em loud for Asa.”

A pause, and then the hard crack of leather across flesh. Drew, normally quiet during punishment, squealed. “Ow!” He sounded genuinely shocked.

“Is ‘ow’ a number?” Jav asked.

“One, Sir.” Drew’s voice was uneven.

Another sharp crack.

“Two, Sir!” Drew said tightly.

Asa tried to resist stroking the front of his work pants.

Crack!

“Ah-hah-haaahowww, three, Sir.”

A pause. Then Jav’s voice: “You should see him dance, Asa.”

Asa could only manage a low moan.

Crack!

A wail from Drew.

“I’m waiting,” Javier said.

“Four, Sir!”

“You could fry eggs on his ass, mi corazón,” Jav told Asa.

The sharpest crack yet.

“F-five! Sir!”

Jav didn’t stop. The final five were administered one after the other, with barely enough time in between for Drew to shriek out a number. Asa was on the verge of coming just listening to it. For a few seconds, the only sounds from the phone were Drew’s rough sobs. Then a soft crinkle.

A moment later came the tight, huffing moans Asa recognized too well. Javier, forcing his cock into Drew’s ass. Drew gasping and panting as Javi stretched him.

“Take it,” Jav ordered, gently but firmly. “Take all of me.”

Next came the rhythmic the slap of Jav’s thighs against what Asa could only imagine was a very red and swollen ass. Asa heard the impact of the two bodies against the counter, over and over, jostling the phone. Drew whimpered and moaned as he was fucked.

Asa began to rub the front of his pants.

Jav grunted loudly, and Drew yelped. The rhythm faltered. Asa winced in sympathy at the sound of a palm meeting flesh, and a strangled cry from Drew.

Then the thrusts resumed.

Asa couldn’t handle it anymore. He stood up, gathering his things. “Make sure there’s something left of him for me. I’ll be right home.”

“You’d…better…hurry,” Javier forced out.

Asa didn’t need to be told twice.