Maddox
The drive back seemed much longer than it had going out there. Maybe it was because we were both a little excited to get home. Bryan was doing his best to keep his mind off it, playing with the radio and bringing up random things that should go on our list of things to do. But me—I had no desire to push it out of my mind.
I thought of every naughty idea I could, every scenario that we’d talked about or played with, to plan out the rest of our evening. I was still set on a spanking and taking some time for him to play and simply relax tomorrow afternoon. But Sarah’s little present had given me some good inspiration for what was to come next.
I finally settled on a fantasy that was one of my favorites. Similar to what we’d done before, but a little bit different, something that would tease at his submission. Of course, since I knew what his reward was going to be, I couldn’t keep all that knowledge to myself. I wouldn’t give too much away, but a little bit here and there couldn’t hurt.
“You’re going to look so sexy for me.”
He squeaked and I could see his hands gripping the wheel tighter before he forced himself to relax. “My surprise, Daddy?”
“Oh yes, I can see it now. And their present is going to make tonight even better.”
“What are you going to do for my treat? Will you tell me what the present is now?” I could hear the excitement and need in his voice.
“You’re driving, B. You need to concentrate on the road. You let me think about all the naughty things I want to do with you.” That had him squirming in his seat, and I could see him trying to take deep breaths. So cute.
By the time we got home, I had him pretty worked up. Just making it to the front door was difficult for him. It was like he’d used all his control to drive and now he was done. I was so hard it hurt to walk. Thankfully, Michelle knew better than to wait up for us. We made it upstairs in record time.
Once we got to our room and locked the door, he was so excited he was shaking. Little shifts and wiggles let me know his cock was trying to get hard, trapped in the cock cage, but he didn’t seem to be in pain. With the way he liked spankings and denial, I didn’t think he’d have any problem with it.
He managed to walk to the middle of the room before he stopped and waited, looking at me for instructions. He was so sexy I could eat him up. Luckily, that was the plan. “You’re very excited for your treat, aren’t you?”
His stuttered response came out filled with anticipation. “Yes, D-Daddy. W-What is it?”
“I’m not going to tell you yet. First, we need to take off your clothes. I want to see how incredible you look in only your cage.” My voice was gravelly and I tried to let him know how sexy I thought he was.
He lifted his hands to his shirt, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. “Let me help, Baby.”
His eyes were filled with need as he put his hands back down, trying to be patient. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Very good.” Setting the bag on the bed, I walked over to him. Letting my hands run over his chest, teasing and light, I felt his muscles twitch and bunch. When I got to the hem of his shirt and started lifting, he was biting his lip and trying to be still.
Drawing the shirt over his head, I let my hands wander down his torso again, taking the time to trace my fingers around his nipples before I gave them a little pinch. His sexy moan filled the silence.
“You have to be quiet, Baby. Can you do that? I know how difficult that’s going to be for you. No crying out or begging. You have to be silent.” He wasn’t going to be able to do it, but I was going to let him try.
“I’ll try. I can be good.” His fingers were clenching and wiggling. He wanted to behave, but I was going to make it impossible.
“Good boy.” Pinching his nipples again, I watched as he arched up into my fingers. He bit his lip again, muffling the sound of his pleasure. He was trying so hard. “Don’t forget you have to be quiet. I can’t give you your surprise if you’re naughty. I’m going to try again and see if you can behave.”
I tried to make it sound like I was doing him a favor, trying to give him another chance to be good. Rubbing my fingers around the tight bud of his nipple, I gave him a chance to relax. “Your little tits are so sensitive, aren’t they?”
“Yes, D—” A ragged moan caught him mid-word as I gave his nipple another pinch. It was such a beautiful sound. I loved hearing his pleasure and seeing him start to fall apart.
“Naughty boy. You’re not being very quiet. You want Daddy to play with your tits, don’t you?” There was no way his mom would hear unless he got a lot louder, but he loved being my naughty boy.
“Please, don’t stop. I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” His words tumbled out and he fought to stay still while I caressed and teased his sexy chest.
“I’m not sure you can be quiet. We might have to do something to make sure you can behave.” That caught his attention but his brain wasn’t working enough for him to connect the dots.
“Make sure?”
I didn’t want him to figure it out quite yet, so I gave his nipples another pinch. The sexy gasp and low pleading noises were beautiful. “I can’t play with your little tits if you’re going to be loud, Baby.”
Releasing them, I let my hands slide down to his pants. I wanted to get him naked anyway but to him, he was being punished. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll try harder.”
“I know you will. I’m going to help you be a good boy in a few minutes. Right now, I want to get my boy naked. I want to see your sexy restraint.” I didn’t waste any time stripping his pants off. I was nearly as turned on as he was. The idea of dragging things out much longer was frustrating. I wanted him naked.
Within seconds, I had his pants and his remaining clothes off—all except the jock and the cock cage. Those were going to stay for now. Bryan was shaking…stunning as he stood there naked, waiting to be told what to do.
Incredible.
“You look so sexy, Baby.” He blushed but didn’t try to cover his body. The jock hugged him like a second skin, outlining the cage. Letting my fingers rest on the elastic edge of the waistband, running them along the band as I walked around him. Seeing the way his sexy ass was framed by the jock had my already frayed control ready to come apart.
I slid my fingers under the straps that highlighted his ass and pulled them back to snap at him. He gasped and arched his bottom back against me. I knew he’d like that little bite of pain. Not enough to even leave a mark but enough to keep pushing him higher.
Stepping closer to press my body against his back, I let him feel how hard I was as I rubbed my clothed cock over his crack. He shivered and another moan tore out of him as he tried to get closer. Turning him a little, he was right where I wanted him.
In front of the mirror.
He always checked to make sure no one could see the cage under his clothes but he never stopped to appreciate how sexy he looked. I wanted him to see it the way I did. Not as something to worry over and cover up but something to enjoy and to see how beautiful it made him.
Running my hands up and down his chest, I stared at his reflection. God, he was so sexy. “Look at you. The way the jock cups you and shows off my sexy boy. Aren’t you glad we got rid of your regular underwear? This is how my sweet submissive should always look.”
It seemed like he couldn’t figure out what to say, but finally, he glanced down at his crotch and blushed. “I like them, Daddy.”
I let my hands wander down his chest. Cupping his trapped cock, I slowly pulled the jock over to the side so he could see his cage. “You look so incredible. Watching you in this, knowing that you’re mine and that you can’t get hard without asking for permission is one of the sexiest things I think I’ve ever seen.”
Reaching back up with one hand, I pinched one of his nipples. Tugging on it gently, I made him watch while he writhed in pleasure, still soft and confined. “You’re getting so turned on and you want more, but you still can’t get hard. Not without permission.”
He squirmed and blushed, but I didn’t let him look away.
“Do you see how unbelievable you look? My sexy boy. Sweet and needy for Daddy.” His head fell back against my shoulder as I teased his tits and ran my fingers around the base of the cage, stroking his sensitive skin. “Do you see?”
He tensed and couldn’t seem to decide which touch he wanted to get closer to. I solved the problem for him. Making sure his cage was still showing, I brought my other hand back up to his chest. I wanted him to see his pleasure, to see how erotic he looked.
Giving both a good pinch, I watched as he arched and tried to close his eyes, “No, Baby. Look in the mirror. I want to see you watching while I play with you.”
He blushed faintly, but most of his focus was on the mirror, trying to behave. “Do you see why I think you’re so incredible, B? Look at how beautiful you are. My sexy boy.” The words seemed to be stuck in his throat. He moaned and stared but said nothing.
“Do you like it when I play with your tits?” Maybe if I started with something easier.
“Yes, Daddy.” The words popped out full of desperation.
“Tell me more.”
“I…I like it when you touch my tits, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
“Do you like it when I pinch them hard? When I pull on them and make you squirm?”
This time a hoarse moan escaped before he could answer. “Yes, Daddy!”
“Look in the mirror, Baby. Watch my fingers teasing you…pulling on you…making you wiggle…you want to beg for more, don’t you?”
“Yes, please…I need…I…please…”
“Tell Daddy how you look then. Tell me and I’ll give you more. I’ll even show you the special present in the package. I know you’re so curious.” If he could say it once…really see how special he was, I knew that would take some of his reservations away. Give him more confidence with things.
We stood there in front of the mirror for a few long moments while he writhed and tried to be so good. How could he not see how amazing he looked? Leaning back against me, his chest pushed out, and that sexy cock confined and soft…he was perfect.
“Yes, Daddy. I see…but it’s you…it’s you that makes me like this…just you…please…”
It was more than I thought I’d get, so I tilted my head and gave a kiss to his cheek. “That’s my good boy.” I stopped playing with him for a second. I needed him functional enough to walk. “Over to the bed. I can’t wait to show you what I’m going to do next.”
The words sounded dirty. He shivered again and I could see his eyes starting to glaze over. He was so turned on—so close to the edge. Helping him balance, I stayed close while he walked over to the bed. When we reached the edge, he waited, not sure what to do next.
Reaching out, I put two of the pillows in the middle of the bed. Then I grabbed the package. “Climb up, Baby. Hips on the pillows so that pretty bottom of yours is open for me.” Giving his ass a pat as he blushed, I spoke again. “I have to go do something in the bathroom real quick. When I come out I want to see you ready for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” His voice was husky and thick with arousal.
Wanting to finish getting the new toy ready quickly, I turned away and strode to the bathroom. Taking the gag and small ball with a little bell inside out of the bag, I looked it over one more time. It was pretty simple. A basic ball gag that wouldn’t be too difficult for him. It needed to be cleaned off, and then we’d be able to play. I’d read about the bell. He’d use it to get my attention. It was in several books that we’d read this summer, so he wouldn’t be surprised.
Well, not too much.
Once it was clean and I was confident I could get it on him without looking like an idiot, I went back out to the bedroom. In the soft glow of the room, he looked like an old-fashioned pagan offering. Ass thrust up, legs spread and waiting, he had to be desperate because there was no shyness and no hesitation showing.
Walking around to the side of the bed, I went up to his head. “Open, Baby. I’m going to help you stay quiet.”
He stared at me in shock but opened his mouth without protest, allowing me to slide it in. “God, B. It’s unbelievable.” Attaching the strap at the back, I leaned down and gave the other side of the toy a little kiss. “You have no idea how much I love this.”
Straightening up, I pressed the little ball into his right hand. “You know what to do with this. Do you remember?”
He looked down at the ball and nodded. I was probably over-explaining but I wanted to make sure we were both on the same page. “That will tell me if I need to stop and take out the gag.”
With the gag in, he couldn’t smile but I could see the laughter in his eyes. “Brat.” Time to distract my boy again.
Taking a step back from the bed, I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head. That had his humor fading quickly. Running my hands down my chest, I teased my nipples and gave a little moan, letting him know exactly how good it felt.
When his hand shifted on the bed, I shook my head. “No. You don’t get to touch.”
A low muffled groan escaped around the gag and he shifted his hips, forgetting the cage for a moment. His huff of frustration had me smiling. He was going to get a lot more frustrated before the night was over.
Sliding my hands down my torso, I teased at the button on my pants. I loved making him wait and dragging out the pleasure. My pants did nothing to hide my arousal. Opening the button and easing down the zipper, I couldn’t help but sigh. My cock had been pressing against my zipper since we’d started the drive home.
Letting them fall to the ground, I gave Bryan a wicked look as I toed off my shoes and socks, stepping out of my pants. “Hmm, that feels good. I’ve been hard the whole way back. Looking at the present, imagining what I was going to do to you was making me crazy.”
Slowly sliding my boxer briefs down, I wasn’t quite going all Magic Mike on him, but it wasn’t too far off. Another moan escaped as he watched me run my hand along my erection. It felt so good I didn’t want to stop, but coming like this wasn’t in the plans.
Releasing my cock, I started walking over to the bed. Climbing up behind him, I spread his legs wider. I wanted more room to play with him, but I also knew it would make him feel even more submissive and vulnerable. The blushing and embarrassment couldn’t hide how much he liked that sensation.
“So sexy. The only thing missing is your plug. Next time we get you all dressed up, we need to plug your special place, too.” Running my fingers up his legs as I talked had him shivering and his head flopped down on the bed.
The little sounds he was making were muted by the gag, but I could still hear them. Oh yeah, this was going to work fabulously at school. I’d be able to do all kinds of things to him without anyone hearing. By the time my hands reached his ass, his legs were quivering and he was fighting to stay still.
I wasn’t sure if something about being on display was pushing his buttons or if he’d been aroused for too long, but he was so excited. Without the cage, I knew he would have already come, humping the pillows.
Making slow, gentle circles around his tight pucker, I had to push him higher. “You were so good tonight. I was so proud of you. Do you want to know what your treat is?”
His nod was almost frantic as I let one finger graze over his hole, giving it the slightest pressure. “I’m going to give my boy kisses. You like it when Daddy gives your special place kisses, don’t you?”
Even with the gag, his moan echoed around the room. Someone was very excited to get his reward. Lying down between his legs, I gave his cheeks little kisses and nibbles, getting closer and closer to his clenched opening but never quite touching it. Saying that I was making him crazy would be an understatement.
Watching as he tried to thrust against the pillows, his soft, caged cock unable to get hard, gave me a perverse little thrill. Should I find it that hot? Bryan didn’t mind that controlling him turned me on, but sometimes it made me think. Tonight wasn’t going to be one of those times though, so I pushed the stray thoughts away and went back to playing with my baby.
“Are you ready for kisses? Do you want to feel Daddy’s mouth on your special place?” My words dripped with sex, and they seemed to send Bryan right to the edge. He pushed his ass up and tried to open his legs more. Desperate and needy, his shyness was a distant memory.
Watching him as the pleasure pushed everything else out of his head, I wanted to send him higher. When I thought he was at the end of his patience, I let my tongue flick over his tight opening. The shiver that raced through him shook the bed. Hands clenching the covers, he made the most delicious sounds.
Kissing and licking, I loved seeing his hips thrust against the pillows, trying to make his cock hard. His frustration only seemed to make his arousal stronger. His pleading whines were barely audible but I could almost feel them vibrating through his body. He was so close.
I let my tongue slide into his hole enough for him to feel the penetration. It was just enough pleasure to make him even more desperate. If it weren’t for the gag, he would have been rambling pleas and begging for more. The control was hot, but I wasn’t sure which was more erotic.
Alternating between gentle kisses around the sensitive ring of muscles and fucking his sexy pucker, I kept up the pleasure until it was almost torment. Desperation was coming off him in waves. If it weren’t for the cage, he would have already come, probably several times. He’d been so good for me. It was time to reward my good boy.
“My sexy boy’s been so good.” Letting my finger trace around his eager opening, I allowed him to think I was going to tease him more. Pressing inside, I fucked him with only the first inch of my finger, making him frantic. “I could kiss you all night, Baby. Lick you and make you feel so good.”
He moaned and the shaking got worse; I didn’t know what he was thinking, but it was time to give him some relief. At least before I started again. His body was slick enough that I wasn’t worried about hurting him as long as it was only my finger. He was far enough gone though, that even the sting of pain would have felt good.
I’d played with his body enough to know where his prostate was. Sliding my finger in deep, I nailed his prostate with a thrust, growling out one simple order. “Come.”
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. His orgasm seemed to go on forever. Gentle caresses to his sensitive spot kept it going. I knew some cum might be leaking out but I wasn’t pressing hard enough to milk his prostate completely. We weren’t done yet.