Page 106 of Weston & Cyrus
Mostly because he’d wanted to be able to fuck with me about it.
I was never going to make it through the scene without having a heart attack.
“I…I didn’t leer. I promise.” I hadn’t. “I was good.”
This good slut had kept his eyes to himself, and I was pretty sure Nico had been shocked when Cyrus told him about my muscle interest.
It wasn’t a fetish no matter what Cyrus thought, but I’d admit to them being distracting.
“That’s not going to get you out of a spanking, though.” Nico’s smirk did stupid things to me too even though he wasn’t Cyrus. “You guys go ahead. I’ll just get cleaned up. It’s been a long day.”
“Sounds good.” As Nico moved around the small locker room, Master shifted to stand in front of me, blocking my view as he frowned at me again. “Slut, are you trying to stare at him?”
Yes.
“No, Master.” If Nico was going to get cleaned up as part of the scene, then it was finally okay to look, right? “I’m going to remember to be your good boy.”
His sigh said I hadn’t gotten it right.
Before I could figure out another way to say it, he reached for my pants and released the button. “You’re not showing me good slut behavior or even good sub behavior. You’re definitely not anywhere close to being a good boy.”
Something about having an audience had hot and cold flashing through my body, and I wiggled as my dick tried to jump into his hand. Master knew right off the bat and made a tsking sound. “That little toy is desperate for attention and needs to be saved from himself.”
He pushed my pants and the tiny briefs he’d picked out for me down.
“Every time I start to second-guess my plan you just prove me right.” The disappointment in his tone had me going lightheaded, but that might’ve been because the blood in my body couldn’t decide where it was going. “Hopefully, a spanking and your hug will help.”
Hopefully?
What would he do if it wouldn’t?
“I…” I’d definitely been going to say something, but it was lost as he wrapped his hand around my cock and used it as a handle to turn me toward the bench in front of the wall of lockers. “Master…”
Wow.
I caught a glimpse of ass cheeks as I went over Master’s lap and that just killed more brain cells…and got another dramatic sound from Master. “Already leering. What did I say about that?”
To only do it to specific people so that I wouldn’t upset anyone or look creepy?
“I’m sorry.” Nothing we’d actually talked about fit in the current scene, but even if it had, I wouldn’t have remembered. “I’ll be good.”
Whatever that meant for the scene.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need logic or real thoughts from me because his hand came down on my ass. It was definitely more sound than spank, which just made it even more embarrassing and amazing. “I’m going to start keeping a tighter rein on you, slut.”
That should’ve scared me but this was Cyrus.
And he was spanking me in front of Nico.
“Stomping around like a toddler without a juice box.” He alternated spanking each cheek, the smacking sound making me whine even though it really didn’t hurt. “Pouting and trying to check out other men.”
That’d been his idea but somehow that made it even more humiliating.
“I…” I was probably going to tell him I’d be good, but he cut it off as he upped the intensity just enough to have me humping his lap. “Please…”
Spanking right over my hole as he held me tighter, he made a disappointed sound. “You’re not making a very good impression on Master Nico.”
Just the reminder of our audience had me going lightheaded and squeezing my legs together as I humped him faster. “He can’t. I’ll.”
