Page 22 of Weston & Cyrus
He’d made it sound like he’d struggled finding guys who would give him the right amount of humiliation without thinking he was insane, but I wasn’t sure how that could be possible when it was so much fun.
Even the way he whimpered and blushed was great.
“I’ll show you my other toys when we get inside, Sir.” That got another shiver from him and I knew I’d hit the humiliation nail on the sexual head again.
But…
“Do you want to show me your sticky toy too?” I kept my confused kindergarten teacher frown and it got another needy sound from him. “Is that what you’re embarrassed to tell me?”
Framing it that way had his hand moving to his dick again, so I made a tsking sound and shook my head. “No, slut. That’s naughty and not yours to play with right now. Who should that toy belong to?”
It would technically be rushing what Conner would probably think was a good idea, but I was mostly focused on making Weston happy and he hadn’t been happy when we’d been too vanilla. So we were going to try it this way so I could show him that I could make him happy.
“You. I. It.” Swallowing hard, he took a breath and gave me a needy, hopeful look.
One that I was happy to dash with a shake of my head. “No, try again. We’re going to be practicing this until you get it right the first time, every time.”
And it was fun, so it wouldn’t get old.
Weston’s whimper said he’d agree with me if he could think. He couldn’t, but he could obey and get more turned on, which was fine with me. “The…the toy belongs to you.” That got another shiver from him but he licked his lips and worked hard to keep pushing through. “What…what does that mean?”
He must’ve really wanted it for him to work so hard to ask. “For tonight it’s going to mean that you don’t get to touch any ofthe toys between your legs in any way. They belong to me and I will decide when you get to touch them and how you’re touched in general.”
I paused long enough for that to start to sink in and to let his dumbfounded expression fade slightly before continuing. “If you touch them when you’re not supposed to, they’re going to get a smack. Do you understand what happens to a naughty boy who plays with toys that don’t belong to him?”
Yep, the cutesy teacher voice did wicked things to my adorable slut.
Maybe he’d found Doms that went too far in the mean direction for him to connect with? Weston was feisty when he was frustrated…as Conner had already found out earlier. He wouldn’t have liked it if he’d felt like they were actually being a dick to him.
We didn’t have that problem, though. He whimpered and wiggled in his seat, hands squeezing his thighs as he fought the urge to grab himself. It wasn’t until the desire faded to a slightly more manageable level that he realized he needed to respond, though. “I…”
Blinking, he took a breath as he shivered and tried again. “Naughty boys who…naughty boys who play with toys that don’t belong to them get punished.”
“Good boy. I know that was hard, but one more thing. How do they get punished? Use the right words. I know you can do it.” Because he liked being turned on and he was thoroughly enjoying the game.
I was the best Dom ever.
I knew it by the way he whined again and his entire body clenched as he fought to be a good boy. “Naughty boys get their toys smacked, Sir. I…I’ll be a good boy.”
We’d see if that would be possible, but for the time being, I gave him a big smile. “I know you’re going to try, but if you’re naughty, I’ll make sure to help you remember to be my good boy.”
Hmm.
Another shiver.
I was going to have to back off the fun if I wanted him to be able to walk in without someone calling the cops on us. He looked a bit too out of it and he wouldn’t actually want that much attention on us.
“But I know you’re going to behave, so if you walk like a grown-up and show me how boring you can pretend to be, I’ll give you a nice reward when we get inside.” I simply had to figure out what he’d want that to be.
We’d teased around a few things but his reactions weren’t always easy to read. He reacted to a lot of stuff and I wasn’t sure I could rate any of them on a list of most fun to maybe.
Oh.
“Would my slut like to pick out his reward? I bet you want something naughty.” Ha. That was amazing. He blushed three shades of red and had to go back to squeezing his thighs. “Yes, I knew my slut had something he wanted. Okay, can you be boring for me? It’s going to be a fun game as long as you can be convincing.”
The whole thing was fun, so I wasn’t surprised when he nodded and swallowed again. “Yes, Sir. I. I can be boring. I’ll be. I’ll be good enough to get my reward.”
It took him a while to get the full thought out, but he sounded mostly functional by the end, so I nodded. “Okay, show me so you can get your reward.”
