Page 85 of Weston & Cyrus
“I’m your good slut, Master.” Eager too, because he was shaking and his eyes were a little too wide. I’d definitely lost most of him to his needy submissive headspace and the real world was slipping far behind.
However, there was still enough reality left for him to look adorably ashamed and needy as he fought to be a good boy. “I…I want to get my spanking and play cowboy…play cowboy with your tight toy.”
He was so turned on his cock started to throb, which earned him a viselike grip as a human cock ring wrapped around the base of his dick. He was going to need to be very grateful I was very fast. “Were you trying to be naughty?”
Yes.
Very much yes.
But as he wobbled and sucked in air, he shook his head and did an adorable impression of a goldfish. It took longer than he seemed to realize to come back from the edge, but I wasn’t terribly helpful.
“This is why you need your hug on, slut.” Making a tsking sound and putting a bit of cuteness into my voice, I gave hima disappointed look. “Home time is hug time from now on. But don’t worry, I’ll get one for here too.”
It was going to be fun.
“I.” He blinked. “You.”
Nothing.
Without more to go on, I smiled at him and kept fucking with him. “I’ll keep it by the door for you, and when you come over, you’ll get prettied up like a good slut craves. Naked, hugged, and plugged.”
I was pretty sure it was the bright smile that really fucked with him the most…and probably how obviously excited I was for it.
“That’s…” He was probably going to say something like evil or fucked up, but after a few seconds, he whined out a smarter response. “Thank you for helping me.”
Giving his nose a tiny kiss got another whimpery sound from him. “You’re welcome. Why are you being sweet and thanking me, though? Can you give me a response using good manners?”
Probably not without losing a few more brain cells, but he had me, so he didn’t need them.
There was a slightly desperate edge to his sexy whine, but he nodded and the goldfish face stopped as he clamped his lips together. It was clearly taking a lot of work to get his thoughts together, so I was patient and didn’t let him come.
Or play with his cock.
I was a good cock ring and kept him from orgasming and made sure he remembered to be embarrassed.
A few deep breaths and whines later, he made it work and made me proud. “Good boys thank their Masters when…when their Masters hold their toys tight and keep their boys from being naughty.”
The wobbles were back but he stayed upright and mostly aware of his surroundings as he continued to earn his reward. “Sluts…sluts need help being good and you were nice, so I didn’t get punished for…for being naughty.”
He was the cutest sub ever.
“Good boy. I’m so proud of you.” Cheek kisses and the excited tone had his dick trying to get attention, so I had to chuckle and look down at it. “Oh dear. Still a cute slut.”
Oops.
That had him trying to orgasm again and his legs went just a bit too wobbly.
An arm around his waist and a firm grip kept him upright, but I made another tsking sound and frowned at him. “Hugs at both houses.”
Somehow that didn’t help the situation, but I was just being honest and direct with him, so he couldn’t complain about that. “I’ll be more prepared for our next sleepover.”
Oh, that got a fun response too.
“Do cute sluts like sleepovers?” The level of blushing and squirming that got was out of proportion to how much I’d thought it’d embarrass him, so I knew I’d hit on something I needed to poke at.
Getting him up on the bed where he couldn’t fall took precedence, though. “On the bed so we can start our sleepover fun.”
Best kink ever.
