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“Yes, sir.”
“I see,” Monty purred, the sound rolling through his chest made his words even more alluring to Ren's ears.
“Sir... I'm going to cum,” Ren said.
“Oooh, that sounds like you're telling me and not asking my permission.”
Ren stiffened. “Can—can I cum, sir, please?” Oh god, he was so close and didn't know if he could hold back.
Monty knew it was what his boy needed. But more importantly, it was what he wanted for Ren.
“I want you to cum, Ren. Do it now,” Monty commanded, then jerked Ren and, as he did, he brought his coffee mug toward Ren's cock.
"Oh fuck!” Ren gasped, because he could only imagine the next scene and it was the kinkiest shit he'd ever experienced. He was loud, his backbowing as he jerked during his orgasm. His face was a total mask of pleasure as he gazed down at his husband, who collected every drop of his creamy spunk inside his coffee mug. Ren saw the whiteness splashing and swirling on the surface and couldn't believe he'd just nutted into a man's coffee. “Ah, shit,” he said as Monty milked the last of it from his slit, then wiped the head of his cock on the rim of his mug.
“Very good,” Money said, then released Ren's cock to pick up his spoon, to which he stirred his coffee. He looked up at Ren as he brought the mug to his lips and drank.
“Oh my god!” Ren gasped. Never in his life had anyone done anything remotely like that with him. His husband had already sent him spiraling in such a short time. That was the best orgasm he'd had to date and he couldn't wait for more. He licked his lips as he watched Monty's throat bob with each swallow of his cum-filled coffee and he took pleasure in seeing his man drink his spunk. God, he could cum again.
Monty finished his morning beverage treat, then placed his mug down. Next, he opened the box that had been sitting on the table. “This is for you.”
“What is it, sir?” Ren asked as he watched Monty pull back the cloth hiding whatever was inside.
Monty pulled the black box free from the other box, then opened it and revealed a cock cage with lock and key. “I've caught you stealing orgasms I haven't granted you. Did you think your cock still belonged to you?”
Ren's eyes widened, because he didn't know Monty knew about his jerk-off sessions. “I... I... thought—”
“No, you were mistaken. Your bodybelongs to me. You will wear this cock cage for nine days,” Monty said as he placed the contraption on Ren's cock.
“Nine days?”
“Now it's ten.”
“Fuck—no, please, don't make it eleven, sir. I didn't mean that,” Ren begged.
He's learning,Monty thought. “Because you realized your mistake, I'll only keep it on for ten days.” Monty locked it in place.
Ren's shoulders slumped a little. “How will I pee, sir?”
Monty lifted the cage so that Ren could see his cock inside of it. “As you can see, it's aligned with your cock. You won't have any problems. I had this made to your specifications.”
Ren remained silent, because what he wanted to do was complain, but that would only get him into more trouble. “Yes, sir,” he said instead offuck you.
Monty reached back into the wood box and pulled out another box, this one was longer, but just as fancy. He rose and opened the box to reveal a velvet collar with his initials dangling from it in white gold and diamonds for each period. “This marks you as mine and you are never to take it off, do you understand?”
Ren's heart skipped beats as Monty began to put the collar around his neck. He was finally being claimed officially by Master Ellis. Oh, how he wanted to go back to the Scarlet Letter and show it off to those other stupid subs. “Yes, sir,” he said with a lot of excitement.
Monty chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm, which was good. All subs should be thrilled to receive a claiming from their Doms. Once again, he checked his watch. “I've got to go.”
“Oh, sir... what about when I take showers?”
“That is the only time you're allowed to remove it. But you are to put it back on immediately after you finish drying.”
“Yes, sir.” Not a problem for Ren. He thought it was beautiful and wanted to show it off anyway. Other subs got those silly leather collars. Not him, his was expensive, proving that he was worth every penny and that his man, his Dom... his husband had taste and valued him.
Monty picked up his tablet. “When I get home, you are to be wearing only your collar and cock cage, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Ren nodded.
