Page 51 of Need Him
Gareth knew what “they” he was talking about. The younger-aged crowd—who were no doubt the ones organising this comedy club night—thought they ruled the roost, but they had yet to learn what the wisdom of age taught them. To be themselves and not force their actual personality into a fake one to please others. Every company had a group like them, and woah betide anyone who stood in their way. Gareth didn’t give a damn, though, but he understood the warning.
“Thanks for the heads up.” He stood. “Break time is over. Enjoy your food.”
“I plan to. Make sure no one breaks anything until I get back.”
Gareth laughed. “I’ll try.”
He wandered through the corridors until he arrived back on the shop floor, passing several staff members and giving them his normal smile of acknowledgement. He spent the rest of his shift in a waking dream of how he would punish his boy when he got home that morning.
Turns out, he had plenty of ideas, but one stood out as being the best choice for this scenario.
The moment he arrived home, he let himself in quietly, not wanting to wake Ben if he had slept in. There was no sign of him downstairs. Gareth climbed the stairs and aimed for his bedroom, silently opening the door to see Ben sitting on the bed with his legs crossed under the sheets and his hands clenched in his lap. His gaze snapped to the door when Gareth entered.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Gareth said.
“Morning, Daddy.” Ben’s voice was quiet.
Gareth drifted to the bed and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Ben’s upturned lips. “Thank you for changing the sheets.”
Ben’s cheeks flushed, and his lip disappeared until Gareth pressed on it with his thumb to release it.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
Gareth raised his eyebrows. “But are you? Can you tell me it wouldn’t happen again?”
Ben opened his mouth but paused when Gareth raised his eyebrows. He closed his mouth so fast his teeth clacked together. “I don’t know.”
“Good answer.”
Gareth rose and headed for the chest of drawers, the bottom of which held a variety of toys. He opened the drawer and looked over the contents, finally finding what he was looking for. Lifting it from the drawer, he held it in his grip and faced Ben.
“As far as punishments go, we’ve tried spanking, but you enjoyed that far too much for it to be an unpleasant reminder.” He smirked. “I’ve tried orgasm denial—granted, only once—but it was an epic fail, as I’m sure my dirty bed sheets can attest.” Ben dropped his gaze for a brief second. “We’re now going to try something new. Lay down on your back and remove the sheet.”
Gareth stepped closer as Ben hesitantly did as he’d asked. When he was beside him, he asked, “What did you do wrong, Ben?”
Ben’s Adam’s apple dropped and rose. “I touched what was yours.”
“Correct. What else?”
Ben’s forehead creased, and Gareth could see him thinking what else he’d done wrong. That, if anything, proved that Ben had only disobeyed this one order.
“I don’t know.”
“You disobeyed. After I repeatedly told you not to, you still made yourself come.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, you don’t get to come until I say, and you also won’t be able to make yourself come.”
Ben’s eyes widened when he saw what Gareth held up. Ben shook his head. “No, Daddy.”
“Yes. Naughty boys get the cock cage, Ben. If I can’t trust you to keep your dick under control, I will control it for you.”
Gareth waited. He needed to make sure they were both on the same page and that Ben agreed to this. He knew what he had to say to make it stop, but Gareth didn’t think he would. By the look of his cock straining towards his stomach, he liked the idea, but there would be no cage when he was hard.
He left the cage on the bed and beckoned Ben with his forefinger. “Come with me.” He headed for the bathroom and switched on the shower. “Jump in and clean up. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Gareth entered the bedroom and grabbed the cage, putting it in his pocket, out of sight. There was only one surefire way—as far as Gareth was concerned—to quickly and efficiently cool an erection, and Ben wouldn’t like it.
