Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Because his jock seemed to have disappeared.
Ender was trying to hide his laughter but his whole body shook as he clamped his lips together. So I had to tease him a bit more. “He’s going to pull a muscle with all that bouncing and you know which one I mean.”
That pup was going to hurt himself if he kept bounding around with his dick waving in the wind. They just weren’t meant to do that without getting injured.
“You’re not supposed to notice that.” Ender wasn’t doing very well at keeping his laughter in check, but he was still trying.
“Bullshit. His dick is waving around.” There was no way to ignore it. “You can’t tell me that if you were in that pup’s position that you wouldn’t expect everyone to be admiring your dick? It’s saying hello to everyone he meets.”
“I wouldn’t do that in public.” Ender looked scandalized but so far hadn’t realized he’d talked about being one of the pups.
“You were a naked art model. You don’t mind being naked in public.” I’d always wondered if it would be erotic for him under different circumstances. “This is just another form of art. But an enthusiastic one.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he wanted to roll his eyes or die of embarrassment at the path the conversation had taken. “It’s not the same thing.”
“Yes, it is.” I shrugged as he shook his head, just being stubborn. “The only difference is it’s cameras instead of pencils and brushes…and that you’d probably get hard with this audience.”
And the blush was back.
His head crashed into me as he buried his face against my shoulder. “Don’t say that.”
I wasn’t sure that was a true no.
“Red is the only thing that will stop my teasing…and judging by how still you just went, you understand the concept of a safeword.” Yep, research was very important and could help in any number of different ways.
I waited for a few seconds but Ender simply groaned again.
Not a safeword.
“Leif, no.” His whine felt more like he was testing the system rather than an actual order for me to stop.
“So I shouldn’t say that I think you’ve been imagining being one of the pups in the shoot and having your erection waving around every time you wagged your tail?” Ender’s adorably dramatic sigh answered my question for me. “Well, if you don’t want to hear my opinions on it then you need to say red.”
Just to make sure he really did understand the concept of a safeword.
“It seems like I’ve been voted to be the Handler in this exploration, so that makes me your Dom.” Kind of. I wasn’t sure I was dominant enough to be given that label, but I seemed to be the only one to see it that way. “And just in case you didn’t realize it, part of my enjoyment is going to be making you squirm.”
No point in hiding that, I liked it when he got wiggly and embarrassed, I’d just never had the chance to see it through to this point.
He’d always just been Ender before…but this was a new side of our relationship.
“Also, don’t forget, I’m very focused when I have a job to do.” His groan said he’d just remembered that.
It was definitely a fatal flaw in his plan for including me in this new project, but he had a safeword, so I wasn’t worried.
I was confused…but not worried.
“Right now, my brain is fixated on how you’d react as a pup in that situation.” At the current moment, several of them were chasing after a ball and it looked like chaos. “Both tails wagging as everyone watched you, but you’re still running around and playing. Personally, I think it would be frustrating, but I’m not the pup, so I’m not sure my opinion on that really matters.”
“I…” Ender swallowed, completely focused on the pups. “I think your opinion matters a lot.”
I wasn’t sure how much to read into that statement, so I tried to do my best. “Well, my opinion might matter on what kind of games we’d play and how I’d take care of you.”
What else was involved in being a pup?
“But things like how you sink into your headspace and what is frustrating versus enjoyable isn’t something you can change very easily.” Or at all? “Then there’s the fun playtime versus you need to be punished, and that would affect the situation too.”
Ender went still again and I could almost hear him swallow. “Punished?”
What exactly was his question?
“Yes, correcting negative behavior or asserting my dominance when that’s been questioned.” Right? “If…hmm…let’s say the excitable puppy down there had been naughty and orgasmed when he shouldn’t have.”
Ender couldn’t seem to decide if he was going to die of embarrassment or giggle, so I just let him squirm and try to figure that out as I went on with my example. “His Handler might decide to use the…the interior tail and the running as a way to remind him that his orgasms don’t belong to him. Who knows, we can’t see well enough to know what’s on his penis. He might have on a cock ring.”