Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Yes, my face could get redder.
That was good to know.
Master nodded, taking the entire insane conversation perfectly seriously. “Yes, I triple-checked the measurements, comparing his sleeping size to his awake and soft dimensions just to make sure.”
Had he really?
Would I have slept through that?
Why hadn’t it made me hard?
What else could he do with me while I was sleeping without waking me up?
“Master Jared, may I touch your slut’s penis?” Flirty submissive Derek was back as my brain frantically tried to focus back on the moment at hand. Sleep questions could definitely wait because I had a feeling those would make me hard again.
“Yes, you may. Thank you for using such wonderful manners.” Master kissed my cheek and leaned over my shoulder to smile at me. “Isn’t it nice that he has such good manners?”
That did not help my ability to focus.
“I… Yes, Master.” Brain cells kept short-circuiting as I blinked at Derek. “I…um…thank you. You’re very polite.”
“Oh, your slut is so cute.” His beaming smile effortlessly shifted to something much more wicked as he held up the naughty puzzle pieces that seemed to make up the cage. “Let’s get you all decorated.”
As my brain danced around in dirty circles, Derek gave me a hungry, very Dom expression that had my knees going weak as he sank down gracefully in front of me. Something about watching him shift between Dom and sub as he stared at my dick had my mind spinning again.
Master was amazing and seemed to know every wicked thought running around in my head because he kissed my cheek. “Naughty slut. I’m going to punish you for that thought later.”
Oh…would he spank me?
That didn’t help my knees or my cock, but luckily Master had a tight hold around my waist and around my dick.
Yes, very helpful.
He even kept me from coming as Derek fitted the cage around my cock and fastened it nice and snug. Ignoring every whine and moan that escaped me as Derek’s gentle fingers fitted the restraint around my soft cock as he smiled and hummed to himself, Master was very focused.
“Perfect.” When Derek was done, he looked up the line of my body, flicking his finger over the sensitive head of my dick. “He looks so cute, Master Jared.”
Cute because my eyes nearly rolled back in my head?
Cute because I moaned and went wobbly again?
Cute because he liked small trapped dicks?
As I chased around questions and wondered how in the world I’d ended up in that situation, Master nodded, stroking over my trapped cock like it was some kind of pet. “He really does look cute like this. It’s finally small enough for me to really enjoy showing him off.”
And we were back to wobbly legs.
Master’s fingers kept caressing the smooth plastic, like he was memorizing every inch of it as he held the surprisingly logical conversation with Derek. “I can’t decide what I’m going to like better, showing him off when it’s so cute or showing him off when it’s hard and desperate.”
As he made thoughtful sounds, still looking around me to study the cage, he sighed. “The next time we go to the club he’s going to be wearing a pair of these.”
Picking at the edge of the silky underwear Conner had given me that was around my thighs for the moment, Master caressed the flowy fabric. “He looks so cute in them with his penis poking out the bottom. We experimented with seeing how many times he could come in them before it looked like he wet his pants, but you’d be surprised at how well this fabric hid the stains.”
Master made a frustrated huff as he shook his head. “He got to a dry orgasm before there was more than a spot or two on his pants. It was surprising.”
As my dick made a valiant effort to get hard again even though it was trapped, Derek ran his hand over the soft fabric, nodding and studying it too so they were both watching me like I was some kind of fascinating new toy. “That’s amazing. I haven’t seen anything that would provide that much coverage without it being a diaper or training pants.”
Giving myself a quick reminder that Master wanted me to look like I’d wet my pants not put me in something like a diaper, I realized I must have missed a piece of the conversation because Derek was pulling up my underwear. “They look very good on him.”
As he adjusted my clothes and my caged cock, he glanced up at Master. “He looked very nice when it was half hard and just peeking out the bottom too.”
Master made a pleased, excited sound and nodded. “He really does, so it’s going to be hard to decide how to show him off. Oh, speaking of showing him off. Did you find anything to help me keep his cock hard and displayed properly when it’s poking out his zipper? It’s my favorite way of keeping him displayed at home but he’s easily distracted.”