Epilogue
“Make me.”
Benji stares at me defiantly, his arms folded across his chest and a pile of clean laundry at his feet. The basket, fresh from the laundry, lies upended on the middle of the bedroom floor.
My cock twitches and I remind myself that we can’t jump straight into bed. Benji’s been feeling a bit stressed out from work, so we talked about having some extended Middle time and bratting today.
But damn if his pout and his sass don’t already have me at half-mast.
We’ve been dating for almost six months now, and even if it hasn’t been completely smooth sailing, I can definitely say that this has been the best relationship I’ve ever been in.
The second things start to get a bit rocky, we talk about it.
Yes, sometimes we annoy the shit out of each other, but that’s just part of life.
At the end of the day, we love each other and I’m at the point where I’m finding it more and more difficult to live separately.
Which is part of what has influenced today’s chosen scenes.
We’ve basically been alternating between staying at each other’s homes, barely spending time apart aside from work, so things have gotten pretty domestic.
So, with Benji feeling like he needed to regress a bit, I asked him to put away the laundry as a “chore”, knowing that it would be an opportunity for him to release his bratty side safely.
He hasn’t disappointed. I gave him a ten-minute head-start before I came looking to check on his progress, only to find the clean washing tossed onto the carpet in front of the closet. I asked him to tidy up the mess and finish the chore he was supposed to be doing and ‘make me’ was his response.
Bingo.
“I’m giving you one more chance to do what you were asked to do, Benjamin. After that, you’re going to wind up warming my cock and wearing a cage.”
This is apparently one of Emmet’s favourite funishments for his bratty boy.
Emmet is one of Chance’s friends, and also one of the counselors at Charlie’s Little Community Center.
I’ve gotten to know him and his co-Daddy boyfriend, Max, and their boy, Josh, fairly well over the past few months, ever since Chance introduced me to his social circle.
When conversation turned to fun new punishment ideas for brats a little while ago and Emmet shared his go-to, I knew I had to incorporate it into my playtime with Benji.
Especially with a little watersports and bladder control play thrown in.
When I brought it up with Benji, he was just as excited to try it out.
Of course, Little Benji doesn’t seem as thrilled now that the punishment is hovering on the horizon of his reality.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he huffs, jutting his chin.
I arch an eyebrow. “Do you really want to push it, sweetheart?”
We both know he does.
We both want him to.
So that’s exactly what happens.
With his bare foot, complete with pink painted toenails, he kicks at the pile of laundry, keeping his eyes trained on mine the whole time. “Whoops,” he says drily as a pair of shorts sails through the air and lands on the edge of the bed.
“Okay. You were warned, baby. Remember that.” I grasp his wrist and lead him out of the bedroom and through the apartment, into the living room where the coffee table already proudly displays lube, condoms, and a cock cage.
Benji’s steps falter, forcing me to give him a short tug.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart. I warned you, didn’t I?”
“I don’t wanna,” he complains, but angles his hips to let me undo his pants. “I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
“Too late for that,” I chuckle, applying lube to the inside of the cage and the base ring.
“So now you’re going to wear this and sit on my cock while I answer some emails on my phone.
And no squirming.” The additional instruction will be close to torturous for him, especially if his bladder is as full as I think it is.
I’ve been plying him with water and juice all morning, and he has not asked to go potty, per our pre-negotiations.
His Adam’s apple bobs, but he nods. Still, he’s not giving up the bratting that easily. “Fine,” he sasses back, then flicks his gaze to the couch, frowning. “What’s with the blanket?”
Unable to help my grin, I explain, “It’s a special blanket. It will stay dry even if you have an accident.”
My couch is leather and easy to wipe clean, but I don’t like the feel of it under my bare ass.
Finding these watersports-friendly blankets, which are lush and soft but also magically waterproof, was like hitting the jackpot.
Now I can sit comfortably while still knowing that clean-up will be nice and easy.
Benji’s cheeks turn pink and his cock attempts to plump up, which is not ideal for putting the cage on.
“Nope. You’re not allowed to come, Benjamin. You’ve been naughty.”
He shrugs and gestures helplessly down at his dick. “He does what he wants.”
“Which is why he’s being put in a cage,” I answer nonchalantly, “and we both know that will be easier if you’re soft. So stop thinking sexy thoughts.”
“It’s not that easy,” he whines.
“I know. But the longer you take to comply, the longer the punishment will last.”
Eyes widening with horror, he gasps, “That’s not fair!”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you refused to do your chores.”
Folding his arms again, he sneers, “You’re a mean Daddy.”
“That’s another five minutes warming my cock, baby.”
Huffing, he rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”
God, I love my little brat.
Eventually, he softens enough for me to put the cage on him, and then he barely contains his complaints as I stretch him open, preparing him to take my dick.
I deliberately prod at his prostate, knowing that the sensation of that —plus the pressure it adds to his bladder— will be mildly torturous for him.
Sure enough, there’s a dribble of pee evident on the tip of his dick when I turn him around to confirm his traffic light color.
His cheeks are already bright pink.
We both know how this scene is going to end.
I am rock hard thinking about it.
Nevertheless, Benji confirms “Green” in a sulky tone, and then I spin him back around to face the blank black screen of the television.
Because this is a punishment, he’s not getting any kind of distraction from the sensations building inside him today. No cartoons, no trashy reality tv, no music — nothing. He’s not even allowed to talk to me, because I will be “working”.
“No interrupting Daddy, remember?” I add, just to compound on the torture.
“Yes,” he mutters.
“Yes what, Benjamin?”
“Yes, Daddy.“ The title is practically spat at me.
It’s hard to keep a straight face, especially when I know that he knows how much I love his feisty side.
I smack his butt just enough to create a light sting, but not enough to actually hurt.
Neither of us get off on pain. He whines wordlessly, then gasps as I tug him down onto my lap, spreading his legs wide as I slowly push into him.
Because I’m particularly excited to get to the watersports, I splay a hand over his lower belly and put pressure on his bladder from there as well.
“D-Daddy…” he whimpers, his entire body locking up with tension.
“Shhhh, sweetheart. You need to relax to take my cock in.”
“B-but—“
“No buts. This is your punishment.”
“But I gotta—“
“Nope. No more talking,” I demand, struggling to keep my tone steady. The feel of him around my cock is like sinking into heaven and knowing that it’s only a matter of time before he loses control of his bladder has me desperate to come already. “Daddy has to work now.”
“Fuck.”
“Benjamin,” this time my voice is strained as I bottom out, and I close my eyes tightly to get my shit together, “final warning.”
He goes silent, but his breathing is heavy.
It’s a glorious torture all on its own to be nestled inside his perfect little ass and unable to move.
I try to concentrate on reading the work emails on my phone, but the words don’t compute.
I re-read the first sentence of the second email six times before I give up and switch to playing a mindless game, if only to stop myself from thrusting up and— “Nnnngh.
“ The groan slips from my lips as Benji’s ass clenches around me.
I give the top of one pert cheek a gentle slap. “None of that. Relax.”
He lets out a distressed-sounding whine as he forces himself to unclench, and I feel a couple of drops of liquid hit the inside of my thighs. I pretend not to notice, but my dick twitches with interest.
“Ohhhh,“ Benji squirms, and I swat at his ass again.
“What was the rule, Benjamin?”
“N-no squirming,” he sounds so close to wrecked.
“Good. Stay still and stop interrupting my work, baby. That’s the punishment.”
His heavy breathing is now almost labored panting. His chest rocks back and forward minutely; a severely muted potty dance.
“Benjamin.”
He whines.
My cock loves the sound. But I have a role to play. I sigh, as if I’m being completely put-out. “Is there a problem?”
For half a second, I think he might confess how desperately he needs the potty, but I can feel his stubbornness clinging to the air around us. “No, Daddy.”
Another couple of droplets on my thigh reveal that that is a lie.
I still don’t say anything.
“Good,” I tell him. “Because you’re learning to be good for Daddy, aren’t you? You’re not going to do anything to interrupt again, right?”
Benji’s swallow is audible. Even that goes directly to my desperate dick.
He whimpers again.
“Right?” I push for an answer, setting down my phone on the arm of the couch so I can reach around and pull his thighs apart a little more.
His voice wobbles as he tries to defiantly respond, “Y-yes, Daddy.”
His shoulders are tense, but he is somehow managing to keep the rest of his body from clenching up in a bid to hold back the inevitable. I pick my phone back up and thumb at the screen one-handed, bringing my other hand up to idly stroke the back of his neck and his shoulders.
He relaxes.