Chapter 23
Casimir
Slipping out of him as he flew, I curled around Atlee so I’d be the first thing he saw when he came back down to earth. His pink ass and cum-slicked hole were beautiful, but it was the utter peace in him that drew me closer with every breath.
My boy threw himself into everything he did, but it seemed like he’d been desperate for relief this time because he was so deep I wasn’t sure he knew where reality was. That might’ve been because he knew I’d keep him safe, but I also knew the feeling of being claimed and owned had gone into it.
He needed me to tether him down to earth because everyone else in life had left him to handle it on his own. Sure, he’d done an incredible job, but it’d come at an exhausting price and every fucking confrontation with those idiots made it worse.
I should’ve known how stressful it was for him, but he was incredibly good at downplaying everything he was feeling.
Mostly because he’d gotten a lot of practice.
Going forward I’d know to watch him closer, but he’d let me in completely tonight, so I might not have to push as hard to figure out where his line in the sand was.
Because we’d barreled headfirst past it and I wasn’t going to let it get that far again.
He’d just looked so centered until he’d fallen apart in my arms. Oh, he’d been nervous about the idea of going to BJ’s and talking about defining our relationship, but those weren’t the same kind of stress. His family was a-whole-nother box of crazy that he’d been fighting too long.
Well, now he didn’t have to do it on his own any longer.
He had a Master to fight alongside him—and for him—if it came down to it. I just had to decide if we were at that point yet. We’d get there because I had no doubt his family would keep going for fuck only knew what reason.
They’d gone right over the deep end on crazy, so they wouldn’t be able to help themselves.
But we’d come back to that after a long night of pleasure, control, and submission. Then once he was feeling centered and ready for the real world, I’d lead the way. He wasn’t ready for that yet and I knew I was correct as he finally started to surface.
There was something foggy and relaxed in his gaze as he peeked his eyes open. “Master.”
“That’s right, baby.” Giving him a soft peck, I stretched out over him and pressed him down into the bed.
When he let out a sigh and his lids drooped, I knew I’d made the right call and rocked my cock against his ass.
“How does your cage feel and how does your ass feel? I need to know how I can play with my toy.”
Something had a shiver racing through him, but his quiet moan was my favorite. Kissing his neck seemed to keep the pleasure in him going, but he didn’t lose track of the question. “I’m green…achy but…but…it’s…I’m green.”
Well, that was a start.
“I’m glad you like being achy and well-used.
” It was too soon to fuck him again for a variety of reasons, but I ground my half-hard cock against him and moaned.
“I’m going to make sure my sexy toy is clean and lubed before we go to bed, though.
I want you ready for me in the middle of the night just in case. ”
Oh, that needy whine was perfection.
It was filled with a beautiful mix of desire and embarrassment, which I didn’t think he understood. Being used was definitely a kink for him, but he also got some kind of spice from the humiliation that came with it.
“Will…will you let me come…when you use me later?” The quiet question said a lot even though he was probably pretending it was subtle.
“No.” The simple answer got a sexy whimper that went right to my cock. “But if you’re my good boy, I’ll fuck you again in the morning before I take it off…and that time I’ll let you come.”
His quick inhale said something hit him squarely in his submission, so I kept going with it and rolled off him. “Turn over for me. You’re too tempting like this and I want to check on your cage.”
Oh, that was fun.
He went nearly purple as he closed his eyes, but he obeyed too quickly for the reaction to be bad. “You’re…you’re going to leave me caged?”
It sounded like a question but I was pretty sure he remembered the answer already. “Yes, baby. You’re going to spend a lot of time caged going forward.”
His shiver told me more than his nearly inaudible whine did, so I traced one finger over the end of his cock where it was pressed against the opening. “Look at this. You’re slick. Did your cum drip out or are you covered in mine?”
Atlee went back to his sexy purple color and let out an embarrassed noise, but he wasn’t going to let a little thing like breathless humiliation stop him from being my good boy. He started with a nod, but after a few tries, he actually got words out. “Yes…it…it dripped out, Master.”
That would’ve felt crazy, but he seemed to like the new sensation.
“I’m glad. Your orgasm made me feel so good, but some locked boys don’t actually get wet orgasms when they’re in their cages.” Keeping my tone cheerful and cute, I rubbed his cum over his slit. It had to be almost too much sensation but the sounds he made said he was sinking deeper again.
My needy boy was more of a pain slut that he seemed to realize.
“You need to let me know when you get your drips after I use you, though.” Kissing his cheek was the icing on the cake and seemed to be what had him rocking his hips up to silently beg for more attention.
So I gave him what he was asking for and tapped the end. “No humping.”
Atlee sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes tighter like he was trying to keep them from rolling round like dice. After a few moments, he came back down to earth and peeked up at me. “You…it…that…”
It was almost a question but I knew what he wanted, so I nodded. “That’s right. I patted your cage to help you be my good boy.”
Atlee blinked up at me like I wasn’t speaking English, and whatever was going on inside of him, his submission wrapped tighter around him. “Masters…they…Masters do that.”
“Correct.” Did he understand what he craved or was it tucked away in a separate part of him? “Sometimes caged boys need help remembering the rules and their manners. You were trying to hump and demand attention to your penis. That’s not something we’re going to do.”
Pleasure or maybe submission rolled through him again, giving him a soft, sweet look. “No humping…I’ll…I’ll remember that.”
Kissing his cheek again, I smiled. “And when your naughty penis tries to make you misbehave, I’ll give him a tap and help.”
“Help…you’ll…you’ll help.” Atlee was barely hanging on to reality as he stared down at the cage. “You’ll help before I’m naughty?”
Oh yes.
“Of course, baby.” Rubbing my hand over his cage, I made a pleased sigh that got another whine out of him. “I’ll make sure you’re my good boy, so I’ll…”
Pretending to think about it, I perked up after a few seconds. “You’ll ask for taps about once an hour. That way we won’t forget and you’ll get the help you need.”
He was so gone he didn’t blush, but his mouth fell open, which might’ve been a better reaction.
When that was all I got, I wiggled the cage and gave him the most innocent smile I could muster. “You give me the best ideas but taps will have to wait because I have a dirty boy who needs getting clean.”
Blinks.
All he did was blink.
This was fun.
If his brain didn’t work, he couldn’t worry, so I gave him another kiss. “We’re going to get a shower, then I’m going to get you a drink of water unless you need it right now.”
Atlee generally wanted to be clean once he got to this point, so it usually rated higher than hydrating.
He nodded.
Bingo.
He was processing.
“Off the bed, baby. We’re going to get a shower.” Shower. Hydrate. Dessert off his chest, possibly. “We’ve got time for a bit more fun after that but then I’m going to snuggle you like a big ol’ body pillow while we go to bed.”
Snuggling was the best.
A tiny smile peeked out as he sat up and climbed off the bed, but he was still wonderfully wrapped in subspace. “I’m…I’m going to be your pillow?”
“You’re going to be a lot of things for me, baby.” That got a cute blush, making me wonder what’d crossed his mind. “But in this case, yes. You’re going to be a wonderful pillow, all naked and perfect to wiggle against.”
That seemed to get a reaction because his body stiffened for a moment before his hips shifted.
His cage had gotten tighter. My boy liked something about that plan.
“All you have to do is let me snuggle you as we go to bed. If I wake you up with my cock in you in the middle of the night, all you need to do is spread your legs for me and relax your hole.”
Okay, maybe I should wait to drive him crazy until he wasn’t walking.
He caught himself on the frame of the doorway into the bathroom, but his legs had gone adorably wobbly very quickly. Glancing over at me, words escaped before he seemed to process what he was saying. “You’ll really use me like that?”
The awed hope in his voice said it was a fantasy he loved even if he hadn’t thought it was possible.
“Yes, baby.” Kissing his cheek, I patted his ass to help him remember how he’d just been used. “At some point I’m going to roll over and slide my cock into you. But I know you’re going to be a good boy and give yourself to me.”
He blinked a few times before he managed to straighten. “Yes because…because I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” Brushing my lips against his, I softly stroked the front of his cage just hard enough to remind him it was there. “You belong to me. That means your body. Your submission. Your emotions. They’re all mine.”
When he blinked that time, I could see hesitation flashing in his eyes before it was gone just as quickly.
All I could do was to keep showing up for him and using him as thoroughly as possible, so I made sure the only thing he could see in my eyes was ownership.
“And right now that means I want to see a clean, caged boy who’s ready to be used when we go to bed. ”
Using the cage like a handle, I led him into the bathroom and over to the shower. “I think I’m going to have us fall asleep with you as my cock warmer while we watch a movie. Something relaxing that I’ve watched before, maybe.”
Making a thinking sound, I released his cage and moved around the bathroom to get him a towel and a toothbrush. “I’m going to have to do some research about how to safely keep you plugged overnight. That’ll be the easiest way to keep my cum inside you and keep you from being a dirty boy.”
That should’ve gotten a sound from him but I glanced over to see him pressing his lips together. One raised eyebrow was all it took to have him looking embarrassed as his gaze dropped. “Oh, are you allowed to hide your sounds from me?”
His shiver said there was a lot running through his sexy mind, but he stayed mostly silent as he shook his head and mumbled softly. “No, I’m sorry.”
Hmm.
Slowly walking over to him, I channeled a badass professor from college. “What do you need to do to help fix this situation, baby?”
His whine that time went right to my dick but I managed not to moan as I waited. It took him a few swallows and several long moments, but eventually he whined out the correct response. “Please help me, Master. Will…will you tap me?”
“That’s close.” Kissing his cheek seemed to make the erotic humiliation even better for him because his whine that time was because the cage was back to being incredibly tight as his body reacted. “Try again. Show me what a good boy I have.”
Running one hand up his chest, I traced one finger around his neck. “Show me what a sweet, soon-to-be collared boy I’ve got.”
Fucking with him about that would’ve been evil, but I wasn’t lying or trying to get a reaction.
They just weren’t arriving for another day because I hadn’t thought I’d need to spend the insane money on overnight shipping.
Clearly I was wrong and had underestimated how quickly his family would escalate shit.
Atlee’s gaze locked on mine as he sucked in a breath. I could see his questions, so I wrapped my hand lightly around his throat. “One for home that’ll show you off beautifully and one for public that will be just for you to see.”
And I was having a watch made for his birthday that would make him feel even more owned.
It wasn’t ready quite yet, but between the GPS tracking, the health monitoring, and constant updates it would send me, he was going to feel damned near stalked.
He swallowed back a whimper before taking a deep breath and nodding. “You…you need to mark what you own.”
“Good boy.” Releasing his neck, I stroked over his chest and down to his cage again to give it a light tug. “This is a start, though.”
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as submission seemed to wash over him. So I took the moment to push him deeper. “Ask me again, baby. Show me what a good boy you are.”
It took him a few seconds to come back to reality enough to obey me, but having to ask fried a few more brain cells he probably didn’t need anyway. “Please, tap my cage, Master. Help…help me remember to be your good boy.”
“Oh, that was so sweet.” Giving him a smile, I kissed his cheek right before tapping the head of his cock. It was just hard enough to have pain and pleasure flashing through him, but my pleasure and arousal seemed to be what made it even more insane for him.
Atlee tensed and his head dropped back as the sensations flooded through him but as soon as it eased, he wrapped himself around me as my pleased moan faded. “Master.”
“My sweet boy.” Hugging him tight, I kissed the side of his head. “That was perfect. I’m so proud of how well you behaved and I love how needy and submissive that made you.”
Running my hand down his back, I squeezed one cheek and rocked myself against him to make sure he could feel how much I loved it. “I’m going to have to think about which I like best…spanking you or giving your cage taps.”
His hold tightened as he shivered, but it was his low, needy whimper that gave me a peek into his sexy desires.
I gave him a spank that was just firm enough to push the memories of his spanking fresh into his head and kissed him again.
“Who knows, I might like spanking your free cock even better. We’ll just have to see, baby. ”
Okay, the way his legs kept going wobbly might’ve been even better than his beautiful sounds…but we’d have to do a few experiments to see which I liked best.
Oh well, a Master’s job was never done.