Noah caught me looking. He peered down at himself and back at me. “I always get horny out there. Something about the—” He licked his lips, which were dry and looked sore from the stretch of the bridle. “—submission and objectification. I guess.”
I nodded, carefully unfastening the wet cage and pulling it off.
Noah hissed and closed his eyes as his cock filled with blood and lifted from his thighs. “Oh God,” Noah moaned. “Feels so good to have the cage off…”
I nodded. “Looks pretty fucking good too. Do you want me to jerk you off right now? Or wait until later when I can take care of you better?”
“I can wait,” Noah said breathlessly. “Waiting will be torture. But I like torture.”
“Kinky boy,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “Beautiful kinky boy.”
“God, you’re…”
“Hmm?” I said, turning the hose on and making sure the water was warm enough.
“I really like you, Jensen,” Noah murmured. “Please don’t go anywhere. At least until my six weeks is up.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Chapter Seventeen
The barbecue at the main house was a cheerful event after such a successful show. The performing ponyboys became the subjects of much praise, admiration, and envy.
But there would be another show on Sunday afternoon featuring Trey, Callum, and Ben. Ben would perform twice since he’d been needed to fill in for Luke. Part of Luke’s punishment was not being allowed to perform, and it was hitting him hard.
“It’s killing me not having a chance to be out there,” Luke admitted to me. “I may be a bit of a show-off.”
“No kidding?” I laughed. “I’d have never guessed.”
“Asshole,” he said, but pulled me close and ruffled my hair. He was really trying to be nice to me, I could tell. I appreciated the effort. Now he’d confessed his true feelings, I didn’t mind his habitual attitude of barely restrained disdain. Because I enjoyed being his whipping boy, more than I wanted to admit.
He was right. I was as kinky as the rest of them.
I overheard Noah discussed frequently. Generally excellent in the ring, he’d been particularly impressive in the show today. I hadn’t been the only one to notice.
Adam made a point to congratulate Noah in front of Luke.
“Noah, I’m glad you were able to rise above the emotional toll last night’s and this morning’s events must have taken on you.”
“Thanks,” Noah said, glancing at me and Luke. “Performing was just what I needed.”
Adam grinned and nodded. “Kind of like saying ‘Fuck you, guys, I’m fabulous. So, stop jerking me around and bow down at my feet’?”
Noah blushed. “Kind of.”
“There will be some kneeling at Noah’s feet. Don’t you worry, Adam,” Luke said, grinning lasciviously.
Adam laughed. “I’m sure. Because kneeling is probably much more comfortable than sitting on a paddled ass right now, right Luke?”
Luke took an aggressive bite of his burger and spoke with his mouth full. “Fuck you, Adam. You knew Kamal was gonna take this punishment and run, didn’t you?”
Adam placed his hands on the table, leaned down and stared Luke in the eyes. “I told Kamal to make you very, very uncomfortable. If that involves a paddle to the ass and a metal cage on your presumptuous cock, then so be it.”
They stared at each other, the oppositional energy palpable at the table. Then Luke shook his head and actually laughed. A genuine expression of amusement at his own expense. Adam smiled.
“Yes, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy now,” Luke said, winking at me.
“Excellent,” Adam returned, straightening up and putting one hand on Noah’s shoulder, the other on mine. “Good luck, guys. He’s all yours. At least until he reports to the main house for more of Kamal’s punishments tomorrow.”
