Once he’d walked into the living room and Garrett could hear the rustle of clothes, he leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. Wyatt might have been the one with the toys on but Garrett had been hard for hours thinking about it. The image of his boy bent over with the plug sliding in his ass was incredibly erotic.
Their evening was a long way from over too. It was going to be quite a while before he would get any relief. He could wait. It was going to be worth it to play with his boy. Getting himself under control, he pushed off the door and walked into the living room.
Stunning.
His sweet sub was kneeling by the couch, head bowed, arms behind his back, and those sexy briefs cupping every curve. Now that he was kneeling, the underwear was so tiny a good length of his ass showed as he knelt.
“Very good, Sweet.” Walking over to the couch, Garrett could see Wyatt relax with the words. Wyatt obviously loved knowing he’d pleased his master.
Relaxing on the couch, Garrett spread his legs and motioned Wyatt closer. “Right over here where I can touch you. Perfect.”
When the sub was in front of him, Garrett reached out so he could caress Wyatt’s hair. He would never get enough of his sweet, sexy sub. “This came up a little when we were talking about limits, but I want to make sure I understand what you like before we continue.”
Wyatt looked up and Garrett could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he gave a simple response. “I’ll do my best to answer you, Sir.”
“I know you will. Even if this is hard, I need you to tell me the truth. I want to make sure we both understand what you like. Not just your limits.” Garrett paused for a moment to let that sink in. Wyatt waited, beautifully presented between Garrett’s legs. “I know you like to serve, Sweet. I know you want to completely belong to your master. Having someone who sets boundaries for you and gives you the structure you crave makes you feel safe. I need to understand how you feel about not just serving your master, but being used by your master.”
The way Wyatt’s face pinked up and his struggle to maintain eye contact let Garrett know he was on the right track. “When you picture our relationship, Sweet, do you see me walking in and you coming over to kneel for me or do you picture me walking in and using you for my pleasure? Do you fantasize about me coming and telling you to kneel and suck me off? Do you fantasize about your cock being caged and having your master fuck your tight little hole even though you don’t get to come, just because that’s what your master wants?”
With his flushed cheeks and the way he was nibbling on his bottom lip, Garrett thought he had a pretty good idea where his boy’s fantasies lay. He had to be sure though. He didn’t want to misunderstand things and cause problems in their relationship. He’d never had a full-time sub before and he wasn’t going to try to guess what was on the sub’s mind.
It took several long moments for Wyatt to respond. He may have been stunned by the question or he might not have known how to answer, but eventually, he seemed to get his thoughts in order. Not that Garrett minded if he took even longer. Watching the sweet sub kneel at his feet, nearly naked and wanting to serve, Garrett had an incredible view to keep him occupied.
Wyatt had to clear his throat several times before he could answer. It finally came out in an almost hesitant voice. “I…I like both. Sometimes the first but a lot of times the second.” Then he paused. Garrett wanted more information though, so he waited. Wyatt must have realized it wasn’t quite enough, so he kept going, this time more embarrassed. “I liked the way you made me bend over while you plugged me. I like the idea of you using me. Just not all the time, you know, but sometimes. And it was…you know…”
It looked like they were coming to the end of what Wyatt could share at that point. That was okay, Garrett was starting to get the picture. “Was it something like that you were fantasizing about in the bathroom earlier?”
The boy had loved it when Garrett had taken a very no-nonsense attitude when he’d been checking the plug. The more detached he’d acted, the more turned on his boy got. Wyatt might not like the idea of admitting he wanted to be used and maybe slightly objectified, but it certainly excited him.
At some point, he’d have to see Wyatt’s thoughts on humiliation play, but not yet. Later, when Wyatt was more confident about sharing and when Garrett was more confident he could read the sweet sub well enough.
Wyatt managed a little nod before looking down at the floor. “Yes, Master.”
“Thank you for letting me know.” Now, on to the fun part of their evening. “Stand up. It’s time for those briefs to come off.” Wyatt rose, so graceful it still awed Garrett. Standing quietly with his hands behind his back, he waited for the next instructions.
Reaching out, Garrett fingered the edge of the fabric, loving the little shivers that raced through Wyatt. Sliding the underwear down Wyatt’s legs, Garrett watched as he stepped out of them and stood naked for his master.
So incredibly sexy.
Mentally crossing his fingers that he understood Wyatt’s needs, Garrett let his hands trail back up the sub’s legs to his still trapped cock. Casually rolling the sleeping length between his fingers, he looked up at Wyatt. “I like knowing that not only your orgasms belong to me but even your erections.”
His boy obviously liked it too. He started breathing faster and Garrett could see him biting back a moan. “You like it too or you wouldn’t have so many cock cages and sexy rings. You like knowing you belong to me completely, that you can’t even get hard without my permission.” He stated it like a fact, no question, just telling the boy that he understood his secret. Something about his matter-of-fact tone when talking about desires made Wyatt even more aroused.
“You’re going to stay like this for a while. If you’re very good, I might let you come. Of course, I might not. I might bend you over the couch,” he let his fingers wander down under Wyatt’s cock to tease at the edge of his tight pucker, “and then I’ll fuck your ass until I come. You’d still be horny and needy but with your cock restrained like this, you can’t even get hard.”
Oh, that just did it for the boy. Something about the fantasy or the dirty talk took him from aroused to desperately wanting in seconds. A little moan escaped, and he spoke out before he could catch himself. “Please, Master.”
Deliberately misunderstanding, Garrett gave him a wicked smile, before coming back up to play with the boy’s flaccid dick. Garrett wasn’t going to let him forget he was trapped and at his master’s mercy. “You want me to leave your cock nice and confined, so I can fuck you without you being able to come? I might do that then since you want it so much you’re begging for it. Naughty little sub for begging. We might have to punish you for that. Later, though. Right now, I have something else in mind.”
Another little groan escaped his needy boy. Muscles clenched, it was clear he was fighting to stay still. So turned on and so sexy. “Kneel.” Nice master was gone…his boy wanted something firmer right then.
Reaching for his pants, he made a show of slowly unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. “You’re going to snuggle right up close and I’m going to use that sexy mouth of yours to keep my cock warm. You don’t get to suck and you’re not even supposed to get me hard. I’m going to use you as my naked little cock warmer while I watch TV. Do you understand?”
The broken moan that escaped the sub had Garrett’s cock fighting to get hard. So damned hot. His boy’s eyes glazed over and he leaned forward. “Yes, Master. I’m just your naked little cock warmer.”
Pushing his boxers down and easing his cock out of his pants, Garrett watched as Wyatt followed every movement with his hungry eyes. If his reaction was any clue, this was right out of one of his boy’s dirty fantasies. Perfect.
Reaching out to guide Wyatt’s mouth closer, Garrett wrapped one hand around the boy’s head. Controlling his movements, making sure the boy knew who was in charge, Garrett slowly lined the boy up with his cock. “Open, boy.”
