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)
Sticking his finger out, Master let his extended index finger curl under like a dick going flat. “He starts out looking very nice and attractive, but then it sags when he’s not paying attention.”
All the blood in my body was volleying between my head and trying to get into my dick, and it was like the tides had gotten all fucked up and the water didn’t know where to go. I might not have been able to get hard, but as Derek stood and nodded excitedly, the fog of desperate desire was definitely starting to take over my mind.
“I have a few interesting things to show you that will make his pretty penis look even cuter.” Derek’s genuine excitement over his stock and just his job, in general, made it clear he wasn’t just fucking with me…but genuine or not, I was starting to wonder just how sturdy the cage was and how long Master thought he would leave it on.
“Oh, and don’t worry.” Derek perked up as he patted the front of my underwear, jostling the cage and making me groan. “Now that I know this will fit perfectly, you can just leave it on as we pick out a few more toys to help display him properly.”
Was I supposed to be grateful the fashion show had stopped or worried about still being caged as they started discussing the best ways to show off my dick?
The day had taken a weird turn, but Master had been right, meeting new friends was fun.
****
“I still can’t decide if I should’ve gotten you the plugs or not.” Master’s tone didn’t seem teasing, but it was hard to tell because I was slightly distracted.
It turned out that watching him rearrange my erection for the drive home didn’t make it easy to participate in conversations.
Not that they needed my input.
Derek gave him a thoughtful look as he watched Master aim my dick toward the driver’s side so it’d be easier to reach. “They’d be fun, don’t get me wrong, but I think with the cage and the cock rings, any more decoration for downstairs would just be too much.”
Master sighed and nodded as he took a moment and squeezed my dick. “You might be right. I’ll wait and see if he can stay hard at the club without the extra help then make my decision.”
They were…
“Yes, experiment and see how you like to play with him and display him, then you can add other pieces.” Derek was watching me like I was a dirty Ken doll and he was imagining me naked. “I think your point about nipple clamps is something you should come back to. But in the meantime, think about cuffs or something to decorate other parts of his body to balance him out.”
“That’s a good idea.” Master finally seemed pleased with how he’d arranged me and slipped his hand out of my pants…thankfully before I accidentally came. “He’s got a naughty habit of playing with himself when he’s not thinking about being a good boy. Cuffs would make it easier to keep him from grabbing his penis in the club and playing with it like it’s some kind of worry stone.”
Okay, it was official, I would not have any problem staying hard all the way back home.
As I whined and tried not to grab my dick, Master gave me a knowing smile and patted it before he straightened and stepped away from the passenger side. “I think Derek has a good idea. What do you say, pet?”
Words.
Master wanted words.
Swallowing, I pinned my hands under my thighs as he chuckled and did my best to focus on Derek’s wicked smile and eyes that were sparkling with barely suppressed laughter. “Thank you for the idea, Sir.”
He seemed very Sir at the moment.
It made Master smile and lean down to kiss my cheek. “Such a polite slut. I think you’re finally going to get to come again when we get home.”
Thank God.
“Thank you, Master.” Yes, orgasms would be good. “Just one?”
That had them both chuckling and I knew I’d be even more embarrassed later once reality had set back in, but for now, it just made me squirm and get even harder. Derek’s knowing smile and the way his gaze lingered on my obvious erection didn’t help the situation. “Your slut is adorable and I can’t wait to get together again, for more sex toys or just dinner. It’ll be fun.”
Master knew the most interesting people.
I managed to nod and wave without grabbing my erection as Master finally closed the door, but thankfully no one required me to actually make sense or get out a full sentence. As we drove away, the fog was clearing somewhat until Master reached over to rest his hand on my dick.
I had a feeling he was the one who was going to use my dick as some kind of stress-relieving toy because as he drove, he made soft circles over the head of my erection. As I let out a low whine, he smiled and gave it a little pat. “You were a very good boy today, slut.”