Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” Giving me a beaming smile like the whole thing had been my idea and I was just amazing, Joel hugged me again. “You’re the best.”
With stage one of his manipulation complete, he curled into me again but peeked over at Tate. “You’re the best too.”
The best at giving his caged cock attention and at shifting us into an even more interesting scene than we’d found ourselves in to begin with. If he was so adorable he was doing happy dances for winning games I was pretty sure were rigged, how could he want to kiss our cocks as his reward?
Tate clearly didn’t see the problem and it was clear Joel was doing exactly what he wanted, but it was kind of hard to wrap my mind around.
“Alright, you give Dean more hugs and kisses and I’m going to go get your other toy.” Tate leaned over and kissed Joel’s cheek like this was just what an afternoon looked like for us, and then he kissed mine.
Maybe this was just an afternoon for us?
“Be a good boy.” Tate’s tone was more cheerful or lilting than it usually was, and he looked like he knew Joel was more childlike in the moment…or something close to that.
The conversation we were having and his goals said playfulness didn’t equal innocence. With Joel that shouldn’t have surprised me, though.
No, he always had to do things his own way and whatever we were exploring at the moment was one of them. Besides, who would he have explored this with before? He was a Grade A attention whore and this was not an activity he would’ve played around with on his own.
Primarily because he needed someone to hug, kiss, and manipulate…which was me at the moment since Tate had wiggled free of Joel’s legs.
“I like being good for Dean.” Aiming all his cuteness at me, Joel smiled sweetly and curled up into me like he was a cat. “I’m your good boy, aren’t I?”
I wasn’t sure what his new manipulation goal was, but I let him work his magic as I leaned back into the couch. He made a happy sound at the new position and gave a wiggle, so I’d clearly done something that he liked.
Guessing would’ve been too stressful, though, so I nodded and rubbed his back. “You are. You were a good boy when we were playing the board game, and you were good when you helped me pick out dinner, and you were very good when I put your cage on.”
I’d done a good job on it and he liked it, so I wasn’t going to ignore it.
Joel squealed and nodded, petting my chest. “So you were a good boy too. You were a good loser for the game and you’re going to make me a yummy dinner and you did a good job making me cute and tiny.”
I wasn’t sure how I should respond to his list, but he fixed that before I had time to worry. Joel just sat up, still smiling ear-to-ear and pulled out the front of his pajama bottoms again. “See? It’s soft and special and I got my cutie.”
Did I owe him a thank-you for finding other things for me to verbally trip over? I didn’t have to worry about the first list anymore, so it seemed reasonable.
“I’m glad it’s soft and that it doesn’t hurt.” Kissing his cheek, I pushed aside how weird the conversation felt and focused on how happy he was. “You are very special and you’ve got a very nice cutie.”
I sounded insane, but Joel was incredibly excited. “You really like it?”
Looking back down at his penis, he smiled. “I like it.”
That was obvious.
But it was possible that my feelings on the new toy weren’t quite so clear. I wasn’t sure the best way to fix that, so I decided to take a page from Tate’s playbook. Pushing down the front of Joel’s jammies, I leaned him back so he was all innocent sweetness and then a cock cage. “I’m glad you like it. I like having you all wrapped up.”
Okay, not bad and it got me a giggle from Joel. “It’s really cute.”
And he was going to keep pointing that out for all eternity.
“It is and I’m really glad you like it and that it makes you happy.” No point in leaving that part out since it was what I was most comfortable with.
“You like making me happy?” Joel’s mind skipped to a new topic, but his question seemed serious.
“Yes.” Not sure where the conversation was going, I did my best to answer it thoroughly. “I like it when you’re excited and when you find something that makes you feel good or confident, I guess.”
Joel smiled at me like I was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and snuggled closer. “Even if you don’t understand it?”