Page 77 of Learning to Change

Tate laughed and nodded, teasing the base of my toy with his fingers and making me wiggle and laugh. “I thought that was what you were doing.”

He was so smart about naughty things.

“I…that was…” Dean sounded confused but sighed really fast. “I should’ve realized that.”

“It was just a guess.” Tate shrugged. “Joel and his penis both like things like being tugged on.”

My penis tried to twitch even though he was wrapped up nice and snug. “He likes that idea too.”

Dean groaned, but he kissed my head and nodded. “Then we’ll figure out how to play that game later. First, we need to play with your new toy and see if we can get you tingles with your cage still on.”

Yay.

“I’m a good boy. I can get my tingles. Don’t worry.” Dean liked to worry, but I knew it would be okay. “I can have lots of fun without big tingles. Littles ones are good too.”

Tate was trying not to laugh but he was so silly it was hard. “I have no doubt that we’ll be able to get you big tingles.”

Wiggling his finger lower, he ran it over my balls. “We can still give these some fun attention too even if they’re wrapped up tight.”

That was going to be so much fun…but first we had to make sure Dean wasn’t going to worry too much.

Chapter 22

Dean

The naughty boy spread his legs to silently encourage Tate to keep teasing his cock and promising to do wicked things to his balls, but Joel shifted so he could wrap his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. “You and Tate are going to take good care of me.”

He was still manipulative as hell, but he was also something other than a full grown-up. He was making quiet happy sounds as Tate petted his balls and the cage he was in, but he was snuggling up to me and looking utterly adorable. “You guys always do nice things to me and this is just the same.”

Just the same, huh?

Giving in, I nodded and reached up to stroke the back of his head as he kissed my cheek again. “You’re right. We’re going to take good care of you and have fun playing.”

With the slender vibrator that Derek had said would give Joel’s prostate a lot of wonderful attention. Yep, we were just going to play with the cutie who’d decided being a full grown-up was a boring decision.

“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.

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