Page 7 of For the Love of a Boy

That was it then. Seth didn’t dare chance such a thing, so he picked up their drinks then followed Daddy to the living room. Once they’d gotten settled on the sofa, Daddy pointed to the plate of celery sticks.

“Help yourself, baby. Then tell me about your new cock cage.”

A bubble of laughter spilled out of Seth. He had to shake his head to himself. A couple sips of alcohol and already he was feeling the warmth a bit too much. Discussing the imprisonment of his cock while having wine before their Thanksgiving celebration struck him as surreal. Then again, almost everything that had happened to him since he’d met Daddy felt that way.

And he was glad. So far, stark reality hadn’t been too kind to him.

“That’s quite a grin, baby. Care to let me in on the fun?”

Seth took another sip of his wine to give him some extra courage. “I never thought I’d be talking with anyone about cock cages.” He chuckled. “Especially at a holiday celebration.”

Daddy placed his hand on Seth’s knee. “I’m sure there are many things you never thought you’d be doing. Remember, I told you your safeword is valid at any time—not only during sex.”

Seth covered Daddy’s hand with his own. “Oh, I know. Just an observation.”

Daddy tipped back his glass and finished off the rest of his wine. “Very good. Any other observations for me?” He said with a quirk of his brow.

“Well…you mentioned that maybe it was good if I noticed the cock cage on me.”

Daddy scooted closer to him until their thighs were pressed together. “Why do you suppose I like you wearing the cage, and why do you allow me to put it on you?”

“Um, well, when we first discussed it, it was a way to control my orgasms. Keep me from touching myself. But now, I’m thinking there’s more to it than that.”

“Go on.” Daddy winked then took a bite of celery.

“I might be wrong…”

Daddy was still chewing, so he shook his finger at Seth while shaking his head. Then he gestured for Seth to continue by twirling his index finger.

Seth cleared his throat and sucked in a deep breath. “All right. For me, it’s as if you’re with me all the time, holding me.” Seth’s cheeks heated. “I like it.”

Daddy nodded as he swallowed. “Excellent. I’m glad you’re responding to it that way. I wasn’t sure if you would or not. I considered that you might end up seeing it only as a form of discipline and nothing more. So, with that in mind—do you find the heavier, metal cage more pleasing? Or less?”

Seth wiggled on the sofa. Now that the subject had been brought up, it was all he could think about.

“More.”

Daddy grinned. “Then let’s continue using the new one.”

Seth sucked in a sharp breath as Daddy shoved a hand down the front of his pants, Daddy’s cold fingers surprising him as he fondled his balls. Seth arched his back, wincing as soon as his dick tried to harden within the confines of the metal prison. Daddy continued to tease him, questing behind his sac, searching for his entrance.

All thoughts of food, wine or anything else were banished as his Daddy played with him, kissing Seth deeply as he did. Soon, they were both writhing on the couch, and Seth wished Daddy would free him from the cage. The sound of a dinger went off in the kitchen. They broke the kiss, both of them out of breath.

“Ah!” Daddy smiled wide. “The turkey’s ready.” He quickly pressed his lips to Seth’s then rose from the couch. He rubbed his palms together. “At least I hope it is. I’m starving.” Daddy held out his hand. “Come on. Daddy needs to feed his precious boy.”

Seth accepted his offering and laughed as he was pulled into Daddy’s arms. Daddy grabbed his butt cheeks and gave them a hearty squeeze. Seth moaned, his cock leaking, the metal device driving him crazy.

Daddy swept his tongue through Seth’s mouth once more before releasing his hold on Seth’s ass. “It’s better when you feel it, isn’t it baby? Makes you want so much more, keeps your attention on us and how I control you. How I have you in hand.”

Seth’s breath hitched. “Oh yes, Daddy. So much.”

Daddy leaned in and captured Seth’s bottom lip between his teeth then scraped them across the sensitive flesh before letting go. “Mmm, good. In the meantime, let’s enjoy this special occasion together.” Daddy gazed at him through wistful eyes. He stroked the side of Seth’s face, brushing his hair back as he did. “One of many to come.”

Seth was counting on it.

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Malcolm leaned back in the dining room chair and dropped his napkin on the table next to his almost empty plate. The meal had been fantastic, but he was ready to burst. As it was, any thoughts of pie would have to be put aside for at least a few hours. Seth was busy scooping up the last bits of potatoes, stuffing and gravy on his plate and Malcolm was content to observe.

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