Seth turned his head so their gazes met. “How long would that be? Because I was thinking about getting them pierced for my birthday. And if you think it’s not too daring, get a nice shirt where…” He pressed his lips together, a deep blush climbing up his neck and into his cheeks. “You know, people could tell?”
Zero work getting done tonight.
Malcolm adjusted his position while marveling at his rate of recovery. He’d be ready for round two at any minute.
“You can absolutely have a piercingandshirt. However, to make sure they’ve healed enough so they don’t get infected when we play with them would take anywhere from a few months to as much as a year.”
Seth tensed. “Ayear?” He pouted. “Darn it. So… That would also mean no clamps while they heal? Nothing with my nipples at all?”
Malcolm pressed his lips together to hold in a chuckle. “No, baby. Nothing at all.”
Seth punched the blanket. “Oh, man. I was hoping I could do something, you know, moreadventurousfor when we went to the club.”
“Well, there’s still the shirt.”
Seth furrowed his brow. “Hmm. That’s true. I don’t want to do anything too racy, but you could help me figure something out.”
Malcolm grinned, his mind already in a whirl over the possibilities. “I’ll always help with anything you want. I might already have a few ideas.”
“Yeah? Cool.” Seth’s words came out breathless and he cuddled closer to Malcolm’s side. “Umm… So, I guess we can still use the clamps on the trip, you know, for after the club when we’re at the hotel.”
Malcolm nuzzled Seth’s ear with his nose. “Absolutely. I want to torment your nipples, maybe try adding some weights to the chain while I fuck you from behind.”
“Oh...” Seth turned in his arms and draped a leg over Malcolm’s. “Weights?” He licked his lips. “I saw pictures on the site we buy our toys from.”
“Mmm. You like those pictures, baby?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Then you should watch yourself while I fuck you with them on. See how hot you are when I’m riding your ass, your nipples swollen and red, the weights swinging and tugging those pretty nips so hard you won’t be able to think straight. All that will exist for you is that burn in your tits and the pounding of my cock as you take what I give you, then beg for more.”
Seth groaned, his eyes glazing over. “Daddy…”
Malcolm captured Seth’s mouth in a heated kiss, grinding their cocks together and further sealing the fate of his reports.
There’s always tomorrow.
Chapter Five
Seth stood in front of the hotel mirror, gazing at himself, not unlike he’d done the first time they’d visited Portland. Only this time, he found himself fascinated by his nude form. All he wore was the metal cock cage and the new clamps they’d brought with the chain attaching them. He tried to imagine what it would look like with the weights on, the way Daddy had described.
He shivered.
Already he’d been reprimanded playing with the new accessories, but he couldn’t help it. He hadn’t actually added the weights yet—that was Daddy’s job and they’d been saving it for his birthday—but he’d compared the various metal dangles and had tried to imagine what it would feel like once they were hanging from the chain, stretching his nipples away from his body.
Seth wiggled, trying to get comfortable after his dick had begun to swell within the confines of the cage.
A click sounded from the key card in the lock, and Seth gasped.Oh shit. He yanked the grippers off his swollen nubs a bit too harshly then raced into the bathroom and pulled the door almost all the way closed.
Ow, ow, ow.
Seth rubbed his abused chest. He should’ve been dressed for their shopping trip already. Daddy had left to grab them some breakfast sandwiches and lattes from a café down the street and had told Seth to be ready by the time he got back.
He plucked his toothbrush from his grooming kit and had already squeezed a glob of paste onto the brush when he realized he hadn’t eaten yet. His shoulders slumped as he stared at the mess. Daddy would know. Daddyalwaysknew.
As if he’d heard Seth’s thoughts, Daddy gave a gentle push to the door, then smirked at the sight of Seth in front of the mirror. He leaned against the threshold with arms crossed and eyebrows raised.
“Your attempt at throwing yourself together before I caught you would’ve been more of a success if you hadn’t left your clothes laid out on the bed and the clamps on the dresser.”