Page 34 of Weston & Cyrus
What were the rules?
I had to be his good boy.
Good boys got rewards.
I was his greedy slut, so I had to be good.
“Does my slut want to come?” Hisyou’re so cutechuckle had hot humiliation flooding through me like lava and the world went spinning. “You play so fast.”
I was going to come too soon.
Too fast.
Hot.
Cold.
“Yes, slut. You can finish playtime whenever you want.”
I could come.
Hot.
Cold.
How did the spinning get faster?
Master shifted his grip so he was stroking right under the head of my cock with every thrust, and the pleasure was too close to pain for me to hold back. I came, crying out as humiliation and desire overwhelmed me as he chuckled and kissed my cheek.
When I was shaking with little jolts still running through me as I sagged against him, he kissed my head and made a pleased sound. “Someone liked playtime.”
My embarrassed whine had him squeezing my spent cock. “That’s right. You were a good boy.”
Part of me wanted to hide or get frustrated with him, but I could hear the honest pleasure in his voice and I knew he meant it. The whole thing had me jumping back and forth between happiness and embarrassment and exhaustion, and my brain gave up trying to drag me back to the real world.
Being Master’s boy was much easier than being boring, so I closed my eyes and nodded against him. “I liked playtime. You…you made me squirm.”
My face heated up, but his hum and the way he started rubbing right over the head of my toy said I’d made him happy. “You’re very cute when you squirm and I liked being able to reward you.”
Rewards were very nice.
“I liked my other reward too.” Master’s cock was wonderful. “I’m going to be very good.”
I wasn’t going to think.
I wasn’t going to hide my squirms.
I was going to get lots of rewards and make Master happy.
“I need…I need a list of ways I can be good.” Yes, I needed his lists, and if they made me squirm more, well, there was nothing I could do about it.
“I think that’s a very smart idea, slut.” Master kissed my head, making the floaty feeling come soaring back through me ashe rubbed and snuggled me. “Letting me have fun after playtime by playing with your toy is one way you can be good.”
“I…I can be good but it makes me squirm and…and float.” It made my head feel far away. “I like making you happy and letting you play with my toy.”
Big sentences.
I’d said it right because he made another happy sound and his thumb moved faster sending more sparks through me. “You’re being very good. Another way is good communication. Every time you can think of something humiliating that I should know, that would earn you more rewards.”
