Page 37 of Weston & Cyrus
That did not help his ability to think, but it did jog enough brain cells loose in his head that he pointed to his closet.
The toys.
Best first date ever.
“Good boy.” Kissing his cheek, I loved the way he blushed and whined as I lifted him off me and set him on the bed. “Slut position. Kneeling. Knees spread. Hands behind your back. My slut knows not to hide any toys.”
Biological or otherwise.
He turned the cutest shade of pink but scrambled to obey, and something going through his head made him even more embarrassed. “Should I ask what’s making you blush and your toy try to beg for attention?”
It’d jerked enough I had a feeling it was trying to get hard again, and I knew I was right when he whimpered before trying to get words out. “I’d…I’d tell you if you asked.”
Oh, that was a fun response.
Keeping my expression serious, I aimed for slightly asshole but still thoughtful. “As long as you’re a well-behaved slut I won’t ask. This time.”
There would definitely be other times because his brain was a fascinating place.
“But.” Something about that sent a shiver through him and his gaze went sub foggy again. “Good communication is important and I don’t want you to get used to hiding things from me.”
His nod was slightly frantic as I headed over to the closet, but I wasn’t done fucking with him yet. “So I won’t ask what this thought was about, but you’re going to tell me one embarrassing thing or one humiliating fantasy to let me know you appreciate how nice I’m being.”
Being nice got the best responses from him.
Weston whined again, and when I glanced back at him on the bed, he rocked his hips forward and I could see him imagining grabbing himself. “Are you being naughty?”
Yes.
“I.” He started to tell me he was being a good boy but everything stopped as I grabbed the overly plain box I knew had to contain dirty things. His expression was too wide-eyed and stunned for it to be anything else.
I gave him a second to see if he could get his brain working again, but there was nothing as he watched me get closer to the bed.
Nothing.
Trying to decide what to do, I set it down and opened the hinged lid. “Oh, you are a dirty boy.”
He had a variety of toys, plugs and cock rings and a few dildos mostly, but it was the way being called out made him squirm that was the best part. “I can’t play with the…the restraints on my own. I’m.”
“A slut.” Most subs I’d talked to didn’t have the ability to restrain their cocks for long. It was the kind of toy I thought needed a partner to really make it fun unless the denial was the kink the sub was into.
That was not Weston.
“But that’s a fun example of something embarrassing because I bet every time you put it on you knew what a dirty boy you were.” Shaking my head as he nodded, I pulled out a simple cock cage and brought it to his soft dick. “Let’s play with it together this time.”
I didn’t want to overwork his cock anyway and it’d gotten enough stimulation already.
“This will keep it soft and cute and make having movie time more fun.” For me at least. “Spread wider.”
That seemed to be the order that had his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, but it might’ve just been the point where his brain turned back on again. Still, he obeyed and spread his legs, pushing his cock forward as it twitched again. “This little attention whore is still begging.”
Chuckling and shaking my head like he was being silly seemed to fuck with him perfectly because he simply gaped at me as I fit the restraint over his soft cock. “I’ve got a cute slut in general but now he’s adorable.”
It really was a great look on him, innocent and dirty all at the same time, and he’d even bought a quality cage that could be left on for a long time before I had to worry about it.
“Now, let’s see what else we’ve got to play with.” Because this was a fun game and I was hoping to keep it going.
And keeping him off-center was definitely going to help make our date less stressful for him.
