Page 87 of Weston & Cyrus
“I’m just…I’m making sure my toy plays nice.” Wait. “Your toy plays nice with you?”
Something about the whole thing was confusing but he didn’t seem to mind me screwing it up. Thankfully, he never minded me screwing it up. He only smiled and chuckled when he thought I was cute. “It’s okay. Thinking is difficult for hard sluts.”
It really was.
I was glad he knew that because nothing in my brain wanted to work.
Random things bounced around but they were hard to catch, and it took a lot of effort to remember why I was holding onto my dick.
I couldn’t come yet.
So I had to hold on tight.
I was going to be good even if my toy was bad.
I was good, though.
Good boys got rewards.
“But I’m glad you want to have fun with me.” Something about the way he kissed my cheek made me squirm and I could feel my face heating up. It just made Master shake his head as his smile widened. “Silly boy.”
That shouldn’t be so…it was really…
“Master…” Waiting was so hard. “Can…can you help me remember to be good now?”
Yes, if I asked for my spanking, then I’d get to come sooner.
Master took the end of my toy and wiggled it, sending a confusing rush of sensations through me. “Is this little guy going to behave for your spanking?”
Before I could figure out how to tell him probably not and still get my reward, Master sighed. “You need help with remembering manners and how to use nice words with your Master and how to walk nicely without stomping and calling your Master a brat.”
Oh.
That was a lot of reminders.
“I…” I lost my words as I looked down at my toy. “I hope so?”
I really did.
“What…what happens if he forgets to be a good toy?” Asking nicely made Master smile and he let out another happy sound. But that might’ve been because asking nicely made me squirm. “He likes you, Master.”
Yes, nice was very good.
Master liked nice and I liked a happy Master, so it was okay if it was embarrassing and silly and had me wiggling.
“But sometimes he’s a naughty toy.” I needed something…something else…oh…I pouted. “He needs his hug to be a good toy.”
No coming.
Hold on tight.
Being nice was so hard.
“Oh, such a sweet boy.” Master kissed my cheek, making me realize how hot it was. “If he’s naughty, we’ll just make sure he wears his hug a long time this weekend when you’re waiting to get to come again.”
A long time?
Waiting?
