Page 116 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
“Yes, Master,” they mumbled together.
“Sounds like you were both trying to minimize the punishment you knew you deserved. So here’s how we’ll rectify that. First, you’ll both get twenty swats with the crop on your bare ass. Then, because you seem to like touching each other so much, Ithink I’ll have you edge each other several times. Whoever gets the other to the edge first will earn five swats, and the other boy will get ten. We’ll keep going until I say we’re done. And no coming, boys, none at all. You have to earn that. And I don’t think you have, do you?”
“No, Master,” they dutifully replied.
“Good. On the bench. Now.”
I looked down at Cameron again, seeing that his eyes were wide. I could practically feel him vibrating as I paused the video. “No coming for you, either, boy,” I growled out, and Cameron’s head whipped around to me. I just smirked. “You have to earn that, too.”
He danced in his seat a bit, his expression tight as he struggled to follow my order. I squeezed his shoulder, close to his neck, to encourage him. Nearly a minute later, he finally calmed down.
“Good boy.”
He smiled up at me, his whole face lighting up.
“Now, let’s see what happens next.”
Cameron turned back to the TV, and I pressed play again. I hadn’t watched this scene yet, but I’d seen enough similar videos to know where this was going. And I was so fucking here for it.
The subs turned, their naked asses facing the audience. Neither of them were as sexy as Cameron, but shit, seeing a sub laid out with his bare bottom ready to be painted red was hot as fuck.
I adjusted my dick in my pants, a packer I’d already strapped on in preparation for what I had planned for later. It had a pump that I could use to quickly harden my dick, and I felt goddamn powerful in it. Just adjusting it while I was turned on was incredibly euphoric.
Plus, it was Cameron’s favorite.
As we watched the subs take their time climbing on the bench, I reached for the nipple clamps I’d hidden behind a pillow tomy right. Without a word, I leaned forward, trailing both hands down Cameron’s chest. He jumped, gasping.
“Stay still, boy,” I commanded, and my sweet Cameron did as he was told, his eyes still trained on the subs on the screen.
I worked his nipples to hardened nubs while the subs on the stage were strapped down by their Master. Anticipation building, I reached for the first clamp and fastened it on my boy.
He shouted.
“Quiet, boy! You are disturbing the other guests.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
I leaned close to his ear. “You will be, boy. That’s a punishable offense.”
Cameron froze, and I smirked as I clamped his other nipple. He whimpered but held in his cry this time.
I whispered “Good boy” in his ear before teasing his tortured nipples with my thumbs. He shook and moaned lowly as we watched the scene unfold.
Master had started swatting the boys on screen, taking turns for the first set of ten. Then he focused on one for the final ten before switching to the other. As someone who now had experience in impact play, that was the call I would’ve made. Teasing at first, warming them both up, then laying into them so they would really feel it.
As soon as it was over, Master ordered them to their feet, and one of the hottest makeout sessions I had ever seen commenced. Cameron was whimpering at my feet, his hand was playing with his bottom lip, and he was squirming on his knees. He had to be getting sore from staying in the same position—he didn’t often get on his knees for me. I didn’t need it, but it sure was hot now.
I unfolded a towel between my legs before pausing the video again. I was exceedingly thankful he had such a deep couch as I pressed against the back cushions. “Come up here, baby.”
He glanced at me, his expression grateful, and I knew I’d read him correctly. He popped up, landing on the couch a little too harshly, his back to my front. He gasped when the plug jostled inside him.
“Careful, love. Don’t hurt that sexy hole before I have a chance to destroy it.”
His head whipped around to mine, and the combination of lust and love stole my breath. I couldn’t help but break character to capture his lips with my own.
I pressed play without breaking our kiss, letting the sounds of the subs on the screen making out blend with our own, heating us up further. When one sub on the screen cried out as if in pain, we broke the kiss at the same time and turned our heads to watch.
The sub on the right was shaking, whimpering as he clearly tried to stave off an orgasm. The one on the left was smirking, his face red from beard burn, but then Master growled at him to get back on the bench, and the smile shot off his face.
