Page 117 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
After five swats with the crop—his red ass darkened further, and god, that was hot—the other sub was ordered onto the bench and received his ten. Then they popped back up to make out again.
We watched the cycle repeat, and the sub on the left seemed to win most of the rounds. The sub on the right was sobbing as he lay over the bench, as he’d received the most strikes. I continuously teased and tormented Cameron’s nipples the whole time, whispering things like “you’re so sexy on display for everyone here” and “every single person in this room is watching you hurt for me and getting turned on, baby” to keep him in the scene.
Master ordered both subs to their feet.
The boys returned to their submissive poses in front of the bench, facing the audience at a slight angle in deference to theirMaster, and then the bigger man spoke. “You have been good boys for me. You took your punishment well. However . . .” He stared at the boy who’d received far less swats than the other. “You seem to have gotten off easy.” A devilish smirk was on his lips.
“But, Master! I won those fair and square!”
I shifted in my seat again, knowing his insolence would not go unpunished. I wrapped my arm around Cameron’s chest and pulled him close to me until his ass was rubbing against my dick. He let out a sexy little moan that rumbled through both of us.
“You dare talk back to your Master?” the man on the screen asked.
The sub’s eyes shot wide before he lowered his head. “No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
He glared at the boy. “You will be.”
Cameron and I both leaned forward, eagerly awaiting what would come next. A couple of stagehands dressed all in black brought a single spanking bench on camera, setting it in the middle of the stage sideways. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to guess what was coming next. I put it together the minute before Master spoke.
“You will climb up on this bench, boy, and you will take all the swats I give you. While you do that, you will be sucking your friend off. I don’t stop until he comes, you hear me?”
My eyes shot to the face of the other sub, who was smiling through his tears. Deep down, I knew this whole thing was staged, but these guys weregood.
“On the bench now, boy. Don’t make me ask again, or you’ll be very sorry.”
The boy scrambled onto the bench, his arms and legs on the padded rests and his body laid out on the cushioned surface. This one had a cushion for his chin, and the other boy stepped infront of him, smiling. His jockstrap had disappeared off-camera not too long ago.
Master positioned himself behind the boy and tapped his tender ass. The sub on the bench cried out.
“Good, I want to make sure you feel this. Now use that tongue, boy. Get your friend nice and worked up until he fills your mouth.”
Cameron clutched my knee, and I could feel the heat flowing off him. As we watched the scene play out just as described, I grabbed his hand, squeezing it in mine, then let it go to rub the tops of his thighs, grazing his dick with every pass, working him up. He had to be aching with those clamps still on his hard nipples, but I wanted to wait until the perfect time to take them off.
Soon.
By the time both boys on screen had come—a well-deserved blow job by his Master sent the sobbing boy on the bench flying barely a minute after the other boy had filled his mouth—and Master had pulled both boys down to a massive fluffy blanket the stagehands had dropped in front of the bench for some much-needed aftercare, Cameron was shaking. I turned him sideways so he could see me as I muted the TV, letting the video play out soundlessly.
“Did you like that, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy. That was so fucking hot. I want to come for you so bad.”
“Hm, I think you have to earn it.”
“But, Daddy!”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to come today or not?”
“Sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again.”
I smiled at him, easing the tension. I wanted this to be all fun for him. “Of course, it won’t. Because you’re Daddy’s good boy, aren’t you?” I patted his head for good measure.
As I’d predicted, Cameron blushed. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”
My grin widened. “Okay, then. Up.”
With only a second’s delay, presumably to let his mind catch up, Cameron jumped to his feet. I chuckled.
“Present yourself to me, boy.”
