Page 25 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

He.

That.

I.

Good boy.

I was a good boy.

That was easier to keep in my head but it got harder as he frowned and poked the head of my cock with one finger. “But be careful it doesn’t look like you’re having playtime with your little toy.”

God.

That was.

He was.

It was.

“Yes, Sir.” No playtime. No orgasm. “I’ll be good.”

I could do that.

Yes.

I could be good for my spanking and playtime so I would get an orgasm.

“Do you have a tight hold on your little toy?” Master frowned again but chuckled and bopped the tip with his finger when I whined. “I don’t know. It sounds like you’re having too much fun.”

Did that mean I wouldn’t get to come?

Was having too much fun naughty?

“I…” I had to say something, right? “I want to have fun with you .”

Yes. That was a good answer.

“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?

That didn’t sound good.

“What…what if he tries very hard to be a good toy?” Trying hard should be important too but Master kept shaking his head. “He likes his Master.”

Being cute and trying had to count for something…it was the only way I was going to get to come.

“I…I can play cowboy even if my toy isn’t…happy anymore.” I’d make Master come and I’d play just like he wanted. “You…you make him very happy.”

That wasn’t my fault.

“I don’t know.” Master frowned and sighed. “I’m just not sure he likes me that much.”

Warning signs flashed neon red in my head and I knew it was a trap.

I knew it.

Master knew it.

My dick knew it.

No, Master’s toy knew it.

“He…he likes you so much he showed off for the camera this morning and…and he knows he’s your toy.” Master’s toy. Master’s toy. Master’s toy. “I…I don’t even play with him when you’re not around and he thinks about you all day long.”

All day.

Driving to work.

At lunch.

At the gym.

“He…he wanted us to play with you at the gym.” Yes, Master would love to know that and it’d make him want to give me orgasms and let me come. “He wanted you to give him attention and to let…and to let us kiss you and lick you. To…to watch you work out when you were hard and in…and in just a jock.”

Yes, I hadn’t told him about that one yet.

That made me even better.

“I’m…I’m a naughty slut and so is your toy. We…we can’t help it but we belong to you. You…you’ll punish us if you need to but…but he really wants to play.” What else should I do?

I’d talked.

I’d told him stuff.

I was cute.

I’d called it my toy.

I’d used my manners.

Shoot.

Tighter.

Tighter.

Master chuckled and shook his head. “What were you thinking, slut? You almost finished playtime early again.”

He had to stop being so cute.

“I…” I had to tell him to still be considered good and come. “I…was thinking about using…using my manners and being good for you and trying to show you…trying to show you what a good slut I was.”

Shoot.

Shoot.

Master made another soft, happy sound and kissed my forehead before poking my toy again. “He’s a cutie that loves attention, but I think you understand why he’s going to get his hug more often when we’re in private.”

Hugs more in private.

Wait.

“You…” What had he said before? “You said hugs at home, right? Here and…here and my place?” Was that private?

His eyes lit up and he looked like I was a puppy who’d just done the best trick ever. “Good boy, slut. You’re thinking clearly.”

That sounded dangerous…especially when he was so happy about it.

“Just…just a little bit.” What would happen if I could think too clearly? “Hugs…hugs are important, so I remembered that part.”

He was going to make me wear the cage.

He was going to talk about it sweetly and tell me how cute my little toy was.

He was going to talk to it and laugh like it was funny.

Shoot.

Shoot.

I was never going to last if he kept making me think.

Master chuckled like he knew what I was thinking and that just made me squirm and that made the problems start all over again. “I’m going to consider private as anywhere that I can safely play with you without it causing a problem.”

Oh, that was…

That meant…

He would…

“See?” His bright smile made my dick try to play again. “I knew you’d understand how much fun that was going to be right away. Since you’re thinking clearly.”

Thinking was terrible.

Making a vow never to do it again, I whined and shook my head. “I’m not sure…I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly.”

Master poked my cock and then the tip of my nose. “Of course you are. You’re thinking clearly enough to understand that you need to pay good attention to make sure it’s clear.”

Had…had that been what I’d said?

Would explaining that make me look like I was thinking clearly?

“You’re doing such a good job.” Still looking happy and proud of me, Master rubbed the top of my head. “So, for example, privacy would mean the club and the gym as long as the cameras were off and the door was locked.”

He had a broad definition of privacy.

Shoot.

Realizing that probably made me seem like I was thinking clearly again.

Why was that bad?

“The…the gym?” No, what had I been going to ask?

Master shook his head again and made that tsking sound like I was being silly or something. “That seems to be your favorite naughty boy spot.”

Oh.

That was…

He was going to…

“Let’s get your spanking started and I’ll give you a good example of how we can have private playtime there.

” Master thought my brain was thinking clearly but he understood my legs weren’t functioning at all because he picked me up and shifted me deeper onto the bed.

“Don’t worry. I know you’re going to be a good slut and help my toy to behave too. ”

He kept saying things.

“No tugging.” Master looked like he wanted to laugh again but climbing on the bed distracted him. “If you want to have tug fun, then we’ll look for ways that you can play rougher with him.”

Wait.

He.

That.

“Come here. Over my lap, slut.” Master didn’t wait for me to figure out how to move. He simply took my hand from around my dick and positioned me over his lap. “There we go.”

“I.” He’d said something. “I don’t understand.”

Master rubbed his hand over my ass, giving one cheek a squeeze. “Hmm? What do you mean?”

Words.

Yes.

Words were important when he said something vague and dangerous.

“How…how would I play rough with him? With your toy?” Yes, remembering that made him happy and a happy Master made me orgasm. “How would I play rough with your toy?”

Master made a quiet thinking sound, so as he spanked me for the first time, it felt like he was using me as a fidget toy. “Let’s see…well, I’m sure Conner can help me work out the details but there has to be a fun way for you to fuck yourself on something while giving your toy a tug.”

Thud.

Sparks.

Heat.

Fuckery.

Thud.

Sparks.

Heat.

Fuckery.

“I’m not really the type of Dom to hurt your toy. I think it’s too cute for that, but I’ll figure out a way to let you do it.” Master rubbed my already warm ass as he leaned over and kissed the back of my head. “I think on all fours would make you look the cutest but I’m not going to be picky.”

God.

He would really…

He’d say it was my idea.

Had it been my idea?

“You’d be rocking back and forth, tugging and fucking.” He wiggled his finger right over my hole, making me squirm as he laughed. “You’d like that, so I’ll let you do it to yourself. It’ll be a fun reward.”

Really?

I mean.

It would.

Would that be a reward?

“I’ll bring a book or something to keep myself occupied until you wear out your little toy.” As I moaned and tried to accept my completely brain-dead status, he kept spanking and fucking with me.

Hopefully fucking with me.

“Then once I’ve put your hug on again, it’ll be my turn to play.” He said it so happily but my brain used its last remaining cells to imagine all the ways he could use his very exhausted slut. “I could fuck your mouth or take the dildo out of you and use your tight toy.”

His slightly mocking laugh sent sparks of humiliation and desire through me that were even better than the ones the spanking gave me. “Probably not tight at that point but that’s okay.”

It’d be okay because he’d probably spend the whole time talking about it to make sure I knew I wasn’t tight any longer.

Fuck.

He was going to make me come.

How long would he really lock my dick up for?

“Loose will make it easier to just thrust right in you and not have to take the time to stretch you.” Master made a thinking sound as the thumb of his free hand barely pressed against my currently tight toy.

“Once you’re worn out from all that tugging and orgasming, I’ll ease the dildo out and then thrust right in. ”

Fuck.

He.

That.

“I think the hardest decision will be if I want an audience for your special time or if I want it to be private.”

I wasn’t sure if it was the perfectly placed spank, the thrusting thumb, or just the image he’d put in my head, but my toy decided it liked him better than it did me.

Shit.

“Oh dear.” Master’s oopsie tone made the humiliation and orgasm even better as it tore through me. I could feel my entire body heating up with desire and shame as I cried out and shook, his spanking and the way he was sighing making everything even sharper. “You were naughty, slut.”

As I went boneless against the bed, I tried to shake my head. “Your toy…your toy got confused. It was…it was picturing the club.”

And was stupid.

Little heads meant little brains.

Little brains meant bad decisions…but damned good orgasms.

“Well, we already know how we’re going to fix this going forward.” The this is so sad tone in his voice was so fake it made me want to squirm. “Hugs at each apartment and we’ll have firm rules about when he can come out to play.”

Fuck.

My groan had him rubbing my ass. “I won’t forget, though, so don’t worry.”

That hadn’t been my worry.

He was too excited for my punishment for me to ever think he’d forget about it.

“Alright, my turn. Time to play cowboy.”

Damn it.

Master made my dick jerk.

“Spread your legs. Let’s get you ready.” He couldn’t seem to decide if he was trying to sound excited or disappointed, and the way he was bouncing back and forth was fucking with my head. “You’ve still got a tight toy for the time being, so we’ll be careful with it.”

God.

Groaning, I tried to ignore the mix of embarrassment and desire that Master was pushing through me again, but it was impossible. Even though my dick was worn out for the moment, he still thought playtime sounded like fun.

He was an idiot.

I was an idiot too because I moaned as Master slipped one slicked finger inside me. It just encouraged his shenanigans and brought excitement into his voice again. “You’re going to have good manners even though you already finished playtime, right?”

He really shouldn’t have been able to humiliate me so easily.

Giving his finger a little wiggle, he made a happy, almost laughing sound. “I can’t wait to see what a cute cowboy I’ve got.”

I probably would’ve done something stupid like respond with words, but he saved me from my own smart mouth by adding a second finger. It chased away any thoughts of grumbling and encouraged his cheerful fuckery. “I bet your little toy is going to be so cute when he bounces.”

Master’s evil words had me rocking back and forth, grinding my tired cock against his thigh before I fucked myself against his fingers. Instead of punishing me, he made a happy, thoughtful sound that said fuckery was incoming.

“I can’t decide if letting him be a big boy toy when you play tug would be better or if he’d look cute all nice and soft.

” It took a few seconds too long for me to realize what he was talking about and that gave him entirely too much time to have fun with it.

“I think an audience would love to see you soft when you play, but on your own you might like him being a big boy.”

God.

Could I get myself off like that?

It couldn’t work like that.

“I think it could work.” Master kissed my head as I realized I’d said that out loud. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

I was starting to think he didn’t understand what that phrase meant.