by M. A. Innes
His body was at war with itself. Disappointment and arousal fought with each other for supremacy. At least he managed to keep his erection under control. He could tell by Daddy’s expression that getting hard again wasn’t going to be the best response right now.
He’d honestly not meant for things to go that far in the shower. It had just been so relaxing and Daddy’s stern looks, when they'd been sitting on the couch, had been so hot. Everything had been so mixed up when Daddy had been talking that when Mason had gotten in the shower he’d just been so turned on.
Right now, Mason wished he’d been better at following instructions. Well, maybe not. Having Daddy watch him so intently was making his stomach twitch and he knew if he wasn’t careful he was going to get hard again.
After he dried off, Daddy nodded and stepped out of the bathroom. “Hang up your towel and follow me, Boy.”
Trailing after his daddy, feeling a little bit like a naughty puppy, Mason couldn’t help worrying about what was going to happen next. Daddy had every right to be mad at him. But how would he be punished?
Daddy walked him to the bedroom and pointed to the bed. “Sit down and wait for me.”
“Um, Daddy. What should I—”
“You don’t need clothes right now. Sit down on the bed and I will be right back.” Edward gave him a stern look that spoke volumes. He wasn’t going listen to any arguments.
It felt weird. Something about being naked for Edward as he was waiting to be punished was both nerve-wracking and erotic. As his cock started to react, Mason thought of every gross picture he’d ever seen online trying to get his body under control.
Daddy came back into the room within seconds carrying a small black bag and gave Mason a nod, “Good boy.”
Mason squirmed and he could feel his cheeks get even hotter. “I’m sorry I was naughty, Daddy.”
“I know, sweet boy.” Daddy set his bag on the bed beside Mason and knelt down in front of him. Reaching into the bag, Edward pulled out what looked like a long plastic tube. What could…no, he wouldn’t have.
Opening his mouth, Mason couldn’t make the words come out. Would Daddy have really have bought one? He said they would try it if Mason couldn’t behave but did he really buy one?
The look on Mason’s face must have clearly shown his question because Edward simply nodded. Easing Mason’s legs apart, Daddy leaned in closer and brought the slender tube and plastic ring to Mason’s cock.
“Now, Boy. This is not a punishment. This is simply a way to help you to behave. We talked about a physical restraint previously and I now think that it is a necessary item for you.” His daddy worked quickly sliding Mason’s thickening cock into the cage. A cock cage.
Mason wasn’t sure what to think. His body had obviously decided that the idea was hot as hell because, by the time Edward had slipped the plastic ring and tube over his cock, it was starting to try to grow in the tiny device. His head wasn’t so sure about it. Logically, he knew it was something he’d agreed to but it was still overwhelming to look at.
He’d given his daddy control over his erection…over his cock. There was just something about knowing that Daddy was truly in charge of his body that was sexy and over-whelming. Just looking down at the cage surrounding his penis had Mason shaking.
Edward must have noticed Mason’s rising emotions because as he finished locking the cage and sliding the key into his pocket, Edward started running his hands up and down Mason’s legs. “Sweet boy? It’s okay. Look at how sexy you look. Look at your pretty cock under your daddy’s control. You wanted to be under your daddy’s control, didn’t you?”
The warmth from Daddy’s hands and the heat in his voice shook off Mason’s rising nerves. Daddy thought his cock looked pretty? “Pretty?”
Smiling at Mason, Edward nodded and let Mason see just how erotic he found Mason’s cage. “Yes, sweet boy. You look so pretty, soft and trapped for me. Do you feel pretty for Daddy?”
Under Edward’s scrutiny, with the heat and passion shining from his eyes, Mason found he did feel sexy. Knowing Edward wanted this and found Mason’s trapped cock erotic pushed his remaining nerves away. Seeing that Edward was waiting for a response, Mason nodded and looked down at the restraint wrapped around his cock.
His trapped length was pushing against the cage. It was uncomfortable and weird but not painful, and if Mason was really being honest, just feeling the rigid plastic surrounding his cock made it try to get even harder. And he couldn't do anything about it.
It was incredible to know that no matter how difficult it was going to be to wait until Saturday, he didn’t have to worry about disobeying anymore. The flood of relief was staggering. He didn’t have to worry about being naughty. He could be his daddy’s good boy.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Edward must have heard the relief in Mason’s voice because his smile took a slightly wicked turn. “You’re welcome, Boy. You wanted to be Daddy’s good boy, didn’t you?”
Mason nodded. He felt the heat flooding his face again but he didn’t want to hide from Edward. “Yes.” His breath hitched. “I didn’t want to be naughty.”
“I know, sweet boy. This is going to help you. I know this has been hard for you but next time I want you to ask for help before you’re being naughty and have to be punished.” Edward’s words were soothing and tender but all Mason could focus on was the word “punish.”
“Punished, Daddy?” He knew Daddy had said Mason had to be punished, but how? Mason took a deep breath. “How, Daddy?”
Edward stood up and moved around Mason to sit at the head of the bed. “Come here, Boy.”
Reaching down, Edward helped Mason climb up on his lap. The cage pulled against his body and while it didn’t hurt, Mason knew he wasn’t going to forget it was there. Snuggling on Daddy’s lap, he felt relaxed and safe.
Once Mason was secure in Edward’s arms, his daddy kissed the top of his head and started to talk. “Now, baby boy, we have several items that need to be addressed.”
Mason loved it when Edward went all formal on him. Nodding his head against Edward’s neck, Mason smiled.
“Your…” Edward’s voice broke for just a moment. “Your cage is not a punishment. It is simply a consequence of your action. You’re unable to restrain yourself so this will help. Does that make sense?”
Thinking about it, Mason found that he had to agree. “Yes, Daddy. I understand that it’s not a punishment.”
He might feel different about the cage if it was a punishment, but he knew Edward wanted to help him. It made him feel warm and cared for. But there were still Daddy’s words about Mason’s punishment. “But, my…punishment?”
“Correct, sweet boy. You disobeyed instructions, you lied to me, and you have not been taking care of yourself. There will be consequences to help you take better care of yourself and punishments to address the other issues. I want you to remember the importance of being a good boy. And a primary characteristic of a good boy is that he is honest with his daddy. Even if it is difficult or embarrassing.” Edward’s deep voice sent shivers through Mason. He could listen to Edward talk for hours, especially curled up on his lap.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“We are going to plan out a reasonable schedule for you. We will schedule project time, general work time, and personal tasks like the gym. When it is time for you to move on to something else on your schedule you will text me a picture to show that you are following instructions. For example, you would text me a picture of the gym or your breakfast.”
Mason knew how much Edward hated texting. So the fact that his daddy was so serious he was willing to change his rule on texting made Mason stop and think.
Edward didn’t even wait for Mason to respond. He simply explained how things were going to work. It might be controlling, but Mason couldn't find it in him to complain.
It would be stupid to say that it was too much control when they both knew that’s what Mason wanted and maybe needed. It might not be e
xactly what he’d expected when he’d told Edward he wanted his daddy to control him but it was still hot.
Resting his head against Edward’s neck, Mason nodded. Edward twisted his head and kissed Mason’s forehead before continuing. “As for your punishment, Boy, we are going to begin with a spanking.”
The words vibrated through Mason. A spanking. He’d been dreaming of this moment for years but now that it was right in front of him it was daunting. Would he be able to take it? What if it hurt too much? What if it wasn’t as erotic as he’d thought it would be? What if it didn’t hurt in a good way but just hurt? That would suck. Like big hairy donkey balls suck.
Not giving Mason any more time to worry about what would happen, Edward rolled Mason over and had him lying across his lap in seconds. Stretched out across the bed, with his ass pointing up at the ceiling, Mason felt exposed and completely dominated.
His cock throbbed in its tight cage trying to get hard. Mason knew that if it weren’t for the cage, his cock would be hard and dripping on Edward’s lap. All his cock managed to do now was swell just enough to press against the smooth sides of his cage. His cage. God wasn’t that erotic?
Tightening his muscles, Mason braced for the spanking. He was expecting the first impact from Edward’s hand to hurt. But the feeling of Edward’s hand as it came down on his ass wasn’t painful, it was warm and erotic. The sting radiated through his body and sent shivers along every nerve.
It was supposed to be a punishment, right? As Edward’s hand came down slowly and gently, alternating between each cheek of Mason’s ass, heat flooded his body and a moan of pleasure escaped.
Afraid Edward would be upset that Mason liked his punishment, Mason froze, trying to control his reactions better. He was torn. On one hand, he wanted the almost painful pleasure to continue but he also realized that lying was what upset Edward the most.
Unsure of what to do, Mason opened his mouth and was about to confess when Edward paused his spanking. “I want you to trust me, sweet boy. I have very carefully considered my options regarding your punishment.”
Feeling his daddy’s hand continue to come down against his ass, Mason didn’t fight his body’s reaction. Arching his ass up, Mason moaned and for the first time hated the cage that kept his cock from getting hard.
Any other time, he knew he would be so close to coming that the slightest touch to his cock would set him off. Rubbing his cock against Edward’s pants would have had him coming in seconds.
Thrusting his ass up in the air, Mason almost didn’t recognize the whimpers and pleas that escaped him. His whole body tingled and the warmth from his ass seemed to radiate to every pleasure point. It was incredible.
“Does my boy like his spanking?” Edward’s voice was deep and smooth. Mason could hear Edward’s desire in every word.
“Yes. Daddy, yes.” Mason didn’t bother to hide his pleasure…or his need. “More, Daddy. Please.”
“I thought you would like this. My boy’s been waiting a long time for his first spanking from his daddy. However, your spanking would have been significantly more pleasurable if you were able to orgasm now. Wouldn’t it?” Edward paused between each swing of his hand to rub and caress Mason’s throbbing ass.
Mason groaned, this time not in pleasure. He was frustrated, and not in a good way.
“Yes, Daddy.” His breath hitched as Edward squeezed his right cheek. Stopping in that gray area just before the painful pleasure crossed into genuine pain.
He was finally beginning to understand his daddy’s punishment.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Mason’s breath hitched and he moaned as Edward’s thumb teased the tight ring of muscles that was begging for attention. “Please, Daddy.”
“I know, sweet boy. I’m sorry too. You need to understand that I’m serious about taking care of you, Boy. Part of taking care of you is making sure you understand when you’ve done something wrong.” Mason could hear the emotion in Edward’s rich voice.
“I will not shirk my responsibilities as your daddy. However, I find that I cannot wait to have you bent over my lap again. Next time with your hard erection rubbing against my legs.” Edward’s deep voice was rich with emotion. Mason could hear the excitement and pleasure that ran through Edward’s voice.
Shuddering, Mason moaned again. “Me, too, Daddy. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“I know, sweet boy. I hope you remember this and that we don’t have to repeat this punishment. The next time I touch you and spank you I want to see your hard cock and feel how excited you are.”
“Yes.” Mason had to take a moment and catch his breath. “Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.”
Mason finally stopped chasing the pleasure and simply surrendered. Lying across Edward’s lap, every muscle relaxed and he sank into the warmth that radiated through him. It was like he was floating, detached from everything.
After a few minutes, Mason realized that Edward had stopped his spanking and was just rubbing his ass. He just lay there and soaked up his daddy’s touch. It was perfect. Except for the cage. Well, maybe the cage was perfect too.
It took him a few more minutes to realize that Edward was talking to him. “Yes, Daddy?”
“We’re not done with your punishment, baby boy.” Edward’s voice was even deeper, desire clear in every word. What else could he have thought up?
“Yes, Daddy.” Mason wasn’t going to argue. Whatever Daddy wanted was probably fair.
Reaching for his bag again, Edward pulled out something small and black. It could be anything, but Mason had a feeling he knew what it was.
Edward reached across the bed and opened the beside drawer, in moments he had the lube out and was doing something with the container behind Mason’s head. He tried to resist turning his head to look but that didn’t last long.
Peaking behind him, Mason saw that Edward had lubed up two fingers of one hand and was holding the little black toy in his other hand. A plug. A smooth, slender butt plug. It wasn’t very long and Mason knew the width wouldn’t stretch him very far.
Bringing the plug to Mason’s mouth, Edward gave him a heated look. “Open, sweet boy. I want to make sure your toy is all nice and wet when I plug your pretty bottom.”
Mason’s whole body shook as a shiver raced through him. It was dirty and probably should be humiliating. But as he stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked the shiny plug, his cock started leaking precum. He knew if it weren’t for the cage, he would have come right then.
Yeah, it was naughty and maybe technically a little weird but it pushed every button he didn’t even know he had. Still licking the plug, Mason moaned as Edward breached his hole, his long, thick finger sliding in easily. Mason’s body effortlessly opened to Edward. He was desperate for his daddy’s touch.
“That’s Daddy’s good boy. Look at how sexy you are. Licking your plug like a good boy. I’m very proud of you.” Mason could feel Edward’s hard cock throbbing beneath him. With every lick, Edward’s cock jerked and pressed against Mason’s stomach.
Edward’s finger slid deeper into Mason, lubing and stretching his tight hole. Every nerve tingled and he couldn’t help the desperate sounds he made as Edward slowly stretched him. It was incredible. It was wonderful. It was his daddy touching him and controlling him. It was so godawful frustrating it wasn’t funny.
A punishment built on unrelenting, unending pleasure was almost diabolical. Just knowing he wasn’t going to get to come made everything hotter. When he added in the crazy emotions being punished added to the mix it made him desperate for more. God, it was a never-ending cycle.
Focusing on the feeling of Edward’s finger slowly fucking his ass, Mason didn’t even realize he was begging until Edward added a second finger and took the plug away from his mouth. “Shh. That’s a good boy. I know how hard this is, sweet boy. You look so incredible. So desperate and needy. More beautiful than I could ever imagine.”
“Please…please…please,” Mason shuddered
and groaned as Edward’s fingers stretched his hole, prepping him for the plug that would make things even harder.
Edward’s fingers stretched and twisted, lubing him up and opening his body. There was no hesitation; Edward knew Mason’s body was his. For pleasure…pain…anything he wanted, Mason would give it.
Mason lost track of time as Edward touched and caressed him but eventually Edward slid his fingers out of Mason’s body and he felt the plug pushing against his anus. Moaning as the hard plug slid past the tight ring of muscles, Mason arched up and pushed into it. Desperate for more, even if he wasn’t going to get to orgasm.
When the plug was finally seated, Edward patted his butt and gave it a squeeze. “There, sweet boy. Don’t you look so pretty for daddy?”
Mason shivered, words completely escaping him. His entire body was focused on the hard plug lodged in his ass that started to vibrate. The hum of the toy as it vibrated was all Mason could hear. The tremors that raced through him were all he could feel.
Edward seemed to understand that Mason couldn’t focus on anything else but the pulsing pleasure that radiated from his ass. Turning off the plug, Edward paused, waiting for Mason to be able to focus.
“Boy?”
It took a few tries before Mason could answer him, but eventually Mason was able to respond. “Yes, Daddy?”
“Corner time.”
Huh? “Corner—oh corner time.” Mason couldn’t even process anything. It was erotic, naughty, and completely overwhelming.
Helping Mason climb off the bed, Edward guided him to an empty corner in his bedroom. Facing the blank wall of the corner, Mason felt the plug begin to vibrate again. Arching back, he couldn’t control the need to thrust even though his cock was throbbing against the tight confines of the cage.
The combination of the weight of the cage, the heat from his spanked ass, and the pleasure from the plug took his breath away.
“Now, Boy. You are going to stay here and think about how you lied to your daddy and how a good boy should behave. I’m going to go out to the living room and order dinner. When dinner arrives I will come back and we will finish our discussion on your punishment and your behavior.” Edward stepped closer and pressed his hard body against Mason. “I expect you to stand right here, naked and needy, sweet boy.”