by M. A. Innes
Breathing hard, Mason managed a mangled, “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.” Edward stepped away and walked out of the room leaving Mason standing in the corner desperate to show Edward he could be a good boy.
He couldn’t be sure how long he stood in the corner completely focused on the feelings running through his body. The warm tingling from his ass…the tight weight of the cage as it tugged on his cock…the teasing vibrations racing from his ass to every part of his body.
Gradually, though, his mind went back to what Edward said. How he’d wanted their first spanking to be one where he would have gotten to see Mason come. He’d taken that from his daddy. His naughty behavior had made Edward need to punish him.
The warring emotions flooding him created absolute havoc in him. The need to come and the desire to make Edward proud of him fought for dominance. Every time he got a handle on the feeling and pushed it back, the damn plug would change and throw him into pleasure again.
Finally, he heard the front door open and after a few more minutes, Edward’s footsteps started coming down the hall. Not moving from his corner, Mason’s ears strained. Unable to control the shivers that racked through his body, Mason did his best to stand in the corner and wait for his daddy.
Straining against the silence, Mason jumped when Edward spoke, his deep voice thick with lust. “Look at my good boy standing in the corner. I’m very proud of you for listening. Have you thought about your behavior?”
It took Mason several tries before he could answer Edward, but finally, he managed a stuttered reply. Even Mason could hear the desperation in his own voice. “Yes, Daddy…Yes—yes I’m s—sorry. I promise I’ll listen and—and you won’t have to punish me for lying again.”
There was no denying that it would be hard, but Mason knew he wasn’t going to put them in this position again. He wanted to make his daddy proud of him.
“I’m very glad to hear that, sweet boy. Your punishment is almost over.”
Mason fought against the need to plead for the punishment to be over already; he knew it would be useless. And even if Edward did change his mind, Mason didn’t want him to. Mason needed to show Daddy he was sorry.
“Okay, Daddy.”
“Stand right there, Boy. Don’t move.” Edward’s voice was hoarse and gravelly.
Staring at the white wall in front of him, Mason heard the rustle of Edward’s clothes. Was that his zipper? What was Daddy doing? The fantasies and pictures that raced through his imagination made the desperate need to come even stronger.
Hearing the delicate sound of skin rubbing against skin, and the heavy breathing coming from somewhere behind him, Mason finally knew what the last part of his punishment was going to be. It was devious, ingenious, and so incredibly erotic he knew he’d never forget it.
Listening to the sounds of Edward’s pleasure and not being able to watch or touch him was the hardest part of his punishment so far. He desperately wanted to turn around and touch Edward, to please his daddy.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
His imagination played the scene on an endless loop as he listened to Edward’s soft grunts and the beautiful sound of his self-pleasure. Mason had never heard anything hotter or dirtier. It was almost enough to distract him from the waves of pleasure still coming from the toy lodged just inside him.
He desperately wanted to know how Edward was touching himself. What made him moan? What kind of feelings did he like when he was playing with himself? Did he keep his caresses light and soft or did his daddy like it rough? It was maddening.
Finally, when Mason was at his breaking point, he heard Edward’s final moan and felt his daddy’s hot cum as it landed on his back and ass. His whole body shaking, Mason couldn’t control the shivers that raced through him. Legs trembling, Mason arched his ass toward Edward in a silent plea as warm cum slid down his body.
He was flooded with conflicting emotions. The shame of being punished and letting Edward down was still fresh in his mind but the incredible feeling of being marked by his daddy was quickly pushing back the shame. It was as if he was being claimed all over again.
Maybe it was Edward’s way of physically reminding Mason that he belonged to his daddy. Or maybe Edward had just found the punishment as erotic as Mason had. The spanking, the touching, even standing in the corner with the damned plug was everything he’d always thought it would be and more.
The pleasure ricocheting through his body seemed to multiply. Without an outlet, the feelings seemed to grow and expand until it was all he could concentrate on. He didn’t even realize the noises he was making until he felt Edward come up and wrap him in his arms.
“Shh, sweet boy. Punishment’s over. I know you’re sorry. Such a good boy.” Edward made soft soothing sounds as he comforted Mason, ignoring the cum that was streaked down Mason’s back.
Mason shook his head and as Edward turned him away from the wall, wrapped his arms around his daddy. “I won’t lie. I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He wasn’t even sure why he was so upset but the emotions just came crashing down as Edward held him tightly against his strong chest. When the plug finally stopped vibrating, it took Mason a few minutes to realize what was missing.
He should have been glad that the tormenting pleasure was over, but instead, he was frustrated. It was like he just needed one more fix to put him over the edge. Even knowing that the low vibrations would never have been enough to make him come, he still wanted more.
Edward ran his hands up and down Mason’s sides, making soothing motions as Mason gradually calmed down. Once he relaxed, Edward’s hand moved down to Mason’s ass and he grabbed the base of the plug.
Feeling Edward slide the plug out of his ass seemed to be more intimate than anything else that had happened during his punishment. It felt weirdly personal and made him feel oddly vulnerable.
Edward must have sensed the shift in Mason’s emotions. Because as soon as the plug was out, leaving Mason empty and needy, his daddy gathered him up in his arms and brought him over to the bed. Cuddling and touching, wrapped in each other’s arms, Mason felt safe and loved.
Maybe some people wouldn’t understand it but just knowing that Edward cared enough about him to discipline him had emotions welling inside of his chest. Snuggling deeper into his daddy’s arms and holding on tight, Mason knew there was no place he’d rather be and no one he’d rather be with.
CHAPTER 15
Walking through the condominium, Edward checked to make sure everything was ready for Mason. He knew he’d crossed the line from well prepared to obsessive but he couldn’t seem to restrain himself. He was on his third round of inspections to make sure everything was just right.
With Mason due to arrive in the next twenty minutes, Edward didn’t have long to wait. The last hour had been one of the longest of his life. Feeling ridiculous, he’d thought ten o’clock would never come.
Walking into the kitchen, Edward opened up the cabinet just to the left of the stove. Previously it had held extra wine glasses he’d never used but now it contained everything his boy might need in the kitchen.
Mason had been so pleased with the plate and sippy cup that Edward had gone out and purchased a variety of things. Some he’d thought Mason might appreciate but others were items he’d found interesting. There were now several different types of plates and cups, as well as bottles, silverware, and extra binkies.
When he was making his purchases, Edward had remembered hearing a conversation between two new fathers at the office complaining that there were never enough binkies at their homes because the little things were constantly being lost. Well, Edward made sure that he had several binkies in the kitchen as well as several in Boy’s new room.
His boy obviously associated the cups and plates with not only his desire for an age-play lifestyle but acceptance and support. To Mason, the sippy cup wasn’t just a symbol of his desire to be little; it would be a clear statement of Edward’s approval.
Edward may have gone a bit overboard in trying to show his acceptance.
The new plates and bottles were a perfectly reasonable addition to the kitchen. The binkies and toys were sensible as well. Even Dr. Sheppard would have to agree on that. There were certain basic items that he needed to have for the lifestyle that they were embarking into.
Dr. Sheppard would probably think that the playroom and nursery were a bit much.
Heading back to the newly decorated bedroom, Edward decided he would check one more time to make sure everything was ready for Mason. When he’d first started planning their age-play date, he’d thought of it as a way to ease them into the lifestyle.
The plan was that they were going to begin exploring things they knew Mason would like and start moving their relationship toward a daddy/little dynamic. He’d purchased a few toys, as well as a bottle and binkie, thinking they would be enough. Over time, he felt that they would add things as they became necessary.
As they’d started exploring the dynamics of a daddy/little relationship, however, Edward began to consider the idea that easing into the relationship was not what Mason needed. Their date and unexpected punishment session the other night just reaffirmed his conviction.
Mason didn’t need a daddy to ease him into the lifestyle. His boy needed a strong daddy who would help take control and give him what he really needed. Edward just had to put his own reservations about rushing things aside. Everything inside him was reaffirming the correctness of his decisions. Now he just had to see what Mason thought of his plans.
The changes around the apartment had stared out simple. The new plates and bottles were easy to put away but the toys and clothes had been a little bit harder to organize. His tastes usually ran a bit more minimalistic when it came to furniture. It was a bit frustrating when the clothing he’d ordered came in and he didn’t have anywhere to put it. So he had purchased a dresser.
Things had just gone from there.
The clothing needed a dresser, the toys and books needed a shelf, the diapers, and other items necessary to change Boy needed a designated location in the house. Justifying the purchases one by one, Edward had given up any sense of pretense after Mason’s punishment.
The next day, Edward had the remaining furniture in the guest room donated and Boy’s room had started to take shape. It would take time and there were a few other pieces of specialty furniture he still wanted to buy. However, for now, he was pleased with the space.
The walls in the room were still the original cream color but it would do until Edward could find the right contractor to come in and update it. On the floor in the middle of the room was a large, soft, fluffy rug in bright primary colors spelling out the alphabet. He’d found it when he’d gone to the furniture store in search of something he could use as a changing table.
When he’d gone into the store it had been to find a large, sturdy dresser that could be used as a changing table. However, he’d come out with not only the dresser but a large oversized easy chair that glided and the rug.
The room also had a tall chest of drawers that held the new clothes he’d purchased for Mason and a long low shelf along another wall that had toys and books. The only thing that was missing was a crib.
He had every intention of Mason sleeping in his bed, but his boy would need a crib for naps at the very least. He knew Mason would also find the crib incredibly erotic.
Startled by a knock at the door, Edward smiled knowing it had to be Mason. The doorman wouldn’t let anyone else up without announcing them first. Especially first thing in the morning. Edward would not let himself run to the door, but if his walk was a bit more purposeful than usual he decided to ignore it.
Opening the door, Edward was pleased to see a nervous Boy waiting to come in. Mason was fidgeting and couldn’t seem to decide what to do with his hands. With jeans a bit tighter than Edward would wear and a fitted button-down shirt Boy looked sexy, showing off his slender, muscular physique.
Reaching for Mason, Edward pulled him inside and wrapped his arms around his sweet boy. “You look very sexy, Boy. But, you’re going to look even sexier when we get you ready for our day.”
Mason shivered and tucked his face against Edward’s neck. “Get ready?”
His voice came out muffled but Edward knew what his boy wanted to know. “Yes. First I’m going to show you your room and then I’m going to get you ready.”
Mason’s head popped up when Edward mentioned his room. “My room, Daddy?”
Instead of explaining what he’d done, Edward just took Mason’s hand and led him back to the newly updated room. As they walked through the door, Mason stood there, seemingly unable to move.
Mason waited in the doorway for several seconds just taking in the changes that had been made to the guest room. His eyes moved from the changing table to the toys, then to the chair and back to the changing table. Edward could see questions flashing across Mason’s face.
It took almost a minute for Mason to finish walking through the door. Finally, he let go of Edward’s hand and stepped into the room. Slowly walking around the room, Mason touched and caressed everything.
Running his hand over the changing pad that covered the dresser, Mason seemed to be caressing it. Slowly he made his way around the room, analyzing the toys and books and even poking through some of the drawers in the dresser.
Finally, Mason came to a stop in the middle of the room and simply looked at Edward. Edward couldn’t tell what Mason thought. Boy’s face wasn’t quite blank, but he was definitely shocked.
“My room, Daddy?”
Edward knew that there was more to Mason’s question than his words said, but he didn’t know what Mason was really asking. Edward answered as simply as he could and hoped that it would be enough for Mason.
“Yes, Boy. This is your room. My special boy needs a special nursery. We’re going to get you ready for our day together and then you can play with your toys. How does that sound?”
Mason studied Edward then nodded. Had Edward answered his question? Mason was so quiet it was hard to tell. Deciding not to second-guess his plan, Edward walked away from the door and up to Mason. Wrapping his arms around his boy, Edward guided Mason toward the attached bathroom.
In planning their day, it had taken Edward several days to come up with the perfect way to ease Boy fully into his role. Mason always responded best when Edward took control and gave him what he really wanted without him having to ask. So that’s what Edward would do. And the perfect way to do that would be a bath.
A bath would give Edward the perfect reason to be touching Mason and taking control. It would also help to relax Mason and hopefully bring out the playful side that emerged when he sank into his little persona.
Leading Mason toward the bathroom, Edward slowly rubbed circles on Mason’s back. He was still so stiff and preoccupied. Was this too much for his boy?
“Boy, if this is too much or just too soon we don’t have to do this today. We can go out and have a regular—”
Mason shook his head and interrupted Edward. “NO! I don’t want to go out. I want this…it’s just…seeing the room.” Mason’s voice broke and for the first time since he’d entered the apartment, Edward could see emotions welling in Mason’s eyes. “The room was just so perfect. Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, Boy. I’m glad you like it.” Relieved, Edward’s confidence returned.
Edward hadn’t done much to the bathroom yet. He’d simply added some colorful towels, appropriate soaps and shampoos, and some toys. Every boy needed toys for the bathtub.
Stopping Mason in the middle of the bathroom, Edward quickly plugged the tub and turned on the water. Making sure it was warm but not too hot, Edward
added some bubble bath before turning back to Mason.
Smiling excitedly at the quickly filling tub, Mason looked up at Edward. “Bubbles!”
“Yes. Bubbles.” Edward relaxed as he watched excitement shine on Mason’s face.
Mason reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt, but Edward quickly pushed his hands down. “No. That’s Daddy’s job.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Mason moved his hands away but he couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. He was just about bouncing around the bathroom he was so excited.
It was such a complete turnaround from the shocked boy who’d wandered around the bedroom, Edward was almost concerned. For now, he would just accept it but later he was going to get some answers from his boy.
The last button finally undone, Edward peeled the shirt down Mason’s arms. His smooth, creamy skin begged for Edward’s touch. Running his hands up Mason’s arms, Edward loved the feel of his boy’s tight muscular body.
Bringing his hands down Mason’s sculpted chest, Edward tweaked Mason’s nipples, enjoying the gasp and strangled moan that escaped. His boy was so sensitive. Part of it was Mason’s normal incredible sensitivity.
However, Edward also knew that the chastity device Mason had been wearing was also contributing to his beautiful reactions. Just the thought of it was contributing to Edward’s reactions as well.
Edward felt the little shivers that raced through Mason as he reached for the button on Boy’s jeans. Unfastening Mason’s jeans, Edward eased the zipper over Mason’s trapped cock. The jeans had almost concealed the bulge in Mason’s pants.
Unless you were staring right at Boy’s cock, you wouldn’t have known there was anything different. He simply looked well-endowed if anything. He would have to keep that in mind for the future. Edward knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he had his boy’s cock locked up. It was too incredibly erotic for both of them.