We’ve been dating for almost six months now, and even if it hasn’t been completely smooth sailing, I can definitely say that this has been the best relationship I’ve ever been in. The second things start to get a bit rocky, we talk about it. Yes, sometimes we annoy the shit out of each other, but that’s just part of life. At the end of the day, we love each other and I’m at the point where I’m finding it more and more difficult to live separately.
Which is part of what has influenced today’s chosen scenes. We’ve basically been alternating between staying at each other’shomes, barely spending time apart aside from work, so things have gotten pretty domestic. So, with Benji feeling like he needed to regress a bit, I asked him to put away the laundry as a “chore”, knowing that it would be an opportunity for him to release his bratty side safely.
He hasn’t disappointed. I gave him a ten-minute head-start before I came looking to check on his progress, only to find the clean washing tossed onto the carpet in front of the closet. I asked him to tidy up the mess and finish the chore he was supposed to be doing and ‘make me’ was his response.
Bingo.
“I’m giving you one more chance to do what you were asked to do, Benjamin. After that, you’re going to wind up warming my cock and wearing a cage.”
This is apparently one of Emmet’s favourite funishments for his bratty boy. Emmet is one of Chance’s friends, and also one of the counselors at Charlie’s Little Community Center. I’ve gotten to know him and his co-Daddy boyfriend, Max, and their boy, Josh, fairly well over the past few months, ever since Chance introduced me to his social circle. When conversation turned to fun new punishment ideas for brats a little while ago and Emmet shared his go-to, I knew I had to incorporate it into my playtime with Benji.Especiallywith a little watersports and bladder control play thrown in. When I brought it up with Benji, he was just as excited to try it out.
Of course, Little Benji doesn’t seem as thrilled now that the punishment is hovering on the horizon of his reality.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he huffs, jutting his chin.
I arch an eyebrow. “Do you really want to push it, sweetheart?”
We both know he does.
We both want him to.
So that’s exactly what happens.
With his bare foot, complete with pink painted toenails, he kicks at the pile of laundry, keeping his eyes trained on mine the whole time. “Whoops,” he says drily as a pair of shorts sails through the air and lands on the edge of the bed.
“Okay. You were warned, baby. Remember that.” I grasp his wrist and lead him out of the bedroom and through the apartment, into the living room where the coffee table already proudly displays lube, condoms, and a cock cage.
Benji’s steps falter, forcing me to give him a short tug.
“Uh-uh, sweetheart. I warned you, didn’t I?”
“I don’t wanna,” he complains, but angles his hips to let me undo his pants. “I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
“Too late for that,” I chuckle, applying lube to the inside of the cage and the base ring. “So now you’re going to wear this and sit on my cock while I answer some emails on my phone. And no squirming.” The additional instruction will be close to torturous for him, especially if his bladder is as full as I think it is. I’ve been plying him with water and juice all morning, and he has not asked to go potty, per our pre-negotiations.
His Adam’s apple bobs, but he nods. Still, he’s not giving up the bratting that easily. “Fine,” he sasses back, then flicks his gaze to the couch, frowning. “What’s with the blanket?”
Unable to help my grin, I explain, “It’s a special blanket. It will stay dry even if you have an accident.”
My couch is leather and easy to wipe clean, but I don’t like the feel of it under my bare ass. Finding these watersports-friendly blankets, which are lush and soft but also magically waterproof,was like hitting the jackpot. Now I can sit comfortably while still knowing that clean-up will be nice and easy.
Benji’s cheeks turn pink and his cock attempts to plump up, which is not ideal for putting the cage on.
“Nope. You’re not allowed to come, Benjamin. You’ve been naughty.”
He shrugs and gestures helplessly down at his dick. “He does what he wants.”
“Which is why he’s being put in a cage,” I answer nonchalantly, “and we both know that will be easier if you’re soft. So stop thinking sexy thoughts.”
“It’s not that easy,” he whines.
“I know. But the longer you take to comply, the longer the punishment will last.”
Eyes widening with horror, he gasps, “That’s not fair!”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you refused to do your chores.”
Folding his arms again, he sneers, “You’re a mean Daddy.”
