Page 32 of His for Hanukkah

“Then you know that you should only come when I want you to, don’t you?” He gave another too-light stroke.

“Yes, Sir.” Adam’s breath was coming out in fast, quiet pants. This was clearly a bigger interest than he’d let on.

“And you’re not supposed to get hard unless I tell you to, are you?”

“Nnnn... no, Sir.” He could barely get the words out, and that was hot as fuck.

“So I’ll just have to do something about that, won’t I?”

Adam blinked at him. “Yes, Sir?”

Without warning, he reached down and squeezed Adam’s balls. He aimed to squeeze tightly enough to hurt, but not cause any pain beyond the moment.

Adam’s hands flew to his shoulders as he fought to keep his balance and some semblance of obedience, but he didn’t complain or push Tate way.

Working as quickly as possible, Tate slid his limp dick through the row of rings and maneuvered his balls through the larger bottom circle.

He wished he had a cage with a lock on it, mostly for symbolic purposes. He’d had this on hand from a previous partner who didn’t end up using it, and it would certainly work for now.

And God was it working. He could already see Adam’s cock start to swell. It was just… gorgeous.

There was something about seeing this visible symbol of arousal chained up and under his control that really did it for him. Adam’s silky skin was already purplish-red, and his balls pressed heavy and full against their constraints.

He gave the cage a condescending little pat. “There, seems to be helping already.”

“Taaaaaaaate…” It was amazing how he could draw Tate’s name out into a three-syllable word.

He drew the happily complaining boy into his arms. “Do you know what this means, Little Star?”

Adam huffed. “That you don’t want me to come.”

He bit his ear. “That’s three more spankings tonight. What it means is that no matter where I am and no matter what I’m doing, I’m taking care of you. Whether we’re together or apart, I’ll be thinking of you and giving you what you need.”

“Ohhh…” Adam positively melted into him, lifting his mouth for a kiss. Tate was very happy to give it to him.

He continued whispering in his ear. “I’ll be gone for most of this morning. But I’m going to be distracted all day thinking about your sweet little cock in my shiny metal cage. All pretty and trapped for me.”

Adam’s eyes were starting to glaze over. How had he gotten so lucky to find a boy who fit his desires so exactly?

“Now, sweetheart, I want you to get dressed for the day and come sit with me on the couch.”

“Pajamas or regular clothes?” He loved that Adam was asking him. Would he like Tate to pick out all his clothes? Because if so, he was going to be wearing a lot more light, colorful, pretty shirts on the weekends, and maybe even to work.

“You’re going to be leaving the house eventually, but you may wear pajamas for breakfast and at home if you prefer. Or you can just get dressed in outside clothes and not have to change.”

Adam looked… disappointed. And a little bit frustrated. It seemed that he had goofed that one.

“On second thought, I want to see you in your purple shirt. I saw it hanging in the closet. Pair it with your loosest jeans.” He flicked his eyes down to the cock cage meaningfully. “I don’t want anyone else to see what’s mine.”

That was definitely the right choice and Adam scrambled to obey. Tate was continuing to realize that however much control he thought was right to take so early in their relationship, Adam was ready to give more.

It was fortunate for both of them that Adam was so good at expressing himself both verbally and non-verbally. They would just need time to figure it all out.

“I’ll be waiting for you in the living room,” he reminded as he walked out the door.

He grabbed the notepad and settled into an armchair. He hardly had to wait at all before he welcomed a fully dressed and snuggly boy into his lap.

“Alright boy, these are my instructions for you today. Read them and let me know if you have any questions.”