Page 31 of His for Hanukkah

Adam’s voice came out muffled, but clear. “No! You’re going to work, so you don’t get to see me.” Adam would never be a little, but he certainly regressed when he was tired or emotional. Tate loved watching him make that show of dependence and trust with him.

“You’re angling for a punishment, boy. And you’re making me think that you don’t want to know what I have for you.”

Adam popped up. “What? What do you have for me?”

Tate gave him a pointed glare.

“I’m sorry for not getting up right away.” Tate maintained the glare. “And for being difficult.”

Tate gave in to laughter. Adam made him so happy. “Oh, baby, you can be as difficult as you want. I just want to make sure that you know what the consequences are. Right now, I think that’s three spankings.”

Adam laughed, too. “I’m not sure that will be a deterrent.”

“In that case, I’ve got something else that might work better.”

Adam gave him a suspicious look, but he wasn’t expressing any fear and his reluctance seemed to be more playful than real.

“I’m not going to be home with my little star today, so I need to know that you can be good. I’m going to need to lock up that cock.”

Adam’s response was hilarious. His hands flew to his cock. But was he hiding it from the cage or hiding an erection?

It seemed that he couldn’t decide whether to be excited or concerned. He’d mentioned orgasm denial as a desire and a curiosity about cock cages, but he apparently didn’t expect it to start this soon.

“No, boy, you can’t hide from me. Either safe word or come over here.” He pointed to the floor in front of him where Adam should stand.

Adam huffed, his cheeks red with embarrassment. Then he slid out of bed to reveal a very hard cock.

Tate laughed. “That’s what I thought, boy. Look at you.”

Adam’s blush reached down his neck to his chest.

Tate made an exaggerated sound of disappointment. “Tsk, tsk. We certainly can’t cage you up like that.”

“Does that mean that I get to come first, then? I’d be nice and soft!” Adam was starting to develop a naughty persona.

“I can see you need that cage far more than I thought,” he responded with authoritative disappointment. “You absolutely cannot come first. In fact, I think I’d better accompany you to the bathroom to make sure that you follow instructions.”

Adam rolled his eyes, groaning theatrically.

Tate stood, then turned Adam by his shoulders. “Alright, bathroom.” He gave his delicious, pale ass a slap to send him in the right direction.

“Hey, I was going! And I’ll have you know, that if you don’t want me hard, that is not going to help.” He marched toward the bathroom.

Tate didn’t rise to the bait, just followed his pleased and somewhat embarrassed boy to the bathroom and watched while he brushed his teeth and then tried to pee.

Adam let him know exactly how he felt about being observed, pulling out an unexpected range of pleas and negotiations.

Tate stood firm. The embarrassment was clearly doing something for him, because he was so hard that he could barely get the urine out. Tate imagined that the way he spoke about Adam’s dick with a tone of slightly removed tone of authority didn’t help. They’d have to explore this more.

Once Adam was done, Tate had him stand in front of him for inspection. He needed to talk with Adam about a few important things, and he wasn’t sure what order would be best.

Having their conversation first might stem the erection, but he suspected that putting the cage on first would give Adam a sense of security.

He finally decided on the later. It would make things easier for his boy. And be more fun for him, too.

Adam’s body was fairly vibrating with tension under Tate’s stern, silent appraisal. “This cock is all mine, isn’t it?” He gave it a gentle brush from base to tip.

“Yes, Sir. All yours.”