Page 50 of His for Hanukkah

“I don’t want you too full, though, baby, because I still have plans for you tonight.”

How had he possibly forgotten? Whatever Tate had planned would definitely make his Hanukkah better.

“Oh, yes, please!”

“Are you ready now?”

“Yes, Sir.” He took a moment to notice how nice it felt to slip so easily between being Tate’s friend, to playfully flirting with him, to submitting to him like this. They were just always so in tune.

“Then follow me, boy.”

He stood, then carefully followed two steps behind Tate across the room, his eyes down. It was fascinating how different this felt with Tate than with anyone else before. In the past, this walk across the hall had felt like a big deal, the only way that he could show his subservience and slip into a scene.

Now it seemed like a little footnote, an option to use once in a while because it was hot, but it wasn’t either the beginning or the end of the intricate interplay of connections between them.

Tate stopped and Adam just managed to catch himself in time to stop somewhat gracefully without crashing into him.

He took a glance up. Tate had chosen a semi-public room. People could come in and observe, but unlike fully public scenes, the voyeurs would have to make that choice. Tate continued into the room without closing the door.

Adam could already feel his excitement rising and his poor, confined prick straining against its bars. He imagined eyes on him, hungrily watching as he gave himself up to Tate.

Tate led him to a St. Andrew’s cross.

“Arms up, boy.” That deep, growly voice always did something to Adam.

He lifted his arms to the crossbeam and allowed Tate to strap him in. He placed a soft kiss on each palm before confining him.

Then, he stroked along his back and shoulders. “Do you need to know what I’m using in this scene to feel comfortable?”

Adam shook his head. “No, Sir. My anxiety is really around timing and plans. I knew that we were going to do a scene tonight, and I know you’re going to take off my cage.” He tried to say it without any wheedling at all, but he wasn’t sure if he managed.

“So, I’m not worried about what you’re going to do. You know my limits and I know that you’ll keep me safe.”

“Thank you for your trust. But you are a cheeky boy. I am, indeed, going to take off the cage. Which means that it’s now your responsibility not to come until I tell you.”

“I’ll try, Sir.”

“No, you’ll do it.”

Adam gave a small groan. Tate was already handling his cage, pushing his swollen balls back through the loop. The sensation was both pleasurable and slightly nauseating. Then, the wretched, spectacular thing was off.

It felt like a deep, full body stretch after not moving, but magnified by a hundred. Tate lightly brushed his rapidly filling cock, and he shivered from the sensation.

“I’m not sure if I can last, Sir.” He had to be honest. The thought of failure was making him just the littlest bit nervous in this more formal situation. “I’m going to worry about it.”

“Alright, try your best for me, baby. I won’t be disappointed or angry if you come early, but I want you to try.” That set his mind at ease. He would always give Tate his best.

His Dom walked around him, running fingers over his skin, massaging muscles, scratching his fingernails into his flesh. It was exquisite. Every sense felt heightened, every touch magnified.

At any other time, it would have been a pleasant tease, a gentle introduction to whatever was coming next.

But after two days of being absolutely on edge, he felt like he was steps away from coming. He panted and groaned, letting Tate know exactly what he was doing to him.

In the background, he heard the quiet sounds of footsteps and whispered voices. The idea of being watched, being on display drove him higher.

But even that awareness started to drift away. He tried to stay focused, but as the unpredictable caresses dragged on, he stopped trying to think or anticipate. He was lost to sensation, aware only of Tate’s hands and his goal of not coming.

“Ready for more, boy?” Tate whispered into his ear.