Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Perfect.
“Look at how tiny it is, slut.” Joel’s drama was cut short as he looked down in awe. I’d done a badass job of hiding about half of his dick under my palm, and with the slightly soft thing going for it, his cock looked about half its normal size. “Show Dean your little cutie.”
His cock throbbed against my hand and tried to get harder but I had it good and trapped. Joel shivered and couldn’t look away. “I’m so…it’s so…oh look, Dean.”
Our worrier didn’t have any idea what to do.
“It’s…it’s adorable? Yes, it’s adorable and so tiny.” Dean’s brain was starting to function just enough to let him know he was watching something amazing…but thankfully, it wasn’t working enough to freak him out.
He could do that later once he’d seen this was the best idea Joel had ever had.
“Give his cutie a little pet. We’re going to find a cage for him because subs with a cutie like this don’t need it to be hard.” I was really glad Joel had been doing nothing for the past week but sending me weird dirty links because it meant I knew exactly how to Dom him without having to strain my vodka-soaked brain.
Thinking would come later once I was sober.
“I…” Dean’s hand stopped mid-motion and he blinked a few times like his brain was doing that swirly thing computers did when they broke. “He needs to be confident…and…and he has limits.”
“And safewords. We did that too, remember.” At least, I was pretty sure we had.
Ha.
They both nodded, so that conversation hadn’t just been in my head…or with one of the neighbors.
They were fucking weird but really well educated on crazy shit.
“As your Dom, I’m telling you to pet Joel’s cutie and tell him how tiny he is.” Orders were fabulous.
Dean whimpered and squeezed his legs together as his hand started moving again. “He’s so tiny and cute, Sir.”
Joel shivered again and his needy sound was louder than Dean’s had been. “I…you’re…”
Thankfully, Joel’s lack of a full sentence didn’t freak Dean out and our nervous sub didn’t stop again. The desperation in Joel’s voice spurred him on and Dean’s worries seemed to vanish as his finger started petting just the head of Joel’s cock. “Shh, it’s okay. We really like your cutie. It doesn’t need to be big to make your Master happy.”
He’d read the website too.
I loved it when we all knew what we were doing.
Joel whined and tried to wiggle. I knew Dean would lose his shit if I let Joel fall, so I held him tighter but that just made both their dick’s jump.
Oh. That was cool as fuck.
“Naughty boy. Don’t try to escape Master.” Dropping my voice lower got sexy whines from both of them. “Who does your cutie belong to?”
Joel’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, so he was no help at all.
Dean was, though. “You, Sir. His cutie belongs to you.”
“Good boy.” And that particular good boy was doing wicked things to Joel just by softly rubbing his slit.
The gentle touch looked like it’d have made me nuts, but Joel was squirming and whining and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. “Oh please. It’s tiny. My cutie. Please.”
“Yes, your cutie is like a little lollipop.” Leaning closer to his ear, I nibbled on it as Dean kept stroking Joel’s small-looking cock. “It’s going to look adorable in a cage. I can’t wait.”
Jolts were racking his body and his cock was back to throbbing as Joel whined. “You’re going to own my cutie, Master.”
Clearly that was a good thing, so I nodded. “Yes, it’ll be caged and locked up and all mine.”
Oh.
That was fun.
His orgasm started firing through him before I’d released his dick.
Damn.
I should’ve been more sober.
Luckily for us, Dean was still only half-drunk and pushed my cock ring hand away. Cum fired out of Joel like he had a little water pistol and Dean knew exactly what to do.
He put his lips over the end of Joel’s cock.
Some people just reacted well under pressure.
Chapter 3
Joel
“Oh, it’s even more perfect looking soft.” The internet was so smart. “Look, Master.”
I had a Master.
Giggles escaped, and they just got worse and worse as Tate chuckled and wiggled the tip of my dick back and forth. “I’m looking, slut, and you’re right, it’s perfect soft too.”
Dean was nodding but his words were stuck. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he just stopped trying. But that was okay because we could help him. We were his best friends.
“I think he needs another drink, Master.” Yes, Dean looked thirsty. “Will you help our sub?”
He was mine too, so I got to claim him as my sub.
“Of course.” Tate kissed my cheek and gave my dick one last wiggle. “I think he needs some cuddles too. He’s never gotten to kiss a cutie as perfect as yours.”