He hasn’t come in over a week but he’s also been wearing the softer silicone cock cage. I’ve spent every day teasing and tormenting him, building him up, even edging him a few times only to eventually deny him relief.
Helovesthat kind of torment.
I made sure to test the vibrating butt plug earlier before having him insert it so I knew it’d be on its lowest setting when I activated it.
The poor boy’s sitting on a hair-trigger cock right now.
His training has also been going well. He easily rides the double dildo as long as I get him properly warmed up first. I don’t make him do that every day, usually only once a week or less. Leo hasn’t witnessed that play, either. Meanwhile, I still make him use other butt plugs and toys, because when the big event happens I want him ready for it.
It’s adorable how deeply Jordan blushes when I make him beg me to let him ride the double dildo or be DP’ed, especially when he knows I’m going to let him come during our play as long as he can do it hands-free while riding any dildo in the shower, or humping himself against my leg, or something equally debasing.
He always explosively climaxes like that, too.
I think it’s because I’ve flat-out told him that the night we DP him over my desk, he’ll have to beg meandLeo to do it, and the little slut’s never had to play that role in front of his tender, loving Daddy. Not to the extent I make him beg.
I take immense pleasure describing in great detail to my little slut how I expect him to behave when the time comes for our big event. I’m pretty sure if it was up to Jordan we’d have already done it, and would be doing it on a regular basis. After I’m out of office it can rotate into our play as a regular occurrence. For now, I want to dangle thisonething in front of him, to keep him focused and eager to comply.
Beggingto do it.
Anticipation.
Except for a Saturday three weeks ago when I unlocked the boy and turned him over to his Daddy for the day with no restrictions between them, Jordan’s been locked up and under my complete control ever since the day I reclaimed him following Stella’s funeral. He earned that entire day off to spend with Leo because I was busy all day filming campaign commercials for Ciro and participating in nearly non-stop Zoom calls with donors.
Meaning I didn’t need Jordan by my side. There were plenty of campaign staffers to take up the slack.
Also meaning I could reward Jordan.
Stick…meet carrot.
Don’t think that Jordan doesn’t get regular play time with Leo, because he does. I let Leo fuck the boy and do other things with him, including, yes, sometimes playing with the boy’s cock and making him orgasm.
But Jordan’s enjoying being firmly under Mister President’s thumb because he knows once I’m out of office we’ll return to our default modes and this current situation will become the occasional treat. He can enjoy this time now guilt-free, and so can I.
We didn’t tell Leo this but I’ve taken two more PDBs with Jordan under my desk and my cock buried in his mouth. I might have made Jordan beg me for them in exchange for letting him come, and for not using the mean cock cage on him.
Hey, he knows how to safeword if he wants to end this game. Part of me was almost expecting him to safeword before now but he’s dug into it with complete abandon. We didn’t merely plumb his well of dark fantasies, we brought in backhoes and started excavating.
Meaning the stress of the long years spent living in my shadow and working at my side has eroded deeper into his soul than he’s ever admitted to me or Leo.
Home stretch. The boy’s performed magnificently as my body man and as my dedicated slut. Once I’m a civvie again, if Leo decides I’m permanently on the bottom of the pile I’ll gladly take whatever Jordan’s Sir mode wants to dish out.
What I suspect will happen is Leo, the not-a-switch-full-time-Dominant, will carefully watch us and decide what permutation Jordan and I inhabit at any given time based on our individual needs.
There was a part of me which wondered if Leo might not want to share the boy with Mister President for this long and would step in to end our game. We still haven’t played at full-strength in front of Leo. Not even close. I made sure to discuss that as equals with Jordan one afternoon a few weeks ago down in my study—which disappointed him because he thought I’d summoned him to get a blowjob. But in light of everything we’d survived I wanted to make sure he was still on the same page as me.
See? Consent. I’m not a complete bastard.
Leo looks down at Jordan then back to me and rolls his eyes. “You can’t give the boy a break even on a holiday, huh?” But his light, playful tone tells the truth.
“The boy doesn’t need a break,” I say. “Do you?”
Jordan’s first attempt to speak comes out as a squeak. He licks his lips and tries again. “No, Mister President. I don’t need a break.”
“Do youwanta break, boy?” I ask.
Jordan manages to shake his head a little. “No, Mister President. I don’t want a break.”
Leo snorts. “Don’t say I didn’t try to throw you a rope, boy.”
