It was when Gene’s hand landed sharply on Ethan’s ass that the man focused.
“Let’s get you out of that chastity belt and get showered. We have to work today, and saying those words sucks for me. Trust me, that’s the opposite of what I want to say.”
Ethan just laughed, and he knew he’d enjoy the day regardless.
He was with Gene.
Getting out of bed, he held out his hand, and Gene took it. Then, he picked up the little key that unlocked the chastity belt.
“Can I wear it again?” he asked, taking a chance and trusting what the man had said about deserving the right to ask for what he needed. “Because I like it.”
Gene nodded.
“Absolutely. Would you like to be free from it today, or would you like something else to torture you?”
He bit his lower lip, and all Gene could think was how goddamn sexy he was.
How he didn’t know that was befuddling.
All the tattoos…
That innocence...
Gene loved that he was the one who was going to be the person who taught him how to be a submissive. That would be special.
You always remembered the master who made you.
ALWAYS.
“I think I’d like to be surprised. I want you to decide, and me to obey,” he said, choosing.
Well, that worked for him.
“So be it, Tala.”
For now, they needed to be presentable so they could get interviews done.
It was going to be a long day.
As he got the belt off of him, he put his hand on the part of the vibrating dick that was in his ass. It was barely buzzing.
Someone wore those batteries out.
That was impressive.
Slowly, he began removing it from his ass, and as he did, Ethan whimpered.
“I’m sorry. Is it hurting?” he asked, pausing in case it was.
Ethan shook his head.
“No, it feels so good. It’s making me want to cum again,” he admitted. “I think you practice witchcraft in your downtime. I should be empty. I’m not.”
Oh, he wished.
If he practiced witchcraft, his dick would be perpetually hard, and they’d be filthy rich, so they didn’t have to work.
Someone get him a genie and a lamp.
