“My boy is very good with his mouth,” his Daddy offered with twinkling eyes before I could reply. “He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so I gave him permission to ask, in case you’d like any assistance with that pretty little thing of yours.”
Rene’s body subtly tensed, and it was eminently satisfying to know that the offer didn’t tempt him.
“I don’t allow my doll to be played with by others,” I said, tightening my hand around Rene’s cock to reassure him in that way, too. “Not that way. I’ve brought him out for display purposes only.”
“And he really doesn’t move?” asked another boy shyly, one who was the size of a linebacker and whose words were muffled by the binky in his mouth.
“Dolls don’t move on their own, silly,” said the princess, sounding breathless and aroused. Something that the state of what was under his sparkly skirt could attest to.
“Dolls are just… justtoys,” agreed another boy with a lisp, nodding enthusiastically.
“Precious toys,” I corrected him as the conversation drew more eyes and the erotic energy in the room sizzled around us. “Treasured toys.” Earlier, I’d pulled Rene’s cock and balls out of his open fly, but now I lifted his hips enough to push his shorts and underwear down to his thighs and expose him more fully. “Toys that deserve to be properly cared for.”
I pulled his shirt up. It was tight enough to stay bunched above his nipples all on its own, and with so much of my boy’s mouthwatering body on display now—his intimate parts decadently showcased between the two pieces of rucked-up clothing as he held his body in a subtly unnatural-looking state of beautiful stillness—my own arousal shot through the roof.
Becoming my doll wasn’t just whatheneeded. Possessing him like this was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I didn’t give a fuck whether that was a learned fetish I’d developed over the last five years, or simply a previously untapped kink of mine that Rene was helping me discover.
Iwantedhim to be my doll. It went above and beyond my pressing need to provide for him on every level, or the satisfaction I got from discovering and fulfilling his most intimate needs. Rene allowing me such total control—
No, more than simply “allowing.” Renethrivingon that control—on being mine in the most physical, literal sense of that word—pushed buttons that had my body in a primed, erotic state that was so glorious it was almost painful.
“Christ, dollbaby,” I groaned, running the hand that wasn’t gripping his cock over all the gorgeous skin I’d just exposed as I forgot all about our audience for a moment, completely entranced by his submission. “You’re so damn beautiful I almost can’t stand it,” I murmured. “But Daddy needs to move you into a more convenient position, so I can use my toy the way I need to now.”
Rene’s breath stuttered, ever so slightly, and another little tremor went through him. He didn’t turn his head to look at me, though. Didn’t move or react in any animate way, because of course a doll wouldn’t. He just continued to hold himself exactly as I’d put him, the fresh surge of precum that welled up from the swollen head of his cock the only other sign that he’d heard me.
My mouth turned up in a smile that felt positively feral. Oh yes, my boy—my dollbaby—was definitely thriving under my care.
My cock throbbed under his pert, round ass, and I manipulated his arms into something even more reminiscent of an immobile doll. I didn’t know that I could have held the stiff pose myself, but instead of looking uncomfortable or like he was willing to bear it, repositioning him just seemed to make him sink deeper and deeper into a dreamy state of peace.
Horny, needy, sexual-fluids-scented peace, but peace nonetheless…and if I was wrong, he always had his safewords.
I knew I wasn’t wrong, though.
“So he’ll just… he’ll just stay that way? With his arm bent out like that?” I was vaguely aware of someone asking in a breathless, aroused tone that sent both pride and heat surging through my blood in equal measures.
I adjusted the position of Rene’s legs and turned his head to an angle where I’d be able to enjoy a view of his beautiful face as I got him off, too, and the final result looked posed and unnatural and hot as fucking hell.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, making Rene’s eyelashes flutter a bit and a soft, almost soundless sigh escape from his lips.
“Amen to that, Daddy,” a sassy voice said over the slick, rhythmic sound of someone else who’d decided to take care of their intimate business.
I didn’t look to see who. Couldn’t. Rene was my sole focus, just as he was theirs.
“Do you hear that?” I murmured to him, tightening my grip on his cock and giving it a slow stroke as his breath hitched for me. “Do you hear what seeing you does to them?”
Small cries and panting breaths, low moans and lower voices. It was a symphony of need… urgency… fulfillment. Primed by the spanking demo, but tipped over the edge by my beautiful doll.
“You’re going to make them all come, sweetheart,” I said, releasing his cock to pull the small packet of lube I’d taken from the swag bag out of my pocket. I coated my hand with it, then wrapped my hand around his short, thick length again. “You’re the most perfect doll in existence,” I told him, gripping him tightly and pumping him with intent now. “They can’t keep their eyes off you, dollbaby, and Daddy can’t blame them. I want to show them all how gorgeous you are when you come. I want them to see this hot little cock of yours spill for me. I want everyone to know how beautiful it is when my doll does what it was made for.”
Rene’s abs rippled and jumped, his skin aglow with a sheen of sweat and a deep red flush spreading over his skin beneath his rucked-up shirt. I wanted more hands. I wanted to roll his tight nipples between my fingers and fill his ass with them, both at the same time. I wanted to massage his balls and wrap a hand around his throat and suck on his tongue… neck… pulse…everything.
And I’d have to do it.Allof it. Later.
Right now, I kept one arm around him for support as I worked his cock over, whispering an endless stream of dirty praise in his ear as the micromovements he couldn’t seem to contain—tiny twitches and bitten-off moans and the way his lashes fluttered over his summer-sky eyes, faster and faster—told me everything I needed to know.
His balls had started to tighten and pull up toward his body in a sure sign of how imminent his need for release was, but despite that, he still held himself virtually motionless. He was still my doll. He was doing nothing to hurry me along or rush his own pleasure or beg for what his body so clearly, so desperately, needed. He couldn’t. He was simply here to be used and displayed and taken care of, and that was so intoxicatingImight end up in danger of coming untouched.
Untouched, but not unstimulated.
