“Uh,” Ryan’s mumbled. When his hand went toward his stomach, I took hold of it. I gave him an encouraging squeeze.
Come on, Ryan.
“Uh, I think…I think that I would like to wear this one,” Ryan said as he pointed to a solid black one with stretch material.
Out of all the jockstraps that lined the table, I had a strong feeling that he’d select this one. It appeared to be what I considered the safest. Being a black, soft, stretchy material with no embellishments, or design pattern, gave him the comfort to ease into wearing these in public. The other ones will come in time. But for tonight, he needed to be at ease.
“Good boy, Ryan. I think this one is a perfect choice for tonight,” I said as I handed him the jockstrap. I placed my hand on the back of his head and tugged him closer so I could kiss his forehead. “Now, off with your boots and jeans and put this on.”
I stood back to give him just enough room to take off his boots and jeans without feeling like he was completely cramped. I held my hand out for him to pass me his jeans and then his boxer trunks as he stepped out of them. My cock throbbed as Ryan stood in his t-shirt and socks with his cock and balls on display for me. His thick cock rested atop his sack and leaned just to the left. His pubic hair was noticeably trimmed and made me smile. I was thrilled that he had taken the initiative to do this himself.
When Ryan stepped into the jockstrap and began to pull it up he stopped around mid-thigh. He glanced at me and then looked down at my chest with red cheeks. Ryan raised the hem of his t-shirt to just above his belly button, giving me an eyeful of his lower abs. He looked down at himself, and then returned his gaze to my chest.
“Uh, is this okay?” he asked and while gripping the hem of his t-shirt he pointed down to his pubic hair.
“It’s perfect, Ryan. May I?” I asked him if he minded if I touched him. Whenever possible, I always wanted Ryan to know that I respected his body. He’s had so little of that in his life, and he had gone the extra distance of shaving and trimming himself for me.
“Okay,” Ryan mumbled and nodded.
While my hand was splayed on his lower back, I ran the back of my knuckles against his flesh just above the hairline, down to the base of his cock. In some areas, his hair felt nice and soft, but his skin felt a touch on the dry side.
“Is your skin irritated?” I asked.
When he didn’t reply right away, I nurtured him along by rubbing slightly on his back.
“Hmm, Ryan?” I prompted again.
“It feels okay, I think,” he replied.
“May I put some lotion on you here? Your skin feels a little dry and I don’t want you to be bothered by it.”
When he nodded, I told him to stay put and patted his abdomen as I walked by. As I hurried down the hall to collect lotion from my bathroom, I had to adjust myself in my pants. The sight of Ryan with a jockstrap pulled up mid-thigh and just a t-shirt was causing me to harden. When I returned to the play room, he hadn’t moved a muscle. At the sound of my return, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at me.
Lord, help me.
He raised his eyebrows and he flashed me his smile. Ryan still held his t-shirt up in the front with those bottom abs visible. The lines of his abdominals taunted me. They dared me to lose my composure, grip his sides, and run my thumb along the outer edges. Ryan Hudson had become an addiction. Not only had he become an addiction, but he was an addiction that I had no interest in quitting.
I warmed some lotion in my hands and then rubbed it into his skin. Touching him like this made me feel ever like the protective, caring dominant. Taking care of him meant that I’d have a happy Ryan…and a happy Ryan meant that I was happy.
“How’s that feel?” I asked.
“Good. It’s funny because I didn’t think that it felt dry at all. Then you started rubbing the lotion on me. Now it feels good,” he admitted.
“It soothes the skin.”
“Is it the same lotion you use on me after you flog or spank me?” he questioned.
“No, this one is a bit different. It’s more for your general purposes, if you will. The other lotion has more aloe in it to cool the skin and keep welts down or from forming.”
A quiet laugh tumbled out of him, causing me to look up at him.
“Care to share what made you laugh, my boy?”
“It wasn’t a bad laugh. Just a laugh at myself, really. Because you like to take care of me, and I’m lucky.”
If he only grasped a fraction of how much I want to take care of him, maybe he’d understand. He hasn’t had anyone ever take care of him, but he’s in my capable hands now.
“I take care of you because I love you. I don’t do it for any other reason. I don’t expect anything in return, Ryan.”
