“What word will you use if you’ve been pushed too far, Brandon?”
“Red, sir.”
“And what will you use if you’re approaching your limit and need to slow down?”
“Yellow, sir.”
I smiled at him and tousled his hair.
“Good, pup.”
I set the paddle by his knees and pulled two nipple clamps from my pocket. These were some of the harshest clamps, and none of the bottoms I’d played with could withstand these. Alison had lasted long enough for me to pull my hands away and then yelled her safe word. I crouched down in front of Brandon and showed him the ‘U’ shaped clamps that had small metal balls on the ends. A smile spread across his face and his pupils dilated.
“Hold out your finger pup,” I instructed.
I showed him how they worked by unscrewing the hinge so the two metal balls loosened and relaxed. I slid the small ‘U’ over his fingertip so a metal ball touched either side of his finger, and then I began to screw the hinge back together. As it got tighter, his smile broadened, and he looked up at me with eager eyes.
“For me?”
Mmm. So eager to receive a sharp bite. I nodded while I removed the clamp and set it on the towel he knelt on. As Brandon lowered his head to look at the clamp that sat on the towel, I took hold of a handful of his hair and tugged his head back so he’d look at me.
“Keep your eyes on me, pup. I like seeing the reactions in your eyes.”
A wicked gleam shined brightly in his playful blue eyes and one side of his mouth turned upward into a grin. I let go of his hair and captured each of his nipples between my thumb and index finger. I twisted his nipples with a fair amount of pressure and watched pleasure dance in his eyes, and he moaned. When his eyes started to close, I pinched one of the nipples again. The hissing noise he made was music to my ears, and my cock began to harden.
“I said that I wanted to see your sexy eyes, pup,” I lightly chastised.
“I couldn’t help it,” he replied honestly.
Neither time had he tried to move away or cover his chest to conceal them from me. I worked quickly to get the nipple clamps on his hard points. By the time I got the second one screwed on, I could see that Brandon’s cock was starting to firm up as well. I rested my forearms on top of my knees and laced my fingers together as I marveled at Brandon. Both nipple clamps were firmly in place, and his eyes were still on me. His chest rose and fell quicker now, but his smile remained in place.
I took hold of his cock and gave it a few tugs. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to exhale air quicker.
“Do the nipple clamps feel good?” I asked him as I dropped my eyes to gaze upon them. His deep red nipples were being punished between those metal balls.
“Yes, sir. They feel amazing,” Brandon answered. He looked down at his chest and the clamps that had his nipples, then he looked up at me again. He was all smiles for now.
“Do they make you feel like a dirty boy?”
“They do! Like I’ve just been caught doing something bad and you had to punish me.”
Mmm, I loved how he countered my moves.
“What would I have caught you doing that would get you punished?”
“Jacking off when you told me not to. You wanted to edge me all day, but I couldn’t help it and jacked off. So you had to punish me,” Brandon said and shrugged. He rattled it off so quickly, as if this had crossed his mind before.
“You are a dirty boy, aren’t you, pup?” I asked as I took hold of his balls. I firmly rubbed my thumb over his balls while I ran my hand through his hair from his forehead to the back of his head.
“Yes, sir. I’m very dirty.”
I let go of his balls but tightened my grip on his hair. As I stood, I pulled his hair so he would rise up on his knees. With one hand I undid my pants and pulled my hard cock out. I pulled his head closer to my groin and slapped my cock against his cheeks.
“Show me. Show me what a dirty mouth you have, Brandon,” I firmly instructed.
Brandon wasted no time. He gripped the base of my cock and spit on the head before he slid his mouth down my shaft.Such a good pup.He stroked my cock each time he pulled his head back. While Brandon worked on my cock with his mouth, I leaned over just enough to roughly rub and grasp at his back.
“You are a dirty pup, using that mouth like you are. I’d think you’d been out sucking all the cock that you could.” I gripped his hair tighter and tugged his head away from my cock. “Hmm? Have you had that filthy mouth of yours on some other cock?” I prayed Brandon would show me that I hadn’t been wrong about him being an emotional masochist.
