Scott blinked at him. Realisation dawned in his eyes. “If you w-w-want me blind or silent, you’ll d-d-do it yourself.”
It was almost a direct quote. Joe nodded his approval. “Until then, assume that I want to be able to look into your eyes and hear you whimper for me.”
As if unable to hold back for another second, Scott whimpered. The sound seemed to be dragged from every cell in his body.
“Good boy. Let me hear how frustrated you are.”
The shock in Scott’s expression made Joe chuckle. “Yes, I know. Playing with you and making you desperate to get off while keeping you caged is evil. But sometimes I like being evil.”
That, combined with a sharp pinch to each nipple, earned Joe a higher pitched whimper.
“I told you I didn’t put you in the cagejustbecause it would help you not to come until you have permission, didn’t I?”
Scott groaned. It was as close to a verbal answer as Joe suspected he was capable of right then. He didn’t press him for actual words.
Joe released Scott’s nipples. They were already flushed and slightly swollen. Joe took two small silver clamps from his pocket.
Gripping Scott’s right nipple and pulling it away from his body, Joe put the rubber tips against his already sensitised fleshand slid the adjustment ring up to tighten it in place. Scott moaned. His eyes rolled. Joe gently tugged at the clamp, then tightened it a little more before repeating the process on the other side of Scott’s chest.
Joe hadn’t expected Scott to be able to resist looking down to watch what he was doing but, God bless him, he didn’t move his scalp away from the headrest for a second.
His breathing was more rapid now, a little faster than was ideal. Joe wanted him on edge and loving it, but hyperventilating wasn’t part of the plan. He ran his knuckles up and down the centre line of Scott’s chest. “Good boy. That’s right. Take a minute and slow it all down now.”
There were small weights attached to the clamps; they moved with each breath Scott took.
When Joe sensed Scott was mentally ready, he indicated the frame in front of him and continued his tour of that particular piece of kit. “This is to let someone put tension on the clamps.” He pulled one weight away from Scott’s body and stretched Scott’s nipple out toward the frame. “There are so many games we could play in this chair.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
“But there are some things we can’t do in it.”
Scott met his gaze, obviously hoping for some clue as to what Joe wanted to do to him next. As careful and gentle as Joe was being, he could see how far out of his comfort zone Scott was. There were so many things someone could do to him in that club, and so many things that he obviously knew he didn’t have a clue about.
But at the same time, Joe had no doubt that Scott was hoping for information so that he could prepare himself and make sure he didn’t disappoint Joe by doing anything wrong. His desire for information had nothing to do with any inclination towards self-preservation. He was more under Joe’scontrol than any man had ever been, more dependent upon him, more willing to do whatever he wanted. He was more of everything that Joe had always wanted in a sub, and more of the things he hadn’t realised he wanted until he met Scott, too.
Joe lifted up the frame.
Scott tensed up, but he still didn’t move out of his psychological bondage.
“Perfect.”
* * * * *
Scott nibbled at his bottom lip. Obviously perfect was a good thing—it might not be an accurate thing for Joe to call him, but it certainly wasn’t an insult. Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The clamps Joe had put on his nipples tweaked different nerve endings in response. Scott closed his eyes for a moment, but quickly opened them.
Joe had told him to keep his eyes open, and Scott couldn’t fail him now. He swallowed as the pressure to remain what Joe seemed willing to consider perfect weighed down against him.
Joe reached out and ran a fingertip across Scott’s forehead. “Pretend this bit of bondage is unfastened now.”
Freedom was a dangerous thing. It was far easier to do nothing imperfectly when he couldn’t move any part of his body. Scott would have much preferred to stay frozen in place, but he knew Joe giving him permission to move was tantamount to an order to alter his position.
Scott cautiously tipped his head forward and looked down at his own body.
Joe picked up one of the clamps, holding it away from Scott’s body so he could study it more easily. The movement twisted his nerve endings again. The sensation went straight to his cock. Tearing his gaze away from the clamp and the smallsilver weight attached to it, Scott looked to the cage around his shaft.
He was leaking pre-cum through the tip of the cage. His stunted erection was pressed against the metalwork so firmly that his flesh seemed to bulge against the gaps between the bars.
Scott swallowed and looked back up at Joe.
