“You going to be a good boy for me?” I asked in my deep cop voice.
“Yes, sir.” He responded, his eyes growing wide when he saw me in my Dom outfit.
“Don’t look me in the eye, boy,” I said, lunging forward and grabbing his jaw. I forced his face to look away.
“Y-yes sir,” he said meekly.
It was clear that Luke had some experience being a sub; he knew to call me sir, at least. But I was going to show him what it was really like to get pleasure from something like this; not just be a toy for a Dom to play with.
He looked down, not meeting me in the eye. His meekness, his submission, turned me on even more.
My cock was tucked away in my leather jockstrap, but it pressed against the fabric, threatening to burst out. It was a desire so thick and strong that it made me ache.
I pulled on the ropes gently, tightening them ever so slightly.
Blush rose into his cheeks, and I watched as his rainbow jock strap throbbed.
“You’ve been a good boy? I think you’ve been a bad boy,” I threatened, the sharpness of my voice cutting through the air like a scythe. “I think you need some punishment.”
“I’ve been a bad boy,” Luke said, but a small smile flickered on his mouth.
“You smiling?” I asked, my heart racing. “Now is not the time for games, boy!” I smacked his juicy pale thigh.
“Ah!” he cried, the sound pain and pleasure wrapped into one noise.
I kept smacking it, oscillating between light staccato taps and heavy smacks, watching the flesh jiggle and turn red underneath me.
“Ah, that hurts!” he said, writhing with the restraints.
I faltered for a fraction of a second, checking his face. It was clear from his expression that he was enjoying it.
Come on, Luke, remember green yellow red… I thought.
He didn’t say anything, but continued to writhe in the ropes.
“What did I do?” he asked, his eyes pleading.
I had to pause for a moment to make something up, playing along. It took a minute, because I thought Luke was so wonderful in every way. It was hard to think of something real about him that I could pick at. I had to make something up. “You stole money. Tell me where you hid it.”
He struggled against the restraints, a mischievous little gleam in his eye.
“I said, tell me where the money is,” I barked, dragging the tip of the crop over his underarm.
He was looking down, struggling against the restraints, then said, “I’ll never tell you!”
I smacked the pale, pristine flesh of his underarm with the riding crop gently.
“Ow, ahh!” he cried, jerking away from the crop’s bite.
I was watching his face, keenly attuned to the way his expression morphed into one of pain, then of pleasure. Glancing down to check if he was still aroused, I was met with the beautiful sight of his bulge pressing up against his rainbow jockstrap. It was pressing against it so hard that a small pocket of his junk was visible in the crease.
“I’ll ask you one— more— time,” I said, smacking the riding crop harder with each word against his underarm.
“Oh, ah!” he moaned, writing against the ropes. The more he struggled, the more they bit him.
“Tell me where the money is,” I said, feeling my crotch strain against the leather.
“N-never! You’ll never find it!” he said.
I raised the crop all the way up in the air and brought it down hard, stopping just an inch before the tip collided with his flesh.
Luke winced, bracing himself for a blow that never came.
I got to watch as his body visibly relaxed with relief.
Setting the riding crop down at the edge of the bed, I walked over to the wall of toys behind Luke.
He was making little mewling noises as he tried to watch where I was going, but I walked out of his sight. Knowing that he couldn’t see what I was doing filled me with pleasure.
I knew he could still hear that I was present, because I made humming noises as I decided on which toy to pull off the wall. As long as he knew I wasn’t just going to leave him, I thought it would keep his anxiety at bay.
“Hmm… you’ve stolen a lot of money, boy,” I said, making sure to fill the room with my voice, letting him know I was still there. “I’m going to need a special tool to get you to tell me.”
I could hear his breathing from here; he was anticipating this as much as I was.
“Now now, I need you to be patient,” I taunted.
“Yellow,” he murmured from the bed.
19
Luke
I didn’t like not being able to see Adam, and even though I could hear him, not having him in my field of vision creating an unpleasant tingling sensation in my gut. I could tell an anxiety attack was threatening to grow within me and consume my senses.
But as soon as I said yellow, Adam reappeared in my field of vision with a Hitachi magic wand.
He knew what was bothering me — that I couldn’t see him. And as soon as I’d voiced that it was making me uncomfortable, here he was attending to my needs.
I trusted him even more in that moment. And from him showing up again as soon as I asked it, I could feel my anxiety smoothing out within me. It was further away.
“Now, where were we?” Adam said, his glorious muscular form gleaming in the light. He was beginning to sweat, and the shine was highlighting all of his amazing abs. “Oh, right. You stole a bunch of money and hid it somewhere.”
I was getting so into it that at that moment, I actually did believe that I’d stolen a bunch of money. I could see myself stashing cartoonish bags of money under a bed somewhere.
“Tell me where it is…” Adam threatened in his cop voice.
“Never,” I said stubbornly, careful not to make eye contact.
He pressed a button on the magic want and the thing started
