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hard. You’re leaking. You desperately want to beg me to touch you…” Walt’s lips were at his ear, but not touching. “My sweet, needy slut, more than anything you want me to spank that needy cock with my hand as you twist, refusing to give in. You remember that stinging oil on your slit, coating the plug in your ass? I made you beg me to whip your cock so that the stinging would end?”
    Reid shook his head, whimpering, hips jerking restlessly.
    “I know you remember me fucking you with the sounds, each one bigger than the one before it. You begged me to use the biggest one, you screamed for me when I finally took it out and let you come.” Soft air blew in his ear, Walt’s husky voice undeniable. “I want to send you to work tomorrow, caged and plugged, bound to my will.”
    Reid went up on tiptoe, stumbling forward. Walt caught him at his shoulders, steadying him, but not allowing a single touch to his needy prick.
    “Walt. Walt, you have to…” Stop. Touch. Fuck. Something .
    “Make you come with my words. How am I doing so far?”
    He wanted Walt to quit playing and touch him. He grabbed his cock, tugged it.
    The corner of Walt’s lips lifted. “I remember punishment after punishment for you touching yourself without permission, jacking off when you were told there would be consequences if you did.”
    “Consequences.” Reid moaned the word, tugging away. He didn’t even care anymore that he was giving Walt the win. Or maybe he did, maybe it was what he needed, deep down inside.
    “You remember some of those consequences, baby boy? I’ve already talked about the big weekend when enough was enough, I’m talking about all the little punishments that led to that one.”
    The tiny flogger on his slit. The hot wax. Weights on his balls. Oh, God. He remembered every single fucking one.
    “I can see it in your eyes. I can see you remembering the cage around your cock. I can see you remembering the sound attached to your Prince Albert and the baby flogger.”
    Reid whimpered, hips rolling, balls so tight they ached.
    “I know you still think of me when you jack off. Me and the things I did to you. The way I touched your nipples and your belly. Your cock and your balls.” Walt’s soft words continued. “I bet you fuck your cock with the sounds, calling my name because it’s not as good.”
    Spurts of semen shot from Reid, hot and shameful.
    “Fucking love that smell, baby boy. Fucking love it.”
    Reid didn’t know whether to apologize or cry or rejoice.
    “I guess you’re going to work plugged and caged tomorrow.” Walt finally touched him again, fingers rubbing the come into the skin of his cock.
    “You can’t…”
    “Oh, love, you’re my boy until Monday.” Walt looked so fucking pleased.
    “I don’t have those things here. I gave it up.” He’d told himself he didn’t need it, and gotten rid of everything, even though he’d known, somewhere deep down it wasn’t true.
    “Then grab whatever you’ll need until Monday in an overnight bag and we’ll go back to my place.”
    His eyes went wide, but…it was a bet. A promise. He wasn’t a liar and he never welshed on a bet.
    “What can I do to help?” Walt asked.
    “I need my clothes for tomorrow. These are dirty.”
    “And something for Monday morning. But you won’t need clothes over the weekend.”
    “You have a washer?” It was an inane question, but his entire body heated and he had to say something to cover it.
    “I do. All the amenities. But as I said, you won’t need clothing over the weekend.”
    “I’ll grab my stuff.” Oh, God. God. What was he getting into? His achingly hard cock knew the answer to that question, one hundred percent.
    Walt stayed right with him, there when he turned around, eyes on him, on his place, like Walt was trying to ferret out all his secrets.
    “I’m not going to run away.” He wasn’t, even if he’d wanted to and he was pretty sure he didn’t want to.
    Walt waved that off