Chapter 16

Dean

Somehow, Joel's complete lack of subtly made everything a lot easier to handle…probably because it was hard to be embarrassed when I had to keep rolling my eyes.

And his ridiculous reasons for why he was already hard made it even more impossible to get uncomfortable about anything.

"I think we're going to take you up on your offer to help." Tate had given me a quick glance to make sure I wasn't ready to die of embarrassment, but he didn't second-guess whatever he saw on my face. "We're fortunate to have a professional like yourself to help."

Yep, the whole thing just kept getting more and more insane.

"You're welcome." Derek was still perky, but he seemed serious as he responded. "I'm happy to make things easier for a cute sub."

Joel sighed like the whole thing was wonderfully romantic, but the way he leaned into my shoulder said he wasn't thinking about taking home Derek. "Thank you."

There was no logical response to that even if he hadn't been talking to Derek, so I just ignored it as Derek went over to flip the electronic sign to closed and locked the door. Instead, I focused on Tate since he was definitely the head Dom in this situation. "What role would you prefer to take?"

He had to fight back a smile, but once he got his laughter under control, he nodded like it was a completely serious question that he'd needed to think about. "I'll help him get soft and then run interference for wiggles. Once he's not erect any longer, you can keep him that way while he gets measured."

Joel sucked in a breath and glanced excitedly between us. "Are you going to let me come or punish my penis for getting hard? It did it on its own, so I shouldn't get punished. It's not my fault."

I didn't bother trying to decide if he thought his penis was its own person or not. I nodded at Tate and just shifted my hand so I could rub Joel's back. "That sounds like a good plan."

"But what plan are we doing? Reward? Punishment?" Joel looked down the line of his body. "Stop that. We don't want to be punished."

Clearly different parts had different views on that, so I knew that whatever Tate did, I'd have to move fast.

Tate's interesting friend Derek had his expression under control by the time he turned back toward us, but it had to have been a close call. "There we go. Now no interruptions when we're helping your naughty boy behave."

Joel didn't get offended, but he sighed and frowned at his dick again. "It's not my fault he appreciates all the fun things in your store."

Since we were all appreciating the store, I just ignored that part and shifted so I was standing to the side. "Let's hope he appreciates all the fun things we bring home."

Joel just smiled dreamily. "He will. He's very confident about that."

As I rolled my eyes again, Tate grinned. "He's been confident about quite a few things lately."

Nodding, Joel rocked his hips back and forth, pushing his bulge out to be more prominent. "It just took him a while to figure out what he liked."

Snuggling up behind Joel, Tate pushed his erection against our boy's ass. "His Masters. Isn't that right, slut?"

Melting back into Tate's embrace, Joel wasn't shy as he nodded. "Yes. He likes you as much as I do."

Derek was the one trying not to melt that time. "Aww. So cute. I can't wait to help cage him for you."

Tate definitely knew the weirdest people.

"Thank you. I appreciate your help." Tate's answer said he was one of the weird people he knew too. "Joel does too."

As Joel started to nod, Tate took that as the obvious permission to keep going and pushed the naughty boy's pants to his thighs. I'd have died of shock in that situation, but Joel sighed again and closed his eyes. "You guys are the best."

Scrunching them tight, he looked like a kid getting ready for his surprise birthday present. "I'm ready, Master."

Mumbling something about pain and pleasure and telling his dick to behave, Joel shivered as Tate and I both reached for the tight little briefs he'd put on earlier and peeled them down. His dick sprang up like it was saying hello, but Tate was amazing and tsked as he shook his head. "Naughty slut, your little cutie is just begging for attention."

Joel's knees went wobbly. "I…I'm sorry, Master. He just really likes you."

The funniest and sexiest part was that Joel was being perfectly honest and Derek was having a really hard time holding his sighs in. It was obvious that he thought Joel was adorable too.

"I'm glad he likes me." Tate slowly trailed his fingers up Joel's thigh, smiling when he made the little attention whore's dick jump. "Look at that. He said hello again."

The conversation couldn't have gotten more ridiculous, but I found myself rubbing my dick against his side and slowly caressing his bared ass with my hand. It was impossible to know which touch made him shiver or smile, but I knew he appreciated all of them. "I…I'm making you hard."

He was making everyone hard.

"And that's making him even harder." Derek clapped his hands together before reaching around his counter to grab the measuring tape. "That's perfect for our first measurements."

Joel went wobbly again and I was pretty sure his eyes rolled back in his head as I reached for his cock and held it steady for Derek. "There you go."

He loved being objectified this way just as much as he had being a cockwarmer.

"Perfect." Derek's cheerful tone would've pleased Joel, but his next words put the nut over the moon. "He's already adorable but he'll look even better caged."

As Derek measured Joel's dick, keeping an almost professional feel to the weird situation, Joel sighed and nodded. "It's very cute."

And proportional.

He was cute in a variety of ways, but I was going to monitor his internet activity a lot more closely than I had been in the past.

"It is." Derek gave the tip a pat as he shifted the tape measure to wrap it around Joel's girth. "And it's going to look tiny when it's caged."

Glancing up at us, Derek frowned. "I forgot to ask. Is he a grower?"

Had either of us ever seen him soft?

The keep your underwear on rule prevented most of those kinds of interactions, so I wasn't sure.

"Let's find out." Tate smiled and then quickly gave Joel's balls a tug.

Joel's response wasn't one we'd expected.

Oops.

Frustration.

Anger.

Drama.

Those were the top options that came to mind when I'd tried to guess how Joel would react, but an orgasm was not on my list. Even Tate's eyes went cartoon-sized as we quickly moved our hands so his friend wouldn't get an unexpected facial.

I wasn't sure if the situation was hilarious or just our expressions, but Derek was shaking as he fought laughter that just tried to keep bubbling up. I was glad he wasn't upset with us, but that might've been because he hadn't expected it either.

Had any of us known that Joel was a pain slut?

I had a very clear memory of him being curious about a variety of things and he was really looking forward to his spanking, but this level of engagement with having his balls tugged was…unexpected.

Admittedly, besides catching his cum, I was slow on the uptake but Tate's brain worked faster because once he saw that I was saving his friend, he shifted gears. The slap he gave Joel's cock made my own start to shrivel, but it just had Joel's dick twitching again and more cum fired out.

Fucking hell, it was getting everywhere.

"Naughty slut. Did you have permission to come?" Tate's growled-out question had Joel going wobbly again and I was pretty sure his dick tried to orgasm once more but he seemed to finally be drained. "I know you're a naughty slut but were you supposed to show Derek that?"

Somehow Joel managed to shake his head but staying upright took most of his concentration.

Tate made another low, frustrated sound but I could see he was pleased as fuck. There was a wicked gleam to his eyes and he looked like he was the fucking man. "We're going to have a discussion about this later."

Duh.

That seemed obvious to me but whatever Joel was imagining was dirty and fun because he wobbled again as I wrapped my fingers around the base of Joel's dick to keep it soft.

We were doing this sitting down next time.

Derek was still shaking, but as Joel's cock went soft, he carefully measured the sticky toy. "And I have the other number. Perfect. It's tinier than I expected."

Carefully pushing Joel's small cock closer to his body, Derek studied it and frowned. "Yes, we'll be able to get him in one of the smaller ones. He's just adorable but he's small."

"Yes, his cutie looks tinier than I expected like that too, but I still think a locking cage will be the right option for him." Tate looked wicked as fuck as he looked down to study Joel's cock. "He doesn't have the self-control for any other options at this point."

I had to agree and found myself nodding. "Yeah, he just went off like a little firecracker."

That made Joel grin but it was a punch-drunk expression that had me trying not to smile along with him. "I'm…you're…that was…"

He let out a breath and turned his head to rub against Tate. "Cute."

After all that, his only thought was about how cute his dick was going to look. Shaking my head, I gave his dick a little wiggle. "We'll see how much you like having your cutie locked up."

It might end up being fun or frustrating, but I wasn't worried about him not being able to orgasm locked up any longer. I had a feeling all it would take is one of us glaring at him and just him stubbing his toe to get an orgasm from the naughty sub.

Hmm, was that why he didn't mind banging his elbow in the shower as much as he should have?

"At least you know how to quickly get him caged size." Derek studied Joel's dick one more time before nodding to himself. "Alright, let's get everyone cleaned up and we'll talk about cages for now and some things I'm going to recommend you consider for future scenes."

Yeah, I had a feeling we were going to be needing a few more toys to use to play with our toy…and I was right, but I had to admit, Derek's information was informative even if Joel was too out of it to appreciate any of it.

He managed a smile and a wave as we finally headed out of the store, with a new bag of fun and a lot to think about, but it wasn't until we were halfway home that he looked around and realized where we were. "Oh, did…did I say goodbye to Derek?"

Before I could do more than nod, he kept going. "I…I was cute, right? He thought I was cute?"

"Do you remember your orgasm?" Tate was frowning, but I had a feeling that was more about being frustrated he needed to drive and had to look at the road. "How do you feel?"

"Floaty." Joel yawned and relaxed back into the back seat. "And I think I need a nap."

Oh yeah.

"Water first." Derek had been great after the unexpected twist to the scene and made sure we'd left with water, but we'd wanted to make sure Joel wouldn't accidentally drown first. "Careful. Then we're going to talk before you get to take a nap."

And hopefully keep him awake long enough that we didn't have to figure out how to carry him inside.

Tate focused back on the road as we pulled away from the stoplight we'd been waiting at, but he wasn't pleased about it. "He seems fine?"

"He seems like he's half drunk, but yes, he's in working order and not panicking." Or looking like he regretted anything.

"Is he in pain?" Tate let out a deep breath as we got to the road the apartment complex was on. "He put it on his list, but I wasn't sure what to expect."

"Not that." My dry response got a chuckle from Tate and he seemed to finally relax, but it made Joel blink.

When he finally put the half-empty bottle of water down on his lap, he looked down at his groin and frowned at it. "You were supposed to behave."

"Nothing to worry about. He and his dick are just having a conversation about manners." My honest but stupid explanation of what Joel was getting up to made Tate laugh. "He's still in subspace to a large degree and doesn't seem to be tracking reality yet."

"All you had to do was go soft so everyone could see how cute you are and then get measured for your cage." That had some more of Joel's brain coming back online. "Oh, where's my cage?"

Tate was a magician and produced the bag from the front seat before Joel could finish his question. "There you go but do not open any boxes until we get home."

"Home?" Joel took his bag and peeked into it before he looked up and around. "Oh."

As I wondered if putting him into subspace outside of the apartment had been a good idea, we finally made it back and Tate pulled into the parking lot. "Yes, you have your cages and toys, and we're almost home. So you're going to finish your water and then we're going to take a nap."

Because he was exhausted for a variety of reasons.

"With who?" Joel's question sounded logical from his tone, but I was still thinking in terms of subspace and cock cages so it didn't make any sense. "Who am I napping with? I can't do it by myself any longer."

Huh?

Why?

Was he hurt?

Worried about something?

"Partner rule?" Tate's brain was working much better once he'd stopped worrying that he'd broken Joel.

Shit.

Partner rule.

Joel's nod had more pieces falling into place. "If we're board game special then I can't sleep by myself anymore. Everyone knows that."

Did they, though?