Chapter 22

Dean

The naughty boy spread his legs to silently encourage Tate to keep teasing his cock and promising to do wicked things to his balls, but Joel shifted so he could wrap his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "You and Tate are going to take good care of me."

He was still manipulative as hell, but he was also something other than a full grown-up. He was making quiet happy sounds as Tate petted his balls and the cage he was in, but he was snuggling up to me and looking utterly adorable. "You guys always do nice things to me and this is just the same."

Just the same, huh?

Giving in, I nodded and reached up to stroke the back of his head as he kissed my cheek again. "You're right. We're going to take good care of you and have fun playing."

With the slender vibrator that Derek had said would give Joel's prostate a lot of wonderful attention. Yep, we were just going to play with the cutie who'd decided being a full grown-up was a boring decision.

"Thank you." Giving me a beaming smile like the whole thing had been my idea and I was just amazing, Joel hugged me again. "You're the best."

With stage one of his manipulation complete, he curled into me again but peeked over at Tate. "You're the best too."

The best at giving his caged cock attention and at shifting us into an even more interesting scene than we'd found ourselves in to begin with. If he was so adorable he was doing happy dances for winning games I was pretty sure were rigged, how could he want to kiss our cocks as his reward?

Tate clearly didn't see the problem and it was clear Joel was doing exactly what he wanted, but it was kind of hard to wrap my mind around.

"Alright, you give Dean more hugs and kisses and I'm going to go get your other toy." Tate leaned over and kissed Joel's cheek like this was just what an afternoon looked like for us, and then he kissed mine.

Maybe this was just an afternoon for us?

"Be a good boy." Tate's tone was more cheerful or lilting than it usually was, and he looked like he knew Joel was more childlike in the moment…or something close to that.

The conversation we were having and his goals said playfulness didn't equal innocence. With Joel that shouldn't have surprised me, though.

No, he always had to do things his own way and whatever we were exploring at the moment was one of them. Besides, who would he have explored this with before? He was a Grade A attention whore and this was not an activity he would've played around with on his own.

Primarily because he needed someone to hug, kiss, and manipulate…which was me at the moment since Tate had wiggled free of Joel's legs.

"I like being good for Dean." Aiming all his cuteness at me, Joel smiled sweetly and curled up into me like he was a cat. "I'm your good boy, aren't I?"

I wasn't sure what his new manipulation goal was, but I let him work his magic as I leaned back into the couch. He made a happy sound at the new position and gave a wiggle, so I'd clearly done something that he liked.

Guessing would've been too stressful, though, so I nodded and rubbed his back. "You are. You were a good boy when we were playing the board game, and you were good when you helped me pick out dinner, and you were very good when I put your cage on."

I'd done a good job on it and he liked it, so I wasn't going to ignore it.

Joel squealed and nodded, petting my chest. "So you were a good boy too. You were a good loser for the game and you're going to make me a yummy dinner and you did a good job making me cute and tiny."

I wasn't sure how I should respond to his list, but he fixed that before I had time to worry. Joel just sat up, still smiling ear-to-ear and pulled out the front of his pajama bottoms again. "See? It's soft and special and I got my cutie."

Did I owe him a thank-you for finding other things for me to verbally trip over? I didn't have to worry about the first list anymore, so it seemed reasonable.

"I'm glad it's soft and that it doesn't hurt." Kissing his cheek, I pushed aside how weird the conversation felt and focused on how happy he was. "You are very special and you've got a very nice cutie."

I sounded insane, but Joel was incredibly excited. "You really like it?"

Looking back down at his penis, he smiled. "I like it."

That was obvious.

But it was possible that my feelings on the new toy weren't quite so clear. I wasn't sure the best way to fix that, so I decided to take a page from Tate's playbook. Pushing down the front of Joel's jammies, I leaned him back so he was all innocent sweetness and then a cock cage. "I'm glad you like it. I like having you all wrapped up."

Okay, not bad and it got me a giggle from Joel. "It's really cute."

And he was going to keep pointing that out for all eternity.

"It is and I'm really glad you like it and that it makes you happy." No point in leaving that part out since it was what I was most comfortable with.

"You like making me happy?" Joel's mind skipped to a new topic, but his question seemed serious.

"Yes." Not sure where the conversation was going, I did my best to answer it thoroughly. "I like it when you're excited and when you find something that makes you feel good or confident, I guess."

Joel smiled at me like I was the cutest thing he'd ever seen and snuggled closer. "Even if you don't understand it?"

Oh yeah.

"Me understanding is not the most important part." Because I was pretty boring most of the time and my brain didn't seem to work like his. "You having fun and being excited is what counts."

That made it a lot harder to overthink a situation.

It would just be rude to obsess about something that was making him happy.

"And you like taking care of me?" It sounded like a question but Joel's smile said he already knew the answer.

"Yes." My eye roll couldn't be helped because clearly, he found my answer silly and started giggling for some reason. "Too much."

Tickling him, I danced my fingers along his ribs as he squealed and jerked. I managed to keep him from flopping on the floor but he was too wiggly to keep it up for long. When I finally stopped the silly torture, he flopped against me and went boneless. "My penis liked that but he's stuck."

Oh.

I hadn't been thinking along those lines, so it took my brain a second to catch up. Luckily for me, Tate was ready to tag into the conversation as he came back over with the new toy all ready. "How does it feel when he's stuck but tries to come out and play?"

Marveling over how easily he'd found a way to ask the question, I looked down to see Joel shrugging. "Stuck."

Tate laughed. "Does he like being stuck? Do you like him being stuck when he wants attention?"

Scrunching up his face in a way that I knew was designed to look cute, he leaned his head into my chest and sighed. "What do you think?"

I thought I was being played, but I wasn't sure how.

"I think you like the way it feels but you don't know how to describe it yet." That seemed like the most logical answer even if I was missing a few key pieces.

"Yes." Joel nodded. "That."

Then he seemed to decide he was done with the topic and shifted gears. "I'm cute, Tate, look."

Joel pushed up his hips and wiggled back and forth to make his caged dick bounce around. "I like that part. It tugs."

Yeah, based on his reaction in the store, I thought liking the tug was logical.

Tate grinned wider and came over to give Joel a quick peck. "I'm glad you like that part. I do too."

Tate liked everything to do with control, so that was reasonable.

"Are you going to like the tingles part?" Joel gave Tate a flirty smile as he did something to go back to looking innocent again.

I couldn't figure out how he did it, but between one breath and the next, he was suddenly just a different kind of manipulative.

It was magic.

"Yes." Tate kissed his cheek before straightening to give me a kiss too. "We're both going to like giving you tingles and making you relaxed and happy."

"Floaty happy?" Joel seemed to be talking about subspace which got a shrug from Tate.

"I don't know." Thinking seriously about the question, Tate frowned. "Maybe? I think it's going to depend on what kind of attention we give you while you're relaxing."

Scrunching up his face again, Joel gave an exaggerated shrug. "Practice makes perfect."

Tate was trying not to laugh as he nodded but his snickers were escaping left and right. "I think so too. We'll have to figure out what makes you float and what makes you very, very happy."

Joel's greedy giggle said he liked that plan. "'Speriments."

"Yep, lots of experiments." Tate nodded toward the couch. "Alright, legs up."

Wearing another ear-to-ear grin, Joel tucked his legs up to his chest and the motion had his pajamas sliding down his bottom. Tate chuckled and gave the bared skin a pat. "Someone is excited to come out to play."

Joel thought that was one of the funniest things he'd ever heard and was still laughing when Tate and I rolled him over onto his chest. He was nearly boneless as he giggled and laughed, and was less than no help as he stretched out over our laps.

Patting the naked bottom on display for us, Tate laughed. "Silly boy."

Joel gave a completely manufactured giggle and pressed his face into the couch cushion. "No, I'm a good boy."

That wasn't believable at all, but Tate's eyes flashed with heat like it was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard. Seeing how much he liked the but I'm a good boy game somehow made it hotter to me too. Tate magnified that when he took his free hand and started stroking over Joel's ass. "If you're a good boy, you're going to stay relaxed and not wiggle too much. Don't forget."

The dramatic groan that filled the living room said Joel realized how hard that was going to be. "I…I won't forget. I want floaties and my tingles."

He was so confident he could get them that I found myself wanting to cross my fingers. I really hoped it worked out how he was imagining because I didn't want to see him disappointed over something he was so excited about.

"Then just relax and focus on how good it feels." Tate made a pleased sound as Joel pushed his legs apart and shifted his hips to offer his ass up to us. "That's right. Good boy."

Sexy as fuck.

But I had to make that clear or Joel might not relax.

Mentally pumping myself up and reminding myself that Tate had this part under control, I shifted my grip from just holding Joel steady to rubbing his back. Massaging from his neck to his ass got a long sigh from Joel and I could feel his body trying to obey the instructions. "Yes, good boy."

My words had Tate nodding and he leaned over to give me a quiet kiss on the side of my head. But he didn't call me out for being nervous. He just stuck to his silent good-job smile and went back to focusing on our boy.

Which was honestly perfect.

I didn't want this to be about me at all because that would just make it easier to worry about. No. This was about him and Joel and helping our boy to find his tingles and to see if he could orgasm with his cage on.

That was our only goal, so I did my best to keep Joel distracted as Tate fished the lube out of his pocket and got the slim vibrator ready. Whatever the hell Joel had been doing in the bathroom had gotten him used to being penetrated, so I knew the width wouldn't be an issue, but I still wasn't sure if he'd be able to actually relax with it inside him.

To me, it would've been distracting and embarrassing and I couldn't imagine finding subspace at all, so I had to keep reminding myself that Joel was very different. It was one of the things that I liked best about him, but it didn't make it easier to stop worrying until Tate brought the tip of the toy to Joel's ass and he just sighed.

Yep, nothing like me at all.

So as my heart stopped pounding and my slightly irrational worries faded into the back of my head, I squeezed one of his sexy cheeks and helped open him for Tate. That got another happy sound from Joel, so I squeezed him again…harder that time because we'd already seen his threshold for sexy pain was higher than I'd expected.

Joel made a happy sound and his muscles relaxed, almost pulling the toy inside him. Tate just grinned, loving how eager Joel was, but he kept the toy moving slowly even when Joel tried to push up to take it faster. "But I'm relaxed. See?"

That seemed to be about him pushing up again and pushing out because he got another inch of the toy before Tate popped his bottom. "I'm not going to let you hurt yourself or rush me."

Joel went quiet but that was mostly because he couldn't decide if he wanted to moan or pout. He finally settled on a dramatic sigh. "But I like rushing and I was relaxed."

I wasn't sure he knew what that word meant.

Tate scoffed but rocked the toy in and out. "If you want tingles, you have to behave."

The whine that escaped Joel seemed to be a grudging agreement because he stopped wiggling his bottom at us. "Yes, Sir."

Part of me wanted to laugh at the whole thing, but I wasn't sure that was the right response in the situation. Tate kind of looked like he wanted to stick his tongue out at Joel, so he might've been feeling a bit confused too.

Being a Dom was harder than the internet said it would be.

"Good boy." Tate didn't let that frustration distract him, though. He rubbed one hand over the pink area on Joel's cheek and slowly started fucking him again with the toy. "You're just going to relax because all your feel goods are going to be here and in your head. That's why you can't rush us."

I was pretty sure his brain and his ass could rush, but Joel sighed again. "I'll be good. I'm just excited."

And pouty.

Joel had his face pressed into the couch like he was getting ready to whine and pitch a fit, but he worked at relaxing his muscles and taking deep breaths. "I'm going to be very good so I get my tingles."

Fingers crossed.

The best way I thought I could help was to keep him distracted by soothing him, so I slipped one hand under his pajama top and slowly ran my hand along his back. "You're going to be a very good boy. All you need to do is take another deep breath and let Tate have control. You know how much he likes that."

Nodding his head grudgingly, Joel let out a slightly ragged breath, more from drama and having to be patient than anything else. I knew that confidently because he'd done it waiting for brownies to cool so they didn't burn his mouth. "I like making Tate happy."

"You make him very happy and you make me happy too." Making long strokes over his back, I tried to ignore the way his body was stretching and the rocking was slowly coming back. He just couldn't help himself, but it wasn't the frantic humping like before.

"I like making you happy and I liked my snack earlier and I…I liked you getting my cage and cuddling me and playing with me." Joel moaned softly, stretching out the sound like it was just a deep exhale. "I like cuddling, D…Dean."

"I like giving you cuddles, baby." Making my touch slightly firmer, I kept up the long strokes and kneaded his cheek when I got to the end of his bottom. "I liked cuddling you for nap time and taking care of you in the car."

I wasn't a hundred percent sure what we were doing with that part of our exploration but I liked it, and it didn't give me a heart attack to admit it. The slow, rhythmic thrusts Tate was making might've given me a heart attack if I was in Joel's place, but thankfully, I wasn't.

Joel didn't seem to find it frustrating even though it made me want to pull my hair out just imagining how crazy it felt. But as the session stretched out and Tate kept fucking him with the toy, Joel kept making quiet sexy sounds and clenching around it. The closest thing he got to complaining was a whine when I didn't squeeze his bottom one time.

Tate almost laughed and just rolled his eyes instead, but he kept up his torture and I made up for it on the next pass. Joel's happy sounds returned and he even gave a wiggle that must've shifted the toy just right because his entire body tensed before going boneless. "Oh…that…I…"

Whatever it was seemed to have killed a few brain cells, but Tate approved because he shifted his hand and managed to do it again. Joel lit up like a pinball machine before he sucked in a breath and shook. It wasn't an orgasm but it was something fabulous judging by the sounds he made.

Tate was having the time of his life just forcing the pleasure through Joel. He lit up every time Joel gasped and groaned, but he got a wicked, almost greedy look as he finally pressed on the button at the base of the toy.

And the pinball machine was back.

Joel gasped and it looked like lightning fired through his body. His muscles clenched and his ass clamped down on the toy as he cried out loud enough that half the building must've heard him. He sounded like his orgasm was almost painful and it just kept going until Tate eased the toy back and out of his body.

When the toy was finally silent, Joel went boneless and didn't seem to breathe for several long moments. I was almost at the point where worrying sounded very logical, when he made a soft sigh and I could see his chest rising and falling again.

Subspace?

Exhaustion?

Drama.

"I'm so smart." Joel's voice sounded rough but he was incredibly pleased with himself. "First…first experiment was a success."

He was such a brat.

"Thank you for making me so special."

But he was a cute brat…and I didn't care if he was manipulating me or not.