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I moan again, throwing my head back as my balls pull up tightly against my body, “Y-Yeah, I’m almost there.”

“Show me, I want to see you come, Tesoro.”

I watch him as the pleasure starts to build. My jaw goes lax as my vision blurs. The last thing I hear before bliss overtakes my every being is, “Good fucking boy, Vincent.”

Ropes and ropes of cum spurt from my cock, with such force I feel a little lightheaded.

Chapter 26 –

David

What a treat it is, to witness Vincent hurl himself over the edge. His body shakes and sways as he comes down from the high. I stand up and walk over to him, wrapping my arm around his waist so he can lean his weight against me.

For the first time since putting my playroom together, I regret not having a bed in here. Instead, I walk him over to the pleasure throne I was sitting on and let him catch his breath.

I grab a bottle of water from the stash I keep hidden next to the wardrobe, its room temp, but it’ll work. I unscrew the cap and hold it to Vincent's lips. He gulps it down, greedily. When I pull the bottle away, he leans his head back and sucks in heavy breaths, a proud smirk on his face.

“I did good?” he questions.

Even though he already knows he did well, I still praise him. “Yeah Tesoro, you did good. You continue to amaze me, almost effortlessly.”

His cocky face softens at my words and I love it. I love how easily I can make his whole energy change with a few kind words.

I lean my head and press my lips to his in a gentle kiss, enjoying the way he allows me to take what I want. Stroking my tongue against the roof of his mouth, he hums, and I savour it in my mouth before swallowing it down my throat.

When I pull back, I ask, “Do you want to continue?”

“Yeah, I do. But, can I ask you something first?” I nod my head and wait for him to continue. “What nickname can I call you? I know you call me treasure, even though I always hated pet-names - I thought they were cringy. I want something for you, something only I can call you.”

“Well, what would you like to call me?”

“I know you go by Master David at the club, but I’m not calling you the same thing as everybody else.” He scrunches his eyebrows in thought, “My lord? Ruler?”

I shake my head. “How about just, Maestro?” I suggest.

“Mi Maestro.” His pronunciation is perfect, like the word was made just for him.

Stroking my fingers through his sweaty hair, I stretch up and press my lips to his forehead. When I pull away, I say, “How about we get that cage on you before you start to plump up again?”

Vincent laughs. “Sure, but you’re going to have to help me put it on.”

“I’ll do you one better.” I pick up his gift from where he left it resting on the floor. Pulling the cock cage out, I drop to my knees in front of him.

Carefully, I slide his lube covered testicles through the ring, one at a time and make sure none of the skin is catching or tugging. Since I had this cage 3D printed, it's easy to slip the next part over his cock. “Feeling ok?”

Vincent has his head thrown back, with his eyes closed. “Uh, erm, yeah feels fine.”

I fit the lock and fasten it with the key. “When we are using this at home, I’m going to keep the key in the gift box, so we don’t lose it. If we want to use it when we go out, I’ll keep it on a chain around my neck.”

Standing up from my knees, I hold my hands out and pull Vincent up. The cage is lightweight, but I imagine it's an odd feeling having it attached. Vincent's eyes are still screwed tightly. “Are you sure you’re, ok? It's not hurting you, is it?”

He shakes his head. “No, not hurting me. It’s just hard to not, well, get hard.”

I look down and see that his cock is trying and failing to chub up. After a while his dick will calm down, when it realises there's no room for it to grow.

“It looks perfect on you, Tesoro. Better than I had imagined. Now, you get to choose what we do next. I can fuck you, or you can choose something in here for us to play with in here.”

His head automatically turns to the queening chair I have pushed up against the wall, his cheeks flaming a hot pink. I remember from our night at the club, he told me he wants to try using it. The thought of sitting on his pretty face with his tongue brushing against my hole, makes me throb behind my trousers.