Blue

Wearing blue for the holiday, but also blue balled. It's the perfect, deliciously ironic look for him, a two-for-one celebration of his submission. While everyone else is out celebrating their freedom with fireworks and barbecues, this sexy little slut is celebrating his by giving it all up to me. He can't get off without his Daddy. It's a simple, pathetic fact of his existence now, a rule branded into his very soul. He's tried, of course. He's tried to touch himself, to find that release on his own, but it's like trying to start a fire with wet wood. Nothing happens. Nothing gets his cock harder, nothing makes his balls ache with that sweet, desperate need, than being a good little bitch and doing anything Daddy says.

It's not a want; it's a need, a deep, biological imperative to please that overrides his own basic instincts. He exists to show off that tight body that was made to be fucked and used like a toy, a perfect plaything for my amusement. He's celebrating his independence by giving up all control, and the constant, throbbing ache in his balls is a beautiful, painful reminder of who owns his pleasure. He's not just wearing the colors; he's living the feeling. His cock is his own personal firework, ready to explode, but it only goes off with my command. He's waiting for the grand finale, and I'm the one holding the match.