It felt like something had finally gotten through to them. Did Cass know what it was? No, but he could tell that both men had shifted slightly.
Maybe it was when Cass broke down, sobbing, his shoulders shaking because he was frustrated. Frustrated that his body was on fire. His cock was hard, twitching, aching. Begging for them to just…touch him. Hell, even breathe on him.
He was also frustrated that he was the only one showing skin. The only one who was being embarrassed like this. The only one who felt like he was on display for their amusement. No one would deny that was the case.
While they were saying this was for Cass' benefit, Cass wasn't fucking blind. He could see how they looked at him, and felt how they touched him. This might have started as an 'example' for Cass, but it had gone too damn far at this point.
The premise of this being so that Cass could understand that he was 'attractive' had long since gone out the window.
