Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
With my free hand, I pinch one of his nipples while I kiss him, swallowing down his moans at what I’m sure is a sharp pain.
Jay gasps when I pull him away from my mouth, his eyes glazed over with desire.
“Please, Sir.”
“What do you want?”
“You…always you. Please use your toy.”
I push two fingers into his mouth, gagging him with them, then push my cock into his throat again, fucking his perfect, tearstained face. I alternate—kiss, fingers, cock—over and over again, watching him suffer for me, want me, give himself to me in the most beautiful, raw, and honest way.
When my dick throbs too hard to wait any longer, I let go of his hair. “Stand up.”
“Yes, Sir,” he replies breathlessly as we both get to our feet.
“I’m going to bend you over this table, pull down your pretty panties, take out the plug, and feed my cock to your hungry hole. You’re not going to be able to have a real orgasm with the cage on, but that’s not what tonight is about, is it?”
“No, Sir,” he replies, a blissful smile on his lips. “It’s about you.”
“Good boy.”
Jay goes easily when I bend him over the table. My throbbing cock points right at him, slick with precum and his saliva. As I pull down his panties, I lower myself behind him. Jay spreads his legs as best as he can, gasping when I bite his ass again, marking him with my teeth.
“Look at you, all plugged for your Sir.” I twist the toy inside him, start to pull it out, then push it in again.
“Am I pretty?” Jay asks, making me soar in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“So fucking pretty…just for me.” I pump lube into my other hand, then use it to slick up my cock. “Especially my favorite hole, all stretched out and open, waiting for my cock.”
I push to my feet, pull the plug out, then slam into him with one thrust.
“Marshall!” Jay calls out, his hot, tight ass gripping my body like it was made for me.
I lean over, my chest to his back, mouth close to his ear. “Be a good toy and make me come.”
I let loose on him after that, hands gripping his hips, pulling back, then rutting into him again. The table starts to move across the floor, but I follow, our bodies slapping together as I take my pleasure from him. Jay gives it to me, offering himself to be used and loving it.
“So…good…thank…you,” he says, the words choppy as my body pistons into him. I smell our sex and sweat, wish there was a way my dick could live inside his ass, the two of us always connected.
He whimpers every time my cock rubs against his prostate.
“Is your little dick trying to get hard?” I slam into him again.
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you can’t because I won’t allow it. You gave me your orgasms, remember?”
“Yours.” That single word ignites the last flame inside me, making me come apart, stars shooting inside my eyelids, body exploding into a million pieces that all have his name on them.
I thrust through my orgasm, filling his ass with my load until my balls are empty, cock softening too much to keep going.
I bend down behind him. “Push it out a little.”
“Sir?”
I smack his ass. “Do it.”
He pushes, my cum leaking out of his swollen rim. I lick it, get my cum, then stand and pull him to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We kiss, sharing my spunk between us until my jaw hurts.
“Now I fed both your holes.”
“I love it.”
“How are you, sweet boy? Good?” I wipe my thumb beneath his eye, catching the stray tear there.
“So good. Wishing I could come, but somehow, fulfilled too.”
“That’s my boy.” I grin, then press a soft kiss to his lips. “Come upstairs so I can take care of you. There’s a cooler with Gatorade and food.” I know he would have eaten a meal at work, but it won’t hurt to have a little more now. “I’ll feed you while I run us a bath.”
“I love when you use me, then spoil me. Best. Sir. Ever.”
I can’t help but kiss him again, this perfect fucking boy I love.
We go upstairs, and I turn the bathtub on while he sits on a towel on the bed. When I return, I feed him bites of cheese, salami, and crackers, before the two of us get into the bath together. He rests between my legs, his back against my chest, the cage still in place.
“I’ll take this off when we’re done,” I tell him, holding his cock and balls.
“You don’t have to.”
“Oh, someone likes his little cock locked up. I’ll keep that in mind, but I don’t want you to wear it too much the first time. It’s fun, but something we’ll use sparingly.”