“If you’re good, I’ll fuck you tonight. No holding back.” The tenderness in his tone let Finley know how big of a promise that was to Kage.
“I can’t wait.”
“Keep your ass open, but don’t turn around.”
The sound of lube being slathered on something gave Finley some idea of Kage’s plans. He moaned at the pressure on his asshole as he accepted the dildo.
Would it vibrate?
Kage pressed a button on a remote on the table and a soft whirring noise started.
“Whoa!” Finley rocked forward as the toy fucked him in a steady rhythm.So that’s what the metal contraption was for.
Kage levelled his face with Finley’s and kissed his lips. “You’ll be a good Toy for me and won’t come. Is that clear?”
A tiny jolt of electricity ran through Finley’s balls and he pushed back, impaling himself harder on the dildo, sending the weight on his nipples swaying, pulling on the clamps. He released a loud groan, then gasped in a breath.
“Yes, Kage.” It was a promise that would be hard to keep, but he was determined to earn Kage’s cock.
“Perfect.” Kage pulled the headphones over Finley’s ears, drowning the sounds of the thrusting machine. “I’ll be able to hear you in case you need to safeword.” Kage’s voice sounded in Finley’s ears as if he was already in his head, fucking with his body and mind. “But stay quiet so you don’t distract me from my scene. Understood?”
“Yes, Kage.” The planning and care Kage had shown in preparing all of this was more than anyone had ever done for Finley. For sex or otherwise. Fuck, he was ready to cry. Blinking fast, he took a deep breath instead.
God, I’m fucked in the head.
Kage kissed his temple. “Traffic lights or your safeword both work. I need your verbal confirmation.”
He thought I was scared.“Yes. I will use the traffic lights system or my safeword which isglass.”
Kage cupped Finley’s cheeks in his hands and the Dom demeanour gave way to a soft expression on his face. “How are you doing? Answer honestly.”
“My body is strung in a good way. I’m stimulated just enough to— Ah!” He moaned as a zap ran through his balls. “Enough to inch onwards orgasm but I’ll try not to come.”
“Thank you.” Kage whispered then cleared his throat. “You’re the most extraordinary man I’ve ever met, Finley. And you’re my perfect Toy.” He kissed Finley again, deeper this time, setting fire to Finley’s heart when his body was already burning for this man.
Finley didn’t hear the click of the door closing, but he felt Kage’s absence. Soon, the screen in front of Finley showed Master Kage, the Dom he’d met months ago, taking the stage. He looked up at the camera and winked.
Finley didn’t fight the urge to giggle like the giddy sub he was and he let his joy fly free, laughing through the onslaught on his body. The electric jolts to his sac were probably random as the counting until the next one gave him different results each time.
Dylan’s Mistress stepped onto the stage in thigh-high leather stilettos and a corset, with her short red hair spiked up meticulously. She walked Dylan on a leash behind her. Finley assumed it was him, as he wore a gas mask concealing his face. He was clad in latex from the neck down with a hole for his ass and cock which was strapped in a cage.
Finley’s headphones filled with a muffled commotion from the crowd—the sound as familiar to him as the moans of Kage’s subs.
Kage took over the leash and laid Dylan on the bench, strapping him down with leather belts across his torso and handcuffs around his wrists. He placed his feet into metal stirrups attached to the sides, exposing his hole to the audience and to the camera. The nipple clamps that went on Dylan were similar to the ones on Finley, except the chain linking them ended with a hoop instead of a weight.
“Will you be good for me today?” Kage’s voice sent blood fast to Finley’s dick. Fucking hell.
Was he talking to Dylan or Finley?
Could Dylan even hear him through the mask?
Dylan nodded and mumbled.He could.
Finley breathed through the new wave of arousal that hit him at the same time as his balls received a zap. He clenched around the dildo slowly fucking him and wanted to scream in frustration. Reining it in, all he could do was grunt.
“You’re doing great.” Kage’s voice in his ear didn’t help, but he refocused on the screen.
Kage was speaking to Dylan, but Finley was sure he had heard his struggle over the mic.
