He pursed his lips, then widened his stance. “Yeah, that’s so hot, the cage got even more uncomfortable.”
I stepped away from him, biting back a smile. He was so perfect and didn’t even know it. I’ll have to make sure to tell him. But first things first. “Strip.”
His shorts and jersey flew off in a split second and it made me appreciate the practicality of sportswear. I would never take off my tight jeans or studded belt so quickly. His big, sculpted bodywas a magnificent sight, but it was the blush on his cheeks and his locked cock that made him absolutely irresistible.
“Bring me that chest.” I pointed to an old box that looked straight out of a movie about pirates. I’d found it at a flea market once, refurbished and lined with soft linen. It’s been my treasure chest since then.
Trent took it off the dresser and brought it to the floor. I guided him to sit on the bed in front of it and lifted the lid.
“Oh, you have a box of cocks.”
I snorted a laugh. “Yeah, you can call it that. I was thinking of going with something smaller than a water bottle.”
“I knew I’d regret telling you that,” he said without lifting his gaze from the contents inside.
“Don’t.” I stroked his thigh, watching goosebumps break under my touch. “It tells me you’re ready and eager to experiment, not only interested in theory.”
“Yup. I’m a hands-on kinda guy.” He spread his arms, presenting himself.
I flicked his nipple, and he sucked in a breath but didn’t cover himself.
“I’ll take a few cocks out and you can tell me if you like any of them.”
Trent reached into the box. “Why does the red one look like it has scales?”
I took it away from him and set it aside. “That’s a dragon cock, and you’re not ready for that one. It’s way too wide.”
“It looks nice. And the tentacle one too. It starts really thin at the tip so we can use that soon, right?”
“Yes. For today, how about this one?” I pulled out a realistic-looking dick on the smaller and slimmer side. “I can fuck you with it.”
“Yes. But—” He frowned and I could tell his mind was going a mile a minute.
Every person I’ve been with who hadn’t been trans or had been with a trans man before, had asked invasive questions using words that sent my dysphoria reeling. Trent had never made me feel less of a man, and he’d never know how huge that was. Now, however, he was struggling with finding words.
“With the help of this.” I stood up and undressed, leaving only my baggy black cargo pants. Then I pulled them down, scattering several guitar picks from my pocket, and revealed my strap on that held a cock similar to the one in Trent’s hand.
“Oh, ouch.” He cupped his trapped dick. “Yes, please. Just let me get hard. You’re so hot, I need this thing off.”
“Praise will get you far.” I kissed him briefly and pushed him onto the bed.
He scrambled to lay in the middle, his eyes never leaving me and my cock.
“Do you use the toys on yourself?” Trent asked, his arms splayed wide as if he was ready for me to tie him up.
“The ones I showed you are new, but I rode some of the others. Sometimes, I like my ass played with. I’ll show you soon.” I knew he had questions, so I’d rather tell him straight away, less he’d be too nice to ask. “My front hole used to hurt during intercourse. It’s too tight. I use my finger only when I want to feel super stuffed when something is already in my ass. But if I’m having so much fun with you like this, I’m not even thinking of being penetrated. I’d prefer to fuck you.”
He nodded. “I want to make you feel good, but I’ll follow your instructions.”
“That’s my good Cupcake.” I danced my fingers up his thigh to his trapped cock. “When I take the cage off, do you promise you won’t touch yourself?”
He gripped the sheets and thrust up toward me. “I can’t. I haven’t jerked off for two days.”
“Try.” I climbed between his parted legs and took the chain off my neck. The key slid in easily into the padlock, and I took off the neon pink plastic, freeing Trent’s dick. I wiggled it and it thickened in my hand.
“That feels so good.” Trent rolled his hips, and hummed low from deep within his chest. Holy hell, he was purring at my touch.
“No coming until I say so, remember?” I scooped pre-cum from the tip of his cock with a finger and spread it around the head.
