“Yeah. I researched it and wanted to try it.” His fingers glide over my prostate again. The gasp I make earns me an evil smile. “I do like seeing you needy and undone. I like knowing the unflappable man negotiating with the General Assembly over my budget is also the same man squirming and desperate across my lap for me.”
“Fuck,” I gasp. My cock’s throbbing inside the confines of the goddamned chastity cage—Ireallyshould hide the motherfucking things—and the mix of the pain and pleasure almost sends me over the edge.
“Exactly.” He twists his fingers inside me and my eyes nearly roll back in my head. “My poor boy is sooo close right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
His fingers disappear, leaving me empty and gasping, this time in disappointment.
I know. I’m a complicated slut.
I hear him strip off the glove and drop it onto the floor. “Sit up.”
I do, and he unfastens his belt and slacks, shoves down his boxers, and fishes out his cock. He grabs a condom pouch from the pile of stuff, which also includes a towel, and quickly sheaths himself and slathers it with lube. After wiping his hands, he holds the base of his cock with his left, grabs my hip with his right, and pushes me down.
“All the way, boy.” Dark, blatant hunger fills his gaze as he watches me impale myself. He grabs my other hip, his fingers digging in while he arches up and grinds against me.
I fucking see stars. Biting down on my lower lip manages to keep me obedient, for now, but a couple of more of those and I’m going to be in trouble.
Literally.
“Fuuuuuck,” he whispers, reaching up and grabbing my head for leverage to slant a kiss across my lips. He tightly fists my hair, which nearly brings tears to my eyes at the same time my cock throbs in its confinement. The hand on my hip holds me still but I can’t help flexing my ass around him.
That makes him groan.
“Damn, boy.” He nips my lower lip. “That feelsamazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Sir.”
He kisses me, making me lose track of time. Hell, I lose track of whatplanetI’m inhabiting. There’s a raw, unrestrained energy flowing between us, much like last night.
I’ve noticed this, that we tend to go off into some other dimension when we’re together. When we’re involved in sex or play, something primal and dark emerges. George the kind, gentle man disappears, and the sadistic Master takes command. Declan the straight, responsible, capable attorney and political operative takes a hike, while a needy, greedy bi-leaning masochistic slut rules my brains and balls.
“If you can come like this,” George tells me, “fucking yourself on my cock, then I’ll take the cage off you and you’ll get to come as much as your balls can handle before we fall asleep. If you can’t, then I’ll fuck you, milk you, and the cage stays on until morning.”
Nothing better to motivate me than that. I drape my arms around his neck again and struggle to find the right angle and way of thrusting to do the job.
Meanwhile, the helpful sadist squeezes my ass.
No, that really is helpful, actually, the bites of pain.
I can only imagine what this looks like, me riding him like a horny prom date while he smiles and whispers to me.
“Such agoodboy,” he says. “My sweet, slutty boy. Show Sir how you can come from a good fucking.”
Before long, it’s a deepcravingto come like this for him. Like my very existence depends upon it.
Then George spreads his thighs, and it appears that’s the secret sauce. It forces my thighs wider apart and his cock is now perfectly gliding right where it needs to.
George’s gaze narrows. “That’s it, baby. Get you some. Show Sir how horny you are.” He slips his hands up under my shirt, against my skin, and brushes his thumbs over my nipples before pinching them, hard.
I’m not saying this is the sexual equivalent of Chernobyl, but the chain reaction that triggers sets off a runaway series of sensations that blasts me off and rolls my eyes back in my head.
George grabs my hips again and starts fucking, wanting to catch up with me while I’m struggling to stay fricking upright. I think I’m addicted to the sound of him coming, that certain groan he makes, because my cock twitches a little inside the cage even though I just blew my load.
We both let out contented sighs, which leads to us both laughing. He pulls me close, apparently not giving a shit about the mess, and holds me tucked against him.
That’s when I hear the golf clap.
