It’s one of those infinity knots now, because we all own each other. I can play Mister President with him the way he plays Sir with me. Even our Master belongs to us, and we all know it.
I use my walker to get into the shower and start the water running. Once he rejoins me I hand him the lube I brought in with me. “Get busy.”
He doesn’t need sock puppets. He gets himself lubed and I carefully stand, keeping a hand on the back of the shower chair so I don’t fall and bust my ass. Leo would already be yelling at me if he were in here. “Switch places,” I order. “Bend over and hold on.”
Jordan does. Now I can grip one of his hips for balance as I hold the base of my cock with my other hand and line it up with his ready ass. I don’t even have to shove in because he flexes his hips back, taking me in, then throwing me another one of those playful smiles over his shoulder.
“There’s the horny slut I know and love.” I don’t hold back. I dig my fingers into both hips and he’s along for the ride as I fuck him hard, deep, no worries about hurting him because the plug has more than loosened him for me. Our flesh wetly slaps as the shower steams up and I quickly work my way toward my third nut of the day.
Oh, Jordan’s not going to come right now. I haven’t even decided if I’ll let him come tomorrow. Again, I know from experience how needy and compliant wearing the chastity cage can make a guy. He gets especially horny and eager to please—and dives deep into his darkest desires—if I let him spin for a little while.
And after the last several shitty weeks we’ve had he needs the distraction as badly as I do.
Long-stroking him, I settle into a rhythm that will let me last for a while. “That little cock of yours hurts right now, doesn’t it?”
His head bobs. “Yes, Mister President!”
“Good. Get used to it. Gonna keep you focused. You need to fucking earn your next nut after mouthing off to me, you goddamned brat.”
That whine sounds simultaneously pained and needy. “Yes, Mister President.”
“Don’t you remember that cumdumps don’t get to dictate the terms?” I take an especially hard thrust that makes him gasp. “You do what you’refuckingtold. And you damn well know why, don’t you?”
“Because I need it, Sir!”
I punctuate every word with a thrust. “Because. You. Need. It.” I pull his ass tight against me and grind on him, loving the way his knuckles turn white around the back of the shower chair. “Don’t you fuckingdarecome without permission, either.”
I feel his ass flex around my cock, an involuntary motion which isn’t helping his control because he’s become used to me fucking orgasms out of him when he’s locked up and he’s hornier than hell.
I can’t help it if he’s easily trained, or that I have so much fun training him. Fair’s fair, after all. Sir’s had fun training his pet POTUS over the past ten years.
And considering that a master sadist trained both of us for years before that, we bring plenty of evil to the table in our respective roles.
I start fucking him again, a rhythm that has my balls pleasantly swinging with every thrust. But I’m starting to tire, the day catching up with me. And I don’t want to slip in the shower.
Leo would absofuckinglutely never let me hear the end of it.
Everrrr.
“You know what you’re good for. Beg me for it. Been forever since you had it.”
“Please breed me, Mister President! Please use my ass!”
Shit, I was closer than I realized. It bursts free as I take a couple of last, hard thrusts and finish buried deep, leaning on him for balance as I empty my balls inside him. Then I deliver another stinging swat to his ass after I pull out.
“There you go. Don’t ever say I never gave you anything. Now move so I can sit down and get the washcloth so you can bathe me.”
He’s smiling, looking a little dazed as he straightens and turns…and gives me a deep, sucking kiss that if I hadn’t already come three times today might have a better than odds-on chance of making me hard.
But it’s late and I’m both tired and empty. “Good boy,” I say, upshifting into the loving Dom tone for a moment. “Now move your fucking ass.”
His smile widens and he scoots past me so I can sit.
But once we’re finished in the shower I see hints of shadows in his gaze as he realizes yeah, I’m serious.
He’s not coming tonight.
When he finishes drying me off I surprise him by catching the front of his throat again, pulling him close, and using the Mister President voice on him. “What’s wrong,slut?”
