George’s words had my heart soaring. Maybe he wasn’t a complete sadist. I’d go about my next two days and nights with him a lot happier if I could do things for myself.
“I can?”
“Sure,” he nodded, face still placid, “but I will take them as your request to continue and go harder.”
Fuck me.
“If you’re not hungry, then I can do what I want.”
Glancing at the tray, I saw he brought two bowls of a savory red dish, like he was going to eat with me. Maybe he was hungry? I wasn’t so lucky.
Pacing back to his nightstand, I was dreading what new torture he had in store for me. The sound of metal on metal didn’t bode well.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice less steady than I liked.
George returned, taking a seat across from me, “I want what’s best for you, Basil.”
“To make me hurt and embarrassed?”
“That, yes,” George smirked in the way I was coming to associate with pleasure and pain. “But first I will give you what you want.”
“Yeah?” I tilted my head and looked toward his hands, hidden under the table. “I don’t believe you.”
“Do you want me to remove the cage and let you come?” George asked with mock innocence I wasn’t buying, and yet, I did want what he said.
“Da, yes.”
In one graceful move, George was kneeling to the floor in front of me, holding a key. “Ask nicely.”
My dick was bulging at the seams, and he traced the skin with his free hand. I knew what he was asking and had no choice but to comply. I begged, “Please take it off, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” George grasped my dick and inserted the lock sideways as I watched the mechanism turn to line up. He pulled the lock out, and it was immediate relief. My half-erection pushed on the metal as it fell loose into his hand. George set my cage and the key on the table, running one finger around the metal ring still circling my balls. “I see we have a problem.”
“What problem?” I panted, wanting his hand to close around me and finally allow the release he’d been building towards all day.
“I can’t get this ring off,” he told me, like it was truly puzzling. Still teasing me anywhere but where I needed his touch, he met my eyes. “You could come, and I’ll take it off.”
“Okay,da. Do that, please?”
“You said you aren’t really attracted to me, and you’re notlike that. So I shouldn’t be the one getting you off.” George took his hands away, and I whimpered at the loss. “If you don’t come, it stays on until you’re small enough to be locked up again, and I won’t touch you after that until you leave.”
My mind raced. I needed to come. Desperately. The ring would keep me hard unless I was truly turned off. So far, everything George did had the same effect. I didn’t see it letting up anytime soon.
“If you let me come, it won't go back on?” I left off the real question, ‘you’ll still touch me?’
“Not today. But it will if you come without permission or continue being disrespectful.” George sat back in his chair, taking out his own erection and playing with it. My cock was a dick and got even harder. He licked his lips and eyed my reaction. “Hmm, but then I could use the sounding rod and keep you hard.”
“No, sir. I mean, please? I want to come,” I rushed out, remembering he always wanted me to be explicit. “You can touch me and make me come, Daddy.”
George stroked himself lazily and my mouth fucking watered. He eyed me for a silent moment before moving to straddle my thighs. My chair had no arms, and his feet could reach the floor, but I had no clue what was coming next.
“Let’s have some fun then,” was the only warning I got.
George scooted back and took both our dicks in one hand. He wasn’t as hard as me, and I thought it would be a repeat of the night before, where he rubbed us together until we came. Except, he had our tips touching, their wet slits meeting in a sort of sensual kiss.
The erotic sight had me leaking precum, and then he enveloped my head in his foreskin. George stroked us back and forth, our heads covering each other in turn. With his other hand, he played with my nipples and held my throat in an almost tight grip. I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, but it felt amazing.
“I, oh, God, what is this?” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten. The ring made it hard to go soft, and harder to come. “I need–” I had no clue what I needed.
