“You usually just take me however you want.”
“So, I can strap you to my bed again and have my way with you?” George asked. I bit my lip and nodded, but he wasn’t done. “I can cut you, carve my name into your ass, choke you until you pass out, and then fuck you?”
“Oh,” I thought over his questions, and smiled to myself. “You’re saying thereisa ‘too far’for you?”
“Everyone has their limits.” George walked his fingers down my chest until he reached my cage and pulled at the lock. “For instance, I can keep you in this and only fuck you for my pleasure.”
The suggestion didn’t turn me off, and I would love it to be removed, but I wanted something else. Time to speak up again, and to ignore the devil on my back calling me all the names my father and Ivanna used for people who had butt sex.
“You decide, Daddy, but I’d like it to be for both of our pleasure.”
George smiled, and it transformed his face. Before, his smirks only made me wonder if he had any real feelings. A smiling George was a different story altogether. The charisma and open joy on his face was mesmerizing, and I could stare at him for hours.
“I want that too,ragazzo.” George’s hazel gray eyes, the crinkles at the corners deepening as he bent to kiss my forehead, held reverence. “It’s an honor to have your submission.”
Submission? I guess I was submitting to his will. “Can I still fight you, Daddy?”
“You like it when this old perv forces himself on you?” George pulled me against his body and then rolled on top of me. He looked down at me as he rolled his hips against me. “You want me to manhandle you?”
The same devil, telling me everything about George and what my body wanted was wrong, was also the impetus behind what I was asking.
“If I say no or stop, I want you to keep going. And I’ll leave it up to you what we do. Does that make sense?”
“Yes,ragazzo mio,” George repeated the same phrase as when he’d walked in the room. “I want to take you, play with consensual non-consent, and be your first. But I think I’ll leave your cage on.”
It took everything in me not to pout and roll away. I was being punished and rewarded at the same time. I relied on my newfound trust, and the peace it brought my mind, when I agreed, “Okay, Daddy.”
George kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing our bodies together. I may never get to indulge in my deepest, darkest fantasies again, so I needed to savor every second.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
GEORGE
It wasa shock to come home to Basil with a butt plug in. I’d expected him horny and begging to be let out of his cage, but he’d gone a step further. The view of him bent over, plugged ass exposed, panting for me… It wasn’t something I ever wanted to forget. I called him my boy, and he was living up to that, deferring to me on all decisions.
Asking for me to fuck him, though? And to play with consensual non-consent? My dick had never been harder.
We rutted against each other, Basil’s feet pushing at my briefs until they were below my knees as we kissed. When my dick met the metal of his confinement, I pulled back to kneel between his legs and take my last piece of clothing off.
“I want you locked up,” I explained, pushing his knees back, “because I can make you come without touching your dick. Do you believe me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Basil bit his swollen lip, redder from our kissing. He seemed unsure but willing to follow my lead.
“Good boy. Now, hold your legs while Daddy plays.”
Basil held the back of his knees, and I settled between them. Squeezing one finger under the base of the plug, I tugged gently. The toy didn’t come out at first, but I added lube and played until it did. Basil moaned when I pushed it back in. It was a tight fit, and he would need more to work up to me. Twisting and tugging back and forth, I set a rhythm of loosening his hole until the plug went in and out easily. I kept stretching Basil until I could get a finger in beside it, and he was a mess.
“Please, Daddy, I can’t take anymore. Please?”
“Please, what,ragazzo?” I pushed the plug against his prostate before removing it completely, licking a stripe from his hole to his balls. Basil’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, and he whimpered when I stopped. “Do you want me to breed this ass?”
“Yes, please, Daddy? Fill it with your cum?”
Though he still couldn’t look at me when he asked for the dirty things I could do to him, I wasn’t going to say no. “Can I fill you up? No barriers between us?”
Basil finally looked at me, licking his lips and nodding, “Yes, Daddy. You decide.”
“Such a good little boy for me,” I praised.
