On edge and shaking with need myself, I flipped the boy over to his knees and lined up with my cock along his crack. He wanted force, and I needed to show him how good it could feel. Basil started turning his head—to protest or beg me to get on with it, but I didn’t find out—so I grabbed the back of his collar and pushed his head back down.
“No,” he whined, and I ignored him. Just like we both wanted.
“This will hurt,” I warned. Lubing myself, I set the tip right on his pucker, willing myself to go slow. “Now I’m going to make you my good little bitch.”
“Stop! Wha–” Basil’s words were cut off as I slid the tip inside his hot hole, transforming into a moan. I held myself there, letting him adjust until he was squirming. “More, Daddy?”
“I thought you wanted me to stop?” I teased, pushing in a millimeter more, “I told you I’d make you like it.”
Before he could protest or beg again, I let gravity do the work and slid halfway in. Basil keened, his ass stretched further than ever, and he tried to lift up. I pushed his shoulders back down, still holding the collar in one hand.
“It’s too much, Daddy. It burns,” Basil whined.
“Good,” I laughed, and pulled out before slamming all the way in.
And I didn’t stop, pounding into him until Basil’s body seized up and went limp, finally accepting my intrusion. I set a medium pace, deep and hard on each thrust, feeling him tighten around me. He shook and moaned as I took my pleasure, blabbering nonsense that spurred me on. When I aimed down, snagging his prostate, Basil bowed his back and I let him come up.
Taking his neck in my hand, I pressed his back against my chest. Playing with his nipples and thrusting up into him harder, I enjoyed the sight of his cock cage bobbing up and down as much as his ass bouncing on my dick from behind.
“You’re such a sexy little boy, making Daddy so hard with that sweet ass,” I slowed and bit his earlobe before whispering, “I might come in your ass before I let you orgasm.”
Basil moaned and whined, wanting my cum and his own orgasm. He had turned into the perfect little slut I’d thought he was when we met, and I was honored to be able to bring that side out of him.
Instead of pounding my way to a quick release, I aimed down, hitting his p-spot over and over again. I wanted to feel him orgasm around me.
“No, I can’t. Daddy? I’m going to…Oh, God,” Basil bucked back into me, almost involuntarily, and then he froze.
Throwing his head back on my shoulder with a silent scream, his whole body shook as Basil’s dick squirted through the metal cage. Most of it was clear, but when I slammed into his tight grip once, twice, and then a third time, letting go inside of him, Basil finally finished his orgasm. His ass tightened around me again, and I let out a growl as I felt my own cum dripping down my still-hard cock.
Pulling Basil down so we laid on our sides, I stayed inside him as our bodies kept convulsing, rubbing his thighs and hips. “God damn, boy, your ass is heaven.”
“Thank you, Daddy Giorgio.” Basil pulled one of my arms to wrap around him. I liked his spin on calling me more than just Daddy. Like he felt it, as though it was more than just a platitude.
We stayed that way, connected and in the moment, until my dick slipped out. “I’m going to get a washcloth and water. And maybe some new sheets.” I started pulling away, but Basil held on.
“Wait.” Basil turned in my arms, an awed but curious look on his face. “What was that?”
“Sex,” I smirked, and he rolled his eyes. “Are you referring to how it felt like you came twice?”
“Da.I’ve had sex, I’ve orgasmed plenty from my own hand, and you’ve made me come playing with my…hole,” he still hesitated to say certain things out loud when he wasn’t horny to reach that orgasm. “What did you do to me?”
Basil’s question caught me off guard, because I didn’t know if he meant helping him see he wasn’t straight, or the sex we’d just had. I decided to go with the straightforward answer. “That was a prostate orgasm. Basically, from my research, you squirted precum similar to the way women can squirt. Then I kept fucking you into a full orgasm, and that’s when you came.”
“So you can make me come in two different ways, just from fucking my ass?” Basil blinked, seeming to realize what he’d said.
“And I can come inside you as much as I want without getting you pregnant,” I winked before standing. It had been a fucking treat to fuck him bare. I hadn’t done it since my late wife. “Are you okay for a minute while I get stuff to clean up?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m good,” Basil replied in a daze. He’d orgasmed hands free through a sound, multiple times, while wearing chastity. Basil had a right to spend some time processing everything.
Pulling him to stand, I sat him on a chair before handing him a cup of water. Basil took it and drank absently as stripped the sheets and got out wet wipes. I didn’t want to let him out of my sight. After cleaning myself, I got clean sheets from the linen cabinet by my closet. I tossed them on my bed before retrieving the key to his cage.
“I think you’ve earned some time out of this,mio ragazzo,” I leaned against the table and reached for him, but Basil covered his locked up dick. “No?”
“Can I…I can’t believe I’m asking this.” Basil shook his head and huffed out an exasperated breath. “Can you remove the sound but put the cage back on?”
“I would love to keep my cage on you,” I told him with a smile. I wanted to have a piece of myself claiming him, even though my seed still filled his ass. “Especially since I’d rather you didn’t sleep in such a thick collar.”
Basil fingered it and looked up at me. “You decide, Daddy.”
