Scott took the question as rhetorical, until Joe remained silent for so long it became obvious that he wanted an answer.
Scott shook his head.
“So you have no reason to apologise. I’m far too turned on to want to give you a punishment spanking before I screw you, so no apologising for anything. I have no problem ordering you how to do things exactly the way I want you to do them.”
“P-please?” Scott whispered, looking up at him, more than ready to beg if an apology wasn’t acceptable.
“Of course,” Joe said, easily.
The moment the orders started flowing, Scott’s pulse steadied. Nothing could go wrong now. Everything would be fine. With the world broken down into command-size bites, Scott had nothing to fear.
Move onto your hands and knees. Put your ankles in the outside dips. That’s right. Now, lean forward. Put your cheek on the floor. Reach back between your legs and find the dips where your wrists fit in.
It all became so obvious when Joe took control. Head down, arse up. It not only made far more sense than any of the positions Scott had attempted, it also hinted that Joe might finally be finished with the tour and Scott might finally get Joe’s cock inside him.
Mouth or arse, Scott was flexible on the details. He just needed Joe’s cock; needed to feel Joe finding his pleasure inside his body.
In position, Scott waited expectantly, but for what felt like hours, nothing happened.
Scott tried to lift his head and catch a glimpse of Joe.
“I’m still here, just admiring the view,” Joe said. A second later, a hinge squeaked and Scott sensed the stocks come together over his wrist and ankle joints, trapping him in place.
Scott tensed. He was trapped—far more so than when he’d been in the bondage chair. The stocks weren’t a figment of his imagination. They weren’t going to disappear the moment he stopped pretending they were there.
He was trapped until Joe chose to release him. It scared him almost as much as it excited him.
“Such a pretty pose,” Joe said, running his hand down Scott’s back. He was obviously sitting directly behind Scott now. He slid one hand over each of Scott’s thighs.
Scott tried to relax, but it was as if every muscle Joe touched had a mind of its own—or, perhaps, as if his body was more interested in obeying Joe’s touch rather than Scott’s own brain.
He wasn’t in control of anything anymore. He closed his eyes and relished the knowledge.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock in m-my arse.” Scott was so desperate for it; he wasn’t even embarrassed to blurt it out. “P-please, J-Joe.P-please.” Begging, pleading, anything which convinced Joe to screw him was worth it.
“You sure?” Joe asked, rubbing his hands over Scott’s backside. “There’s nothing else you want me to do first?”
“No, nothing else.” Scott let out a high-pitched whimper and shook his head, pushing his face into the floor. “P-please, let me have your cock!”
Joe chuckled, but he didn’t say no, and that was the only thing that mattered to Scott right then. Joe pressed two lubed fingers against Scott’s hole and started to prepare him. Scott guessed that was what Joe had been hinting at when he talked about doing something else first, but he was giving him his prep whether he’d remembered or not.
At least Joe wasn’t going teasingly slow. His movements were quick and deft, and Scott loved him for it even if they made his cock ache more than ever within its cage. He moaned as he tried to compliment Joe’s movements and make his enthusiasm clear.
Maybe that made a difference, maybe it didn’t. It was impossible to tell if Joe would have done anything faster or slower without his efforts. All that really mattered was that Scott soon felt the blunt tip of Joe’s cock pressing against his slicked hole.
One movement. Harsh and fast, Joe buried his cock in Scott all the way to the base.
Scott yelled out as Joe’s cock stretched his hole wide open and Joe’s hips collided with his upturned buttocks. Like a lightning bolt shooting straight into his body, pleasure and pain sparked and scorched through him, burning up everything in its path until it hit his prostate and earthed itself in his cock. His cock jerked inside the cage. If he’d thought that he’d been frustrated by the chastity device while wandering aroundthe club, he quickly learned that he hadn’t even known what frustration was until he’d been screwed while caged.
But the cage also did its job. It was the only thing that stopped him coming from just that first thrust.
Instinct made Scott try to buck and struggle as if he could somehow get the chastity device off, but the stocks made any kind of real movement impossible. All he really did was moan and repeatedly clench his hole around Joe’s erection.
It was only when Scott managed to halt his attempts at frustrated wriggling that Joe began to move. His thrusts were slow, but by no means lazy. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside Scott’s body, then rammed back in to the hilt. Each time, his hips connected hard with Scott’s buttocks and made him jerk against the stocks.
Joe’s aim was spot-on. Every thrust connected hard against Scott’s prostate. He felt pre-cum spurt from the tip of his cock in response. The angle at which he was bound meant it landed on his forearms. It did nothing to make him less frantic to come.
