Time seemed to stretch out so each of Joe’s thrusts lasted hours, and Scott felt each millimetre of Joe’s cock spread him wide open. By the time Joe’s rhythm finally faltered and Scott sensed Joe’s orgasm overtake him, Scott was whimpering in time with Joe’s thrusts.
Scott gasped for breath as Joe finally stilled. Joe let out a groan full of satisfaction, but didn’t rush to pull his cock out of Scott’s arse, he just leaned forward and rested his hips against Scott’s buttocks.
“Are you ready to hear what I was going to offer to do before I screwed you, or are you still too impatient to let me have my say?” Joe asked when he’d caught his breath.
Eyes closed and face pressed against the rubber matting, Scott frowned. “Sir?”
“I thought you might have liked it if I’d taken the cage off,” Joe said, conversationally, as he separated their bodies.
Scott heard clothing rustle as Joe tidied himself up, but he couldn’t move a muscle—not to speak, not even to open his eyes, until he sensed Joe moving around. By the time Scott opened his eyes, Joe was sitting, neatly dressed, on the floor within his line of sight.
“I m-m-missed my chance,” Scott realised. His breath caught in his chest. His torso ached as if his heart was actually breaking.
Joe grinned. “You missed your first chance.”
Scott peered awkwardly up at him from his bound position. He was desperate to ask, but unwilling to risk interrupting. From now on he was simply going to listen to Joe and take every opportunity to hear any offers of any sort of chances.
“You lost the chance to come when I screwed you, but that’s never been the only thing I’ve wanted to do to your arse,” Joe said. He picked up the crop. “You remember your safe word?”
Scott nodded.
“If you say it, you’ll still be allowed to come, but if I think you didn’t say it when you needed to, I promise you you’ll spend so much time in chastity you won’t even be able to remember what an orgasm feels like by the time I unlock you again.”
And with that, Joe removed the cage.
Scott couldn’t see his cock, but he felt his erection spring free and straighten to point up toward his chest.
He gasped his relief. Even the bliss of being free enough to harden made his mind spin.
He heard Joe move again, but when he opened his eyes, the only part of Joe within his field of vision was one black boot.A tap against his upturned arse told him that Joe had picked up the crop again.
At any other time, Scott was sure he would have been as nervous as hell, but there wasn’t room for nerves inside his head. His entire being was too full of need and desperation.
Joe brought the crop down against Scott’s right buttock, slightly more firmly than he had before. It still wasn’t painful, more a tease than anything else. Scott helplessly moaned his frustration. If Joe expected him to come from nothing more than the crop’s kiss, he’d need Joe to offer him a far more intense sensation.
“P-please?” Scott blurted out. “Joe, s-sir, m-m-master? Please!”
Joe didn’t reply, but he brought the crop down just a fraction harder. Begging worked! Scott was more than happy to beg if it got him more of whatever Joe was willing to offer him.
Words fell from his lips in a steady stream. He had no idea what most of them were. He didn’t care. As long as Joe kept bringing the crop down slightly harder each time, it was worth saying anything.
The leather slapped against his skin again and again. Scott moaned and whimpered in between his pleas, desperately trying to rock his hips and find something to hump against.
There was nothing within his reach. He was more helpless than he had ever felt in his life. The skin across his buttocks burned, but it was nothing compared to the ache in his balls. The need to come overwhelmed everything else in the world.
He had no idea how much his sanity had come to depend on the repetitive sharp slaps against his buttocks until they suddenly stopped.
Scott’s pleas stuck in his throat. Silence fell over the world.
Suddenly, another sensation came to Scott’s rescue. Nothing touched his cock, but he felt Joe’s fingers enter his hole.Scott held his breath until the air rushed out of his lungs when the crop suddenly came down on his right buttock again.
Scott jerked and tensed all his muscles, including the ones wrapped around Joe’s fingers.
Another slap on the other buttock; Scott clenched around Joe’s fingers again. The tip of one rubbed against Scott’s prostate.
His orgasm raced through him. His cock jerked. His cum exploded from the tip of his cock. It felt like part of his soul went with it. Some of his semen landed on the floor beneath him, but his position meant most seemed to hit his arms and chest.
If he hadn’t already been as flat on the floor as his bondage allowed, his orgasm would have felled him. Scott smiled against the rubber flooring under his cheek. His arse, his cock, his bound limbs, his whole body in fact, ached and throbbed. And all was right with the world.
