“Good boy,” I praised, my hand rubbing over his now bare stomach, fingers splaying possessively across the warm flesh. “You’re mine, Elior,” I murmured, thumb pressing into the dip of his navel. “Every single fucking inch of you. God help you if you ever forget that. But you won’t, will you?”
His breath hitched as he shook his head.
“No, you won’t. You’re my perfect angel. You know who you belong to.”
My palm drifted lower, brushing the waistband of his shorts, feeling the heat radiating from his core.
Leaning in, I nipped at his earlobe, my other hand gripping his ass to hold him steady. “Daddy needs to mark you up today, sweetheart. It might hurt a bit, but Daddy needs this. Can you be good?”
“Mhmm,” Elior hummed, the sweater preventing him from producing any actual words.
I smiled at him, then dipped my fingers just under the fabric of his shorts, tracing the line of his groin.
Sliding my hand fully into his pants, I cupped his cock through the thin barrier of his underwear. It twitched under my touch, hardening as I squeezed gently. “I have the perfect idea forthisas well.”
Elior let out a muffled gasp, his body arching slightly into my grip. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, feeling him swell in my hand.
My lips trailed down his neck, sucking and nipping hard enough to leave a red bloom. “A bite right here, on your throat, so when you tilt your head, they all see my claim.”
With my free hand, I raked my nails down his chest, watching goosebumps appear, and faint red lines rise in their wake. I pumped his cock harder now, thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of precum that leaked out.
My mouth found his collarbone, teeth grazing the skinbefore I bit down, hard enough to bruise. He moaned, hips bucking into my fist.
Shifting, I yanked his shorts and underwear down just enough to free his erection, my hand continuing to milk his throbbing cock.
“You’re not going anywhere from now on without my mark on you.”
Elior’s muffled hum vibrated against the fabric in his mouth, his eyes wide and pleading as he nodded frantically. That was all the permission I needed. I latched onto the unmarked side of his throat, teeth sinking in just enough to break the surface, sucking hard while my tongue lapped at the spot. He squirmed in my hold, a choked whimper escaping around the sweater, his cock throbbing in my fist as I pumped it steadily.
I pulled back to admire the fresh mark—a deep purple bloom already forming, stark against his pale skin.
“Perfect,” I growled, my breath hot on the wet spot. My mouth moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his collarbone. I bit down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, even harder this time, drawing out another muted cry as I sucked until the skin bruised under my lips.
My hand never stopped its rhythm on his dick, twisting at the head to spread the slick precum leaking steadily now. He was rock hard, veins pulsing against my palm, hips jerking up to chase the friction. My free hand rose up to pinch his nipple, rolling it between my fingers until it pebbled tight.
Shifting lower, I dragged my teeth along his chest, nipping at the soft flesh above his pecs before latching onto one nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as I tugged, feeling his body tremble.
“These are mine too,” I murmured against his skin, switchingto the other side, biting just hard enough to leave teeth marks circling the areola. Elior arched, his muffled moans growing desperate, thighs quivering as I worked him over.
I released his nipple with a pop, trailing bites down his ribs, each one blooming red under my assault. My fingers tightened around his shaft, stroking faster, my thumbnail pressing into the slit to coax more fluid out. He was close—I could feel it in the way his balls drew up and the frantic twitch of his length.
“Come for me, baby,” I commanded. “Show Daddy how much you love being claimed.”
That did it.
Elior’s body seized, a garbled cry leaving him as ropes of cum shot from his cock, splattering across his stomach and my hand. I milked him through it, squeezing out every drop until he slumped forward against my shoulder, panting around the fabric still in his mouth, his eyes glazed and his body shaking from the aftershocks.
I wiped my hand on his thigh, smirking at the mess he’d made.
“Good boy,” I purred before lifting him from my lap and laying him down on the mattress. I took in his beautifully debauched form, ignoring the raging hard-on in my own pants, then reached into the nightstand drawer to find what I wanted.
I found the box and pulled it out, bringing it over to where Elior lay splayed out on his back, thoroughly cum-drunk from his orgasm.
I had ordered the cock cage online a week or so ago, loving the thought of my boy’s sweet little cock locked up. I wanted to thank my past self.
As I took out the sleek metal device from its packaging, Elior glanced over to see what I was doing. His brows furrowed inconfusion at the sight of the cage.
“What is that?” he asked.
