“No, n-no, no—please,” he sobbed, yanking against his bindings to no avail.
“Remember, you asked for this,” I purred, smiling widely.
I carried him next to the kitchen island, the cool marble against his chest as I bent him over it. Blindfolded and exposed, he looked like a feast.
I dropped to my knees behind him, then gripped his ass cheeks, spreading him open. He was going to be absolutely covered in bruises and bites tomorrow.
I bit into the bouncy flesh of his left ass cheek, to which he yelled and tried to buck away from. I soothed the impression of teeth marks I’d left with my tongue before licking my way over to his hole.
I ate him out then, sucking on the rim before plunging my tongue inside. He thrashed, moans turning to sobs of pleasure.
I fingered him while I licked, two digits curling deep, until he was begging incoherently. Only then did I stand, thrusting my cock back into him, fucking him against the counter. The angle hit deep, his body sliding against the marble with each brutal snap of my hips. I came inside him this time, filling his ass with hot cum, groaning as he clenched around me.
“Please, Daddy,” he sniffled. “It hurts. P-please…”
Pulling out, I watched my seed leak from him, mixing with the lube. He panted, body limp, but I wasn’t done. I picked him back up and carried him back to the couch. There, I sat with him in my lap, his wrists trapped between his back and my front. My fingers dipped into the mess I’d made, scooping cum and pushing it back inside him, working him open slowly.
“What hurts?”
“My penis,” he whispered, voice breaking. “And my… myballs.”
“Poor, helpless baby. Do you need your Daddy’s help?” I fingered him lazily now, drawing it out, my other hand stroking over the bars of his cage.
Elior bit back a sob, nodding.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” I cooed, petting his hair. “You can’t do anything without me, hm?”
“Need you, Daddy, p-p-please,” he stuttered, his chin trembling.
“I don’t understand what the issue is. You’ve come just fine from only anal before.”
“But—but you keep stopping right before—”
“Shhh, baby. I know just what you need.” I couldn’t suppress my grin as I stood up once more with him in my arms, walking us to the bathroom.
I lowered Elior into the empty bathtub, staring at the gorgeous fucking picture he made. The black of his blindfold was a stark contrast to the paleness of Elior’s skin and the lightness of his hair. His lips were swollen and red. The freckles on his cheeks were highlighted by his tears.
His tortured little cock was an angry reddish-purple beneath the thin metal bars.
I had half a mind to take a picture and send it to Patel. Just to show off that this magnificent creature wasmine. But no. Firstly, because I would have to gouge out his eyes after, and secondly, because he would most definitely see it and think it was me confessing to finally snapping and kidnapping Elior.
“Stay right there, baby boy,” I murmured, brushing a damp kiss to Elior’s forehead before standing and leaving for the bedroom.
It took only a minute to find what I was searching for—the Hitachi wand—a beast of a massager, its bulbous head designed to deliver unrelenting vibrations that could shatter someone in seconds. As I was about to return to the bathroom, I paused, grabbing my phone before going.
I needed a picture of the aftermath of what was about to occur. Just for my personal collection.
I returned quietly to the bathroom. Elior didn’t even notice I was back until the soft click of the vibrator’s switch echoed in the tiled room. The low hum started, building quickly to a deep, powerful buzz that vibrated through the air itself.
“Daddy? What’s that sound?”
I smirked, then climbed in the tub myself. I straddled Elior’s legs, to his confusion.
Without a word, I pressed the wand’s head against the base of his cock cage.
The vibrations hit like a thunderclap, surging through Elior with a brutal intensity. A sharp cry tore from his throat, and he began to thrash, as I’d expected. Luckily, with my weight on him, he couldn’t get away.
“Daddy!” he yelled, voice cracking.
