Christopher
Spending time in the bathroom getting ready for our night shouldn’t have been erotic, but evidently my body didn’t realize that. According to my dick, it didn’t matter why I was embarrassed. As long as Ethan was involved, it would turn me on.
Not that I was going to tell him that.
Taking another deep breath, I straightened my clothes and looked around the bathroom to make sure everything was put away. When I didn’t have another reason to dawdle, I reached for the handle and opened the door.
I should have been naked, that would have probably been the normal thing to do since we were going to make love, but that felt…hell, weird.
As I stepped out into the room, my breath caught in my throat and I smiled.
He was such a romantic dork.
The lights were all out and the only glow was a pretend fire he had going on the TV. I wasn’t sure if the low music was from the fireplace DVD or from his phone, but it sounded like something that would be playing in the background of a love scene in a movie.
My cock tried to harden again, making me shift in the doorway. Ethan was sitting in a chair, shirt off and barefooted with his legs stretched out. He looked like a biker king surveying his kingdom and picking out his slut for the night.
And I’d watched too much porn while fantasizing about him.
“Come here, Christopher.” I obeyed the rough voice, automatically turning off the bathroom lights and making the room even darker. “Is that how you dress for your master?”
His voice made me shiver, and I shook my head. “I’m sorry, Master.”
Fuck.
He was perfect.
“You’re going to have to make it up to me.” He said it like it was a chore I would have to suffer through, which only made it hotter. “Strip.”
If I could have come, I would have done it right then.
Sadly, my trapped dick forced me to behave. “Yes, Master.”
As I made my way across the room, I slowly stripped out of my clothes, littering them across the floor. I’d already taken my shoes and socks off, so thankfully, I didn’t have to look stupid doing that. However, judging by the heat in Ethan’s eyes, I didn’t have to worry about looking ridiculous.
When I was standing in front of him in just the panties he’d picked out that morning and the cage which was outlined against the fabric, I tried to look calm, but I knew my excitement and nerves must be showing. Ethan widened his legs and leaned forward in the chair. “Come closer, slut. Let me see how you look in your panties.”
Ethan had taken to picking out what I wore under my clothes. It seemed almost innocent compared to locking my dick in a cage, but it added another layer of control and was just as erotic. His hand reached out and stroked the fabric that wrapped around my hip. “I like the pink on you, slut.”
He trailed his finger around to the front and down to caress over the cage. He touched it almost lovingly, like it was something special to him. “Yes, we’re going to have to see if Derek has more pink ones for you.”
I tried to control the shiver that raced through me, but it was too much. Ethan smiled and reached down to caress my balls. “I knew you’d like that, slut.”
There was no reason to lie or protest; Ethan was in charge and he found it erotic. But admitting how aroused the memory of the shopping trip made me was too difficult. Luckily, I had a master who knew exactly what I was thinking.
“I’m going to have to show Derek which ones I like best and have him help me out. He’s so sweet and enthusiastic, he won’t mind at all.” Ethan smiled. We both knew Derek was sweet, helpful, and dirty as hell.
But it was hard to shy away from someone who was so blasted nice.
“Yes, Master.” I forced out the words as he slid one finger between my legs and teased over my hole with the lightest touch.
“You look so pretty in panties, my slut.” His other hand finally reached around me and started caressing my ass. “One day I might take away all your other briefs and just leave you ones I picked out.”
I felt heat creep up my face as humiliation washed through me.
He must have realized how the idea affected me because he grinned and continued to stroke the panties. “We’ll get you some pretty flowered ones and some slutty ones that show off my dirty boy. If you’re a very good boy, I might even get you a few white ones so maybe people will think they’re regular briefs if they catch a glimpse.”
Fuck.
A breathy moan escaped, making Ethan chuckle. “Yes, that’s going at the top of my list, along with the nipple clamps.”
Images of the things he’d described in the truck came crashing through my brain. Nipple rings. Panties. A cock cage. He was slowly giving me every fantasy I’d ever had, and I wasn’t sure how to process it.
“Kneel, Christopher; it’s time to show me what a good boy you’re going to be.” As I started to obey, Ethan stood. With my face only inches from his groin, he stripped off his pants and underwear before sitting back down.
His erection bobbed enticingly as he stretched his legs out around me. “Closer, slut. You need to show me how a dirty boy apologizes to his master.”
Crawling forward, I watched his face, trying to guess what he wanted. Master stared as he grabbed his dick and pointed it toward me. “Kiss, slut. Show me how sorry you are. No sucking, though. I’m not going to come until I’m deep inside my boy.”
Fuck.
Leaning forward, I peered up at him and nodded. “Yes, Master.”
I kissed the tip of his dick and started working my way down the length, pressing my lips to his smooth, hard shaft. Master made low sounds that said how pleased he was with me, and the combination of everything made me lightheaded.
“That’s exactly right, slut.” His hand stroked over my head as I kissed around the base of his shaft. “Such a good cocksucker.”
I blushed. The humiliation of the words had me arching my ass up and whimpering. Master chuckled again and his hand on my head tightened, pressing my face against his body. I didn’t have the words to describe how perfect it was.
As he relaxed his grip and started stroking me again like he would a cat, I moaned and started kissing back up his dick. “Should I give you a reward for being so good for me?”
I wanted to throw myself at him and scream “yes,” but I just closed my eyes and kept kissing along his cock. I would be a good slave for Master, and I wouldn’t get distracted. As I got to the tip again, his hand tightened again, making me still. “Go lie down on the bed, slut.”
I gave him one last kiss, needing to show him how much I wanted my reward, and then stood. Master’s hands trailed down my body as I turned and walked over to the bed. My heart was beating so fast I thought I should take a few deep breaths, but I loved the feeling too much to stop it.
Excitement and just a touch of humiliation from the panties and Master’s eyes on me had adrenaline coursing through me.
As I started to get on the bed, Master spoke again. “On your back, slut. I want to play with you before you get your reward.”
Thank fuck for the cage.
Shivers raced through me as I felt the cool fabric rub against my skin. Master gave a low moan, and the idea that just watching me turned him on that much made me arch my ass up and give a low whine.
“Such a pretty slut.”
His voice was closer, making me glance back at him as I turned. Master was standing at the foot of the bed, staring as I lay back and stretched out for him. “Good boy.”
He was too perfect.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but nothing would ever erase from my mind the way he was standing there, hard and staring at me like I was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. His chuckle sent another shiver through me, but when I felt his hands caress up my legs, I jerked.
“My boy is so excited for his reward.” I felt the bed dip down, and Master’s hands stroked along my thighs. “You’ve been such a good little slut for me.”
The bed moved again, and I whined as he gripped the panties and started easing them down my legs. I lifted my hips and moaned as he trailed his fingers along my legs until I was completely naked for him. When his hands came back to my legs, he silently urged them apart, and I felt the rough hair of his legs rub against me as he got closer.
As he shifted around the bed, I tried not to imagine what he was doing. But when I heard a low thump of something hitting the mattress, I knew what it was.
Lube.
Fuck.
Master finally stopped moving when he was stretched out between my legs. The touch of his lips to my thigh had me gasping out. Master gave a low laugh. “My needy boy.”
I didn’t have a word strong enough to describe how accurate that sentence was.
Master had let me come before by playing with my ass and had even used the plug on me, making me cry out so loudly he’d gagged me, but he hadn’t let my dick get hard.
His lips pressed against my thigh, and I felt his tongue trace up my leg. I moaned, parting my legs wider, trying to let him know he could have anything he wanted. He kept up the soft torture until he was kissing and licking around the base of my cock where the cage had me snuggly wrapped for him.
“Beautiful.” He moved back down and nibbled at my ass, inches from my hole, but it felt like a mile from where I wanted him. “You give yourself to me so perfectly.”
His teeth scraped over my other cheek. I wanted it harder, but I didn’t know how to ask. I wanted to feel him for days…I wanted to remember every minute of it.
I was expecting another bite, another kiss, but instead his tongue flicked over my hole, making me gasp again. He chuckled, and the puff of air against my ass made me squirm. “My needy boy. My beautiful, needy boy.”
I thought he would make me wait, would draw it out more—he didn’t just love to tease, it was like he lived and breathed it—but I was wrong. His tongue flicked out, and he made love to me with his mouth. Master tightened his grip on my legs and pushed them up, opening me even more.
Staying still under the onslaught was too difficult. I squirmed and whined and tried to arch up, but his hands held me too tightly. When his tongue finally eased into me, I cried out and started to beg. Master should have made me wait longer or punish me, but instead, he loosened his grip and one hand moved to my needy hole.
I was wet enough that when his finger brushed over me, it only took the barest pressure for it to sink into me. He chuckled again as I shook and whimpered. “Yes, that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Please.” I forced the words out and opened my eyes, looking down my body to where his mouth hovered over my cock. “Please.”
His finger sank in deeper. “What does my boy want?”
We both knew what I wanted, but he wanted to hear it.
He loved hearing it.
“Fuck me. Make love to me. Take me.” Anything.
He smiled and leaned down to rest his cheek on my cage while his finger still caressed in and out of me, never going deep enough or hard enough. “Are you sure?”
It didn’t matter if it was his way of teasing or if he really needed to know. The answer was still the same. “Yes.”
I groaned in frustration when he pulled his finger out of me, but when he reached for the lube, I sagged into the bed in relief. Master laughed, a very Ethan sound. “Drama queen.”
Only because he was taking for fuckin’ ever!
I was smart enough not to say that. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
He grinned as he slicked up his fingers. “Days, drama queen.”
“But I started fantasizing about you the first day I met you. You have no idea.” He’d walked in wearing worn jeans that cupped his ass and a tight black T-shirt that clung to every muscle in his chest. It had been all I could do not to drop to his feet right there.
When I’d found out he was gay and nice and smart, it had blown my mind.
His grin turned sweeter, and he leaned over to kiss me, bracing himself on his other hand. As his lips touched mine, tender and loving, one finger slid in deep and made me gasp into the kiss. He fucked me roughly with it, all while keeping the kiss almost innocent.
As he pulled away, the same sweet look on his face, his finger eased out and he pushed two into me. I arched up off the bed and moaned as they brushed over my prostate. My dick fought to get free, but the cage trapped me, making me squirm.
With each thrust and stretch of his fingers, I let the burn wash over me. It was everything I’d wanted, and I knew it would only get better. When two became three, I couldn’t help but fuck myself on his fingers.
Ethan chuckled. “You like that, don’t you? Fucking yourself on me? How about if I let you do that to my cock later? Do you want to ride my dick while I watch you?”
The damned cage was the only reason I didn’t come.
He was so smart. I’d have never made it to that point without coming. “Yes…please…”
The visual was too erotic. I closed my eyes and squeezed down on his fingers, trying to get enough pain and pleasure to come. Ethan laughed. “Not a chance.”
Pulling his fingers out as I whined in protest, he laughed and wiggled my cage. “Naughty slut.”
He didn’t seem upset, so I forced my eyes open. I watched as he reached for the condom he’d laid on the bed. There was something about seeing him put the condom on that felt like the whole world shifted. It was a moment I’d never forget.
When he stretched out over me, his arms bracing my legs, he leaned down and kissed me. As he pulled away from the tender touch of lips, he smiled. “I’ve never met anyone like you, but I’ll always be grateful you wrote that paper.”
I wrapped my arm around him and felt the muscles in his back move under my touch. “I’m not sure I would have ever had the nerve to write it down if I’d known she would read it to everyone.”
Ethan’s cock pressed against my hole as he shifted, but he didn’t enter me. Bracing himself on one arm, he cupped my cheek. “Then we would’ve never really met. I didn’t know you until that moment.”
He leaned down to kiss me again, taking my lips slowly as he finally entered me. There was some resistance, but my body knew what it wanted, and he’d made sure I was ready. The stretch was perfect as he sank in deep, nibbling at my lips before deepening the kiss again.
When he pulled back, we were both breathless, and he was completely inside me. I’d never felt so full. Toys and fingers didn’t compare. With every shift, little bolts of electricity went through me. It was almost perfect.
“Please.” I stretched up and kissed his lips. “Please let me get hard now.”
Ethan leaned up but left his cock inside me, making us both groan as he moved and I tightened around him. He reached out and caressed around my trapped dick. “You’re mine. You know that, right? Caged or not, collared or not, no matter how I could mark you, nothing will change. I’m not going anywhere.”
He stroked over the cage. His gaze went back and forth between my face and the loving restraint he’d put on me. It’d taken me too long to realize it, but that was what he’d been trying to make me see. They weren’t just words. It wasn’t just pleasure. He was giving me everything I wanted because he loved me.
As his hand moved to the base to release the cage, he gave me a long look. “Are you?”
I had to swallow several times to get past the lump in my throat. “No.” It came out hoarse, so I tried again. “No, I’m not going anywhere.”
He gave me another one of his tender smiles as he wrapped his hand around the base of my dick and held me tight. As the cage came off, he slowly relaxed his grip and my erection sprang to life. He stroked his hand along my cock and his smile turned wicked. “We both know you’re not going to last.”
I groaned as I tried to hold back the urge to come. Ethan chuckled and released my dick as he stretched back out over me. The move had his dick rubbing my prostate, and it was like fireworks shooting up my spine again.
I didn’t want him to be right, but there was no way to fight it.
Ethan didn’t seem to mind. As the pleasure mounted, I wrapped my arms around him again, and it was all I could do to hold on and let the incredible sensations run through me. The burn, the pleasure, the feeling of his balls hitting against me with every thrust…it was better than I’d ever imagined.
It was better because it was Ethan.
When it was all finally too much, I cried out and my orgasm burst over me. The world blacked out for a moment as the rush of sensations crashed through me. Ethan’s face came back into view as he cried out and thrust into me harder before he finally gave in to the pleasure too.
His back arched as he came, still pushing us both higher with halting thrusts that sent little shockwaves through me. He was beautiful. When he finally collapsed onto me, I wrapped myself around him, trying to hold on to that moment forever.
When he finally straightened, he pressed kisses against my forehead and down my face. His smile was tender, but I could see laughter lurking beneath the surface. He leaned in and gave me an almost innocent kiss. “I love you too.”
“Too?” Had I heard him right?
He laughed at the look on my face. “Don’t tell me you just said the words to close the deal? I didn’t think you were that kind of guy.”
Fuck. What had I said?
Ethan grinned as I stared at him in shock. Sitting up, he reached down and held the condom as he eased out of me. I shivered at the unfamiliar sensation and shifted, trying to adjust to the empty feeling that was left behind. Ethan leaned over the side of the bed and threw away the condom before lying down beside me and wrapping me in his arms.
“Did you mean it?” He was still smiling, but there was a hesitation in his voice that wasn’t usually there. Seeing the vulnerability in him had me wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest.
“Yes.” I thought back to the moment when I’d come and everything had crashed through me. I remembered feeling incredible and the moment being so perfect. It shouldn’t have surprised me that the words had come out. “I love you, Ethan.”
I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head, and he rolled us over until I was resting on his chest. Strong arms came around me and his hands started running up and down my back. “I love you too, Christopher.”
I turned my head and pressed a kiss right between his pecs. Caressing the light dusting of hair that was sprinkled over his chest, I smiled as happiness poured through me. “This was perfect. Thank you.”
His arms tightened around me. “It’s only going to get more perfect. This is just the start.”
I lifted my head and stared into his smiling face. “Because you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I.”
Through ups and downs, through submission and beautiful humiliation, through families and real life…sometimes the simplest, most beautiful way to tell someone you loved them was to remind them that you weren’t going anywhere. No matter what it took, you would go through it together.
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