Page 107 of Broken Bonds

I moan, my fingers now wrapped around his belt because I have absolutely no leverage or traction to rub my cock against his for relief. He slowly sinks his digit all the way inside me to the knuckle, finding my sweet spot and tormenting me as he laughs at my predicament.

“I was going to spank you,” he says, “but this is a lot more fun.”

I want to hump him while he fucks my greedy hole with his finger, and when he pulls it free I moan again, this time in disappointment.

“Don’t worry—we’re just getting started.” Two fingers breach me, deliciously stretching my rim, and my brain pretty much turns off and forgets how to speak English. Once he knows I’m down for that he seeks my button again, slowly massaging it.

I hope he’s okay with my cock leaking all over him.

That doesn’t last long enough for me to get off, though. He starts finger-banging me and just when I get close enough to the edge I think I’ll get off, he stops and I nearly scream in frustration.

“Please!” I gasp. “Please please please!”

“Aww, please what, baby? Please…this?” He rams three fingers inside me and I see stars but it’s still not quite enough to get me off. Especially when he doesn’t fuck me with them, just leaves them buried inside me, slowly scissoring them and loosening me up.

“Yes!” I gasp. “That! All of it! Please don’t stop! Please fuck me!”

He freezes. I still have one or two brain cells that haven’t gone swimming in endorphins that make me realize I might have just fucked up.

He turns his face to my hip, his teeth latching on but not biting down hard, just holding on.

Okay, yay, I like being bit. Good to know.

He doesn’t pull his fingers free, though. He nibbles and nips his way up my side and down my thigh, the limited real estate he can reach from my position. Especially my ass, and I wish I could just beg him to bite me and never let go.

“How many times did you come this morning?” he asks between bites.

“Uh…once.”

Bite. “Only once?”

“Y-yes.”

“Hmm.” Bite. “Good boy, saving it up for me.” He pulls his hand free, leaving me gasping and whining. I hear him wipe his hand off and he turns, picking something up. He carries me over to the frame but instead of putting me on it, like I think—and hope—he will, he stands me next to it.

“Lean against it, head on your arms folded over each other on it, and don’t move.” I assume the position. He nudges my feet wider apart, standing between them and pressing his still clothed body along mine.

His breath is hot in my ear. “You want to be my good boy?” he whispers.

“Yes! Please!”

He pins me to the frame with a massive forearm across my back while he reaches around me. Too late, I realize he’s got a cold bottle of water and he pours it on my cock, making me yelp.

His weight presses me against the frame. “Take it for me, boy,” he whispers, and it turns my yelps into whimpers. My hips involuntarily rock back against him and he chuckles. “That’s it.”

He drops the empty water bottle on the floor. Then his forearm disappears as he reaches around me and suddenly he’s fastening something on my wilted cock and balls. I have a moment to think what the fuck, but then he cups my junk, gently shakes it, and nips my left ear.

“This one’s silicone, not even the meanest one I have.” He straightens, the forearm returning to my back as he steps to my side. I miss his warm bulk on top of me, but he drizzles more lube down the crack of my ass. I barely have time to process that when something not flesh presses against my hole.

“Push out,” he orders, and I do without hesitation. What feels like a huge butt plug easily slides in and settles into place as my greedy ass gulps it in.

He lets some of the weight off my back but starts rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s play a game, baby,” he says. “If you want to. Do you want to?”

I nod, willing to do nearly anything short of peeling my own skin off just to get relief. My cock is already hard again and straining against the confines of the chastity cage. I’ve never worn one of these before but believe me, I’ve fantasized about it.

“I need to hear you say it,” he says.

“Green! Please, please green!”