Nathaniel
LANDON FREEZES, SO STILL you’d think he was possessed. But as I drop my gaze, I see his dick softening at an incredible speed.
“What?” he whispers.
“Go on. Call and ask your best friend in what way he touched my boss’s son, how he made him cry so prettily.”
I reach into the bag on the other side of the counter, pulling the metal contraption from within and bringing it between us.
Landon isn’t paying attention; his eyes are dazed, locked onto the bed as he shakes slightly.
“Are you saying… has Julie already… What?” he sputters quietly.
I release his hair, grabbing the lube.
A revelation seems to be happening inside of Landon, and even though his cock is soft, he doesn’t seem sad. Or angry. In fact, as he stares at the mattress across the room, he almost seems relieved.
As if, after all of this time pining and longing, he finally has a reason to let go.
I make quiet work of sliding the metal base ring of the contraption over his balls, tugging his soft length through it right after.
Landon finally comes around, his body tensing as his eyes snap to my hands. “Hey! What the fuck is that?”
His hands come down to yank at mine, but I’m stronger. Faster. The bars of the tube have already been lubed, and after pouring some more onto his shaft, I shove my fingers through the open end of the metal and pinch the tip of his dick, pulling it through.
“Nathaniel!” Landon screeches, clawing at my hand.
“Nate,” I spit back, letting the cage rest in its natural position so that I can hook it to the ring under his balls. “You call me Nate.”
I slide the small lock into place, clicking it shut. Then I pull my hands away.
Landon’s thick, soft shaft is tightly secured to his balls with an open space at the tip in case he needs to piss.
“Is this… is this a fucking chastity cage?” Landon nearly screams, his own hands hovering in the air as he looks down at his trapped package.
“Good eye,” I say calmly, taking a step back and out of swinging range in case he gets brave. “Bought it after seeing that fuckwad leave your condo this morning.”
But as Landon’s gaze meets mine, I nearly groan, losing my calm facade. His eyes are panicky, his bottom lip trembling as he stares.
“T-take it off,” he whispers, and it has no power to it, but I know damn well he’ll try that at any second.
I pull the tie from my back pocket, wrapping it over his mouth quickly and knotting it behind his head.
“None of that,” I tell him, clicking my tongue gently. “You’re in trouble, Landon. You’ve been very, very bad. You need to be taught a lesson.”
Landon’s eyes narrow, and if I could see his mouth, I just know he’d be frowning.
He looks so good like this—completely at my mercy as he trembles where he stands. I’m obsessed with the view, with how his cock looks so obscene trapped in that tiny little space.
“I can’t have you swinging that dick around so carelessly,” I tell him, and I’m suddenly grateful that he isn’t able to ask why. If I’m honest, I don’t know. “And because you insisted on being late, on being such a brat, I think you deserve an even heavier punishment.”
Landon makes a muffled noise, and I can’t tell if it’s a curse or a question, but I speak anyway. “I’m going to fuck an orgasm out of you, and it’s going to feel like torture.”
His eyes widen, and my own cock jumps at the sight of his fear. His lust and anticipation.
And I might be mean and demanding and a tad controlling, but I’m not evil. Not like him. So I add, “Two smacks and we stop. You can smack me, the bed, or anything you want. If you do so, I’ll take it all off of you and not touch you again.”
Landon’s shoulders sag, as if the words are bringing him great comfort.
“But,” I continue, walking into his space again. “Just know that if you do, I’ll take that as an admission. It’ll mean that I’m stronger, that you can’t handle me and what I dish out.”
At my words, he makes a defiant sound, as if to tell me, “You wish!” and I grin. I knew that would be his response. He can pretend he hates this all day long, but not only is he firmly against being bested, but he also likes this.
The way his skin is flushed, sweat beading his hairline, and his hands trembling so sweetly, I can tell this forced dominance is getting him off.
I’m offering Landon a different kind of fight, and though I’m sure his revenge for this will be quite painful, I’m pleased in this moment to teach him a lesson. To force his body to be good for me.
“Come,” I command, extending my hand to him. And as he just stares at it, refusing to take me up on the offer, I say, “Remember, I have the key. You’d better listen, Landon, or things will get a lot worse from here on out.”
Reluctantly, Landon finally takes my hand, letting me guide him to the bed. Once he’s situated on the edge, his legs tucked under his ass and his dick displayed so beautifully in its cage, I grin.
“Perfect. See? You can be good when you want to be,” I praise him, running a hand over his soft hair.
He makes a small sound, something defiant and close to a snarl, but leans into my touch anyway. His lashes flutter, hiding that vibrant green from me.
But I pull away, unwilling to give him anything comforting at the moment. I throw the bottle of lube from the counter onto the bed next to him before taking my seat in the chair a few feet away. I settle in, swinging the key around my finger as I watch him.
“Now, little Lanny,” I start, “you’re going to finger your hole for a bit. Get yourself ready for me.”
I know he just had sex last night, that he’s probably pretty used and stretched at this point, but I’m almost certain that any dick he’s taken is smaller than mine.
Landon eyes me for a moment, seeming to contemplate his next move, before he shuffles a few backward paces and rests his chest on the mattress, his ass lifted into the air.
My heart stutters in my chest, my cock jumping in its confinements as I watch him squirt some lube onto his fingertips before stretching an arm over himself, his fingers disappearing.
A moment later, a loud groan resonates throughout the room, slightly muffled by the fabric binding his mouth. I lean forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my thighs as I watch in fascination.
His hands move slowly at first, but as he pants and grunts against the pressure, it speeds up quickly. His body is trembling once more, his face flushed as he stares right at me, almost as if to assert some kind of dominance.
It does not work. Not when I have the key that controls his locked-up cock resting firmly in my palm and his every move at my command.
All too quickly, Landon cries out, his hand stuttering as he most likely begins to slam into the sensitive spot buried deep inside of his ass. It’s as if the boy knows exactly where it is.
“There you go,” I murmur, watching his eyes as he peers at me, pupils dilated. “Fuck into it nice and hard, babydoll. I want you so horny that your confused cock doesn’t know what to think.”
Landon makes a low, whining noise that feeds something dark and twisted deep inside of me. His brows pinch as his fingers shove into his backside roughly, his thighs twitching with each punishing thrust.
“How many are you using? How many fingers?” I ask breathlessly, and since he can’t speak, Landon pulls the lubed-up digits from his hole and presents them to me. “No, not two. Three, Landon.”
His green eyes roll, but he listens, adding a third to his presentation before reaching behind himself again. A soft, breathless noise leaves him, and I wish so badly that I could see his ass sucking in his fingers, but the view of him sprawled out like this is too tempting.
His dick is squashed so safely, confined between his legs as the bars dig into his skin each time his body attempts at getting it hard.
Landon looks so confused, so startled each time the cage twitches, like he can’t quite wrap his head around why he can’t come. How he can slam into his prostate over and over again, but it never quite does the job.
Fuck, I might come just from this display alone. Just from the thought of his own desperation. He’s panting so heavily, grunting and groaning around the sensation as his body reddens and his skin becomes slick with sweat.
No precome leaves his tip, but his balls look angry and full. Like they’re dying to burst and just fucking can’t. Not without me.
“Want to come, little Lanny? Are you feeling so desperate for it that you might die?” I croon, but Landon doesn’t nod. He glares, fucking back and onto his hand with a vengeance, as if he’s determined to make himself come.
“Don’t be stubborn,” I tell him, standing from the chair and approaching his flushed body. “You need me. You’re so worked up that you’d do anything for me to relieve you of this need, isn’t that right?”
As my hand reaches out, running up his smooth, muscled back, Landon fucking melts. He’s nodding against the comforter where his face is pressed, his eyes desperate and growing less defiant with each passing second.
I’m breaking him. I’m taking away all of his power and pulling the brat from within him and dispelling it.
Grasping his wrist, I guide his hand, fucking him with his own fingers even harder. He groans, shaking against the onslaught of sensation.
He smells so good, like sweat and sex and desperation, as I use his fingers to heighten his need. I remove my other hand from his back, popping the button of my jeans and lowering the zipper.
“Alright, babydoll. Let’s get my dick nice and hard, so I fuck this release out of you,” I purr, shoving my briefs down so that I can free myself.
Landon looks up from where he’s lying, chest still pressed to the mattress, and shivers.
So. Fucking. Good.
I pull him up, letting his fingers slip from his entrance as I sit him on his heels. With my angry cockhead rubbing over the tie that’s forcing his mouth shut, he looks like a wet dream.