Chapter 23 #2
“Just arrived this morning. Thank goodness.” He puts the cage on Graham as soon as he’s soft enough.
“This one is interesting. I’ve not used one of these before.
I have others if we don’t like it. It’s silicone, so it’s soft.
If you get hard, the straps on the side of your shaft will be very uncomfortable as they pull tight and stretch.
We still have metal for your balls and around the base of your shaft, and the silicone loops through here, and voila,” he says, smiling at Graham.
“It’s lovely. Looks painful. You’ll like that too, I’m sure. ”
“There will be marks on my skin when it comes off.” Graham licks his lips as he looks at it, fascinated and terrified as Colton gets it into place.
“Not if you don’t get hard.”
“Daddy,” he says, soft and desperate. Colton pets Graham’s cock gently with one finger, noting the texture difference between his satiny skin and the silicone caging him and keeping him small. “I don’t want it.”
“Fuck, I know. I can tell,” he says, and he kisses Graham hungrily, suddenly ravenous for him. Graham’s brought his hands up, arms bent upwards over his head because Colton was touching his cock and his hands were in the way.
“Cuff my hands behind me. Please.”
“No. We’re gonna take a nap. You’ll be more comfortable this way.” He leads Graham to the bed.
They get in, the both of them naked, and Graham is stiff as a board next to him. Colton takes the cuffs and puts a chain through them and hooks them onto the headboard. He pulls out the last toy he thought they’d try during nap time.
“What’s that?” Graham asks, sounding worried.
“It’s an anal hook.”
He hears Graham swallow, a sound cut off. His cock is straining against the silicone and fluid is sliding down the shaft. He’s going to leak everywhere. Colton gets up and grabs a towel, puts it under Graham, and Graham blushes and looks away.
“I like you wet. But no one wants to nap in the wet spot.”
“You’re pretty confident.”
He gives Graham his cockiest grin. “You have no fucking idea.”
“Oh shit. I want you so badly,” Graham says, and he buries his head into his own arm, ass arching back in a silent offer.
Colton spreads Graham’s cheeks and squirts lube into him with the shooter.
He presses the bead of the hook into him.
Graham jolts at the intrusion but his ass swallows it easily enough, and Colton connects the hook to the headboard.
Within seconds Graham is panting, breathing loudly, the chain and cuffs rattling at the slightest shift. He starts whimpering quietly.
The perfect toy.
“How are you, baby?” Colton asks, voice low with desire and how powerful he feels having this gorgeous man reduced down to a quivering mess before him.
“It’s too much.”
“Is it?”
“I just… fuck, I need to come. You have to make me come,” he implores.
“Sweetheart, at this point your only option is red. Otherwise, I’m going to assume that all of your complaints are just you being mouthy.” He strokes a hand down Graham’s face, a finger over his lips, full and pouty, dark pink from where he’s gnawed on them. It’s been an emotional time for his boy.
Graham tries to move closer but freezes as the hook moves inside him. His eyes go wide, thigh muscles bulging. Fuck, he’s incredible.
“Tell me.”
“Hnh,” he manages to say, which might be fuck you in grunt. He doesn’t speak for a full thirty seconds. Colton could watch him for hours.
“It’s alright. Take your time. And then tell Daddy how it feels.”
“Fuck,” he says and squeezes his eyes closed.
“It’s in me. I know it’s not that big. I know.
But it’s in me! And I’m pinned, and I…” His cock is trying to harden and he’s slick and shiny all over the head where he’s leaking.
Graham hates it but he loves it at the same time.
He licks his lips, his breathing speeds up, and it’s clearly an enormous struggle to stay calm.
He loses.
Graham rattles the cuffs, jerking against the headboard.
He goes to his stomach, tries to grind his cock against the bed, and swears at the discomfort of the cage.
His shoulders begin to shake and he whispers Colton’s name.
It’s beautiful and precious, and frankly it steals his breath to watch his boy fall apart.
He’ll remember this moment for the rest of his life and every time it’ll make him hard and amazed.
Graham ruts against the bed and then cries out, lifts his ass in the air in an attempt to get some relief from the hook.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” Colton asks, squeezing a tense cheek.
“Daddy! Why do you want this?” Like he’s asking God why he created the universe. He’s so desperate for an answer.
“Why do people want chocolate? It’s just good. You look fucking amazing. So fucking sexy. Want to see how much I like it?” He pulls down his underwear to below his balls so Graham can see how aroused he is.
Graham’s hands are pulled against his chest, under his chin because of the cuffs.
Colton kisses Graham on the mouth. He’s hot and salty from tears and breaking out into a sweat when he started thrashing.
Colton tastes more of him, moves down his neck, placing wet, open kisses that he hopes feel oppressive.
He swipes a finger lightly against the head of Graham’s cock and brings his sticky finger to his mouth, getting the taste of Graham on his tongue.
“Do you know what the problem is with getting what you want? With having really good chocolate?”
“What?” Graham asks, eyes wide with something that looks like fear in his eyes.
And that makes Colton hard. Harder than he’s ever been.
“It makes you want more. It makes me want to devour you, to ruin you, and see just how sweet and open… broken you can be for me. And only me. No one can ruin you like I can, baby.”
Graham comes, untouched, and drops hard into subspace.