Chapter 8
brETT
He pulled his fingers out slowly, dragging every slick inch along my sensitive walls until my greedy hole fluttered and clenched around nothing but cool air.
I actually whimpered, a high, pathetic sound that poured out of my throat before I could swallow it.
Being locked in that fucking steel cage had turned me into this, a leaking, desperate mess making noises I didn’t even recognize as my own.
My heavy balls throbbed painfully against the tight ring, my thick cock crammed uselessly inside the short tube, the fat head purple and swollen, forcing out thick, sticky ropes of pre-cum that ran down over my aching nuts and soaked the sheets beneath my ass.
Miles sat back on his knees and looked down at me like he owned every inch of my body. Meanwhile, I got my first real look at his body.
He was lean and smooth, with a quiet definition that wasn’t performative, just the body of someone who moved through the world comfortably in his own skin. A trail of dark hair grew below his navel. His cock was hard and flushed, long and thick, curving slightly upward.
I’d already had it down my throat, choking and drooling on it like a starving slut, but seeing it now, glistening with lube, knowing exactly where it was about to go, hit me like a punch to the gut. My hole twitched hard, clenching like it was begging for him.
He clicked the lube open and coated himself slowly, stroking from the thick base all the way to the swollen tip with long, deliberate pulls.
The wet, shiny sounds filled the room. His eyes never left mine, dark and steady, like he was enjoying watching me fall apart.
Knowing Miles, the slowness was both practical and pure torture.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice cracking. My caged cock gave another violent twitch, leaking even harder, the steel tube tugging mercilessly at my swollen balls.
He moved between my spread thighs, gripping my thick legs and pushing them wider, opening me completely.
The blunt, slick head of his cock pressed right against my hole, hot and heavy, just resting there, not pushing yet, just letting me feel it.
My breath went shallow and fast, chest heaving, heart slamming against my ribs.
Then he pushed forward.
The stretch hit me instantly, total and overwhelming. My virgin hole clenched hard out of pure instinct from the thick invasion, but Miles held steady, firm and patient, just keeping that relentless pressure.
My tight ring slowly gave way around the fat head of his cock, opening with a burning, electric pop that crackled up my spine and exploded behind my eyes. The sensation was a deep, stretching fullness that made my toes curl and my caged dick jerk inside its prison.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He kept pushing deeper, slow and inevitable, every thick inch announcing itself as it slid into me.
I felt the flared ridge of his cock head pop past my rim, then the veiny shaft stretching me wider, hotter, impossibly full as he sank inch by inch.
My inner walls rippled and clenched around him, greedy and overwhelmed, trying to pull him deeper even as the burn made my eyes water.
The upward curve of his cock dragged right across my prostate with every slow thrust, sending sharp, blinding sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my trapped dick and making my heavy balls draw up tight against the steel ring.
Miles didn’t rush. He took his time, sinking into my tight jock ass with the same calm patience he’d used on everything else this week, claiming me one careful, devastating degree at a time.
My hole stretched around his thickness, gripping him like a hot, slick fist, the wet sounds of lube filling the room with every shallow rock of his hips.
I was panting now, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my abs, my caged cock leaking in messy, continuous spurts while my ass took every inch of him like it was made for this.
The cage between my legs registered a loud and furious opinion about all of this. My cock shoved against the steel, hard and aching, pre-cum already leaking from the tip and running warm and wasted down the bars.
He pushed deeper still.
“Miles—”
“Almost,” he said.
One more slow push and he filled me completely, his hips flush against me, buried to the hilt in my virgin hole, and we both went completely still.
The fullness was extraordinary. I could feel my pulse in my hole. I could feel him everywhere, thick and throbbing, impossibly deep, my body stretched wide around him and somehow already wanting more.
“Breathe,” Miles said.
I breathed.
He pushed deeper.
“Fuck,” I said.
“Yeah.”
He moved, just a slow drag back, barely halfway, then forward again. I dug my fingers into his hips. My back arched off the bed.
“Miles—”
“I’ve got you,” he said.
He built it gradually. Slow deep strokes that filled me up completely every single time, his hips meeting mine with a soft slap of skin, his eyes on my face, reading me like a problem he already knew how to solve.
The intimacy of that nearly undid me faster than anything else, being watched that closely, being known that clearly.
My hole stretched around him as my body finally, fully surrendered to it. The resistance gave way to something electric, something that lit up the same spot his fingers had found, that white-hot button, now being pressed from a completely different angle with every forward stroke.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Miles smiled. “There it is.”
He angled his hips deliberately, nailing that swollen spot inside me with every thrust, and I grabbed the headboard with both hands, knuckles white, muscles straining.
The cage was merciless. My thick cock was so hard it hurt, the fat head crushed against the steel bars, veins bulging, leaking a constant flood of warm pre-cum that ran in sticky rivers down over my swollen balls and soaked everything beneath me.
I couldn’t stroke it, I couldn’t even grind against anything.
It was just the cruel, constant pressure of being fucked open while Miles kept me dangling right on the edge of something I couldn’t reach.
My heavy nuts pulled tight against the ring, aching, throbbing, denied for days, and every deep stroke made them bounce helplessly.
It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt in my life.
“Harder,” I begged.
Miles gave it to me harder.
The headboard started knocking softly against the wall.
My hole took every thick inch, slick and greedy, stretched wide and loose around him, clenching like it never wanted him to leave.
I felt split open in the most perfect way, with every carefully built layer of myself dissolving with each wet slap of his hips against my ass.
He leaned down, chest pressing to mine, and dragged his mouth up my throat, kissing the sweat from my skin before finding my jaw.
I turned my head and met him, kissing him deeply, tongues sliding, spit mixing, while he kept fucking me slow and hard.
The combination hit somewhere way past my body.
His cock buried in my guts and his lips claiming my mouth at the same time made me feel completely undone.
“Brett.” His voice was low and wrecked right against my ear. He was close to cumming.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
“I want you to cum with me,” he growled, breath hot on my skin. “Right now.”
“I can’t—” My fingers dug harder into the headboard. “Miles, I’m still caged, I can’t—”
“You don’t need to be unlocked to cum,” he said, low and certain, lips brushing my ear. “Just let go.”
He drove deep and held there, then started a slow, deliberate grind, rolling his hips so the thick head of his cock pressed firm and relentlessly against that swollen button inside me.
The pressure built differently this time.
It wasn’t the fast, sharp climb I knew from jerking off.
This was slower, deeper, radiating outward from my hole in heavy, liquid waves, like something massive was gathering with nowhere left to escape.
He kept that grind going mercilessly, his cock stroking that spot over and over while my caged dick leaked in helpless spurts. My whole body started shaking, thighs trembling, abs clenching, sweat dripping down my chest.
Then the feeling crested.
It rolled through me in long, devastating waves, starting deep behind my navel and exploding outward through every nerve.
My hole clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing and milking him in rhythmic spasms as the orgasm surged through me from the inside out.
My trapped cock jerked inside the steel tube, pulsing and throbbing without any real spurts, just a thin, continuous trickle of cum leaking out in helpless dribbles that ran down the bars and over my aching balls.
No explosion. No relief in the usual way. It was just this deep, full-body release that felt like my soul was being wrung out through my prostate.
I heard myself make a sound I’d never made. Not a groan, but something quieter, more broken, more surrendered. A soft, shattered moan came straight from my chest as the waves kept crashing through me, one after another, leaving me shaking.
Every muscle in my body locked and released in time with the endless pulses ripping through my hole and my leaking, caged cock. This was it. This was what I’d always needed but never knew existed.
When the waves finally started to fade, I lay there completely hollowed out and buzzing, every circuit in my body lit up, my hole still fluttering weakly around Miles’ cock.
He buried himself to the hilt one last time, groaning low and raw into my shoulder as he came, flooding me with thick, hot pulses of cum deep inside me. His whole body shook against mine, hips jerking, breath ragged, filling me until I could feel the warmth spreading through my core.
I was still trembling, still leaking weakly through the cage, still clenching around him like I never wanted him to pull out.
This was me now.
And fuck... I didn’t want it any other way.
We stayed tangled together for a long time, neither of us in any hurry to move.
His weight pressed me into the mattress, warm and solid.
His breath ghosted slow and steady against my neck, damp with sweat.
The deep, throbbing ache in my stretched hole felt right, like my body had finally been used the way it was always meant to be.
The heavy steel cage still locked tight around my spent, leaking cock felt right too, a constant reminder that even my orgasms belonged to him now.
Every impossible, inconvenient piece of this felt exactly where it should be.
I stared up at the ceiling, chest still rising and falling in lazy waves, my thighs trembling from the aftershocks.
“Hey Miles,” I said finally.
“Yeah?” he answered, still a little breathless, lips brushing my skin.
“I think this is how it was always meant to be.”
He lifted his head just enough to look at me. Those calm, dark eyes studied my face, quiet and knowing, the corner of his mouth twitching into the smallest, most satisfied smile.
“I know,” he said softly.
A slow, stupid grin spread across my face as I felt his cum leak out of my well-fucked hole and slide down between my cheeks. My caged cock gave one last weak, happy twitch, still dripping.
“Yeah,” I murmured, threading my fingers through his damp hair, pulling him against my chest. “I guess I’m yours now.”
Miles hummed low in agreement, pressing a lazy kiss against my jaw before settling his weight on me again, heavy and warm and possessive.
I closed my eyes, letting the deep, satisfied ache settle into my bones, the cage snug and comforting between my legs, his cum still warm inside me.