Nathaniel #2
“I’m going to take that off of you now, and if you try to use your slimy little gift to control me, I’ll ruin you,” I warn. “As soon as I’m done playing your puppet, I’ll lock you right back up and leave you wanting.”
Landon… does nothing. He doesn’t glare, doesn’t fight me, doesn’t lash out. Big green eyes blink slowly, dazed, as he watches me rub myself against him.
My fingers find the knot I tied earlier, and though it leaves room to ruin my plans, I free his evil mouth.
He gasps, licking his lips as he heaves breath after breath. There are angry lines on either side of his face as he rests his hands in his lap, not quite touching the pretty little cage on his cock but close enough to do so if he wishes.
“Nate,” he mumbles, and those big green eyes find mine again.
“Hm?” I sound, rubbing my tip against his lower lip, watching the clear fluid soak into his skin.
“Shove it in,” he commands, and the air simmers, my body moving before I have the chance to think about it.
This desperate urge to please him, to do everything he wishes in this moment, is not my own. It’s his—he’s using coercion to force my dick into his mouth.
I shove it in, all the way past the tight seal of his throat as his eyes widen and he chokes. My hands grip the sides of his head as a loud, desperate groan leaves me.
“Fucking brat,” I hiss, pumping into his hot mouth with no remorse. “I told you not to do that.”
With his mouth stuffed full, Landon says nothing. Instead, he settles on sucking me down greedily, his hands locking onto my thighs as he swallows repeatedly.
The suction, the massaging of his warm, slick throat against my cock is making it hard to think, to chastise. You’d think that instead of commanding me to throat fuck him, he’d command that I take off the chastity cage.
But he didn’t. No, little Landon craved this instead. Because he likes being caged up—he likes being at my mercy and is incredibly angry about it.
This is the kind of fight I can give him; this is what he loves.
“If you think for a moment that I’ll let you run your mouth again, that I’ll let you manipulate me further, you’re sorely mistaken,” I tell him, driving my dick into his throat repeatedly.
Landon blinks up at me, fat tears pouring from his eyes and soaking into my skin.
“As soon as I’m done pounding your face, I’m going to shove this tie between these lush lips of yours, and then I’ll fuck you into submission. You will listen to me, Landon.”
A loud mewling noise leaves his throat at my promise, his nails making pretty little crescent moons against my flesh. Landon looks so needy, so fucked out already that I can’t stomach it.
I’m nauseous with want, with desire. The urge to come down his throat is so tempting that I almost blow, shoving my release deep into his stomach with no hesitation.
But then I remember his cock is caged, and how beautiful it’ll be to force his own come from his balls as he cries.
I pull from between his lips, my dick dripping and pulsing in the air between us.
“Nate,” Landon pants out, his voice sounding strained and desperate as he peers up at me with pleading, slutty eyes.
“No,” I interrupt, gripping his chin between my fingers before he can force out another command. “You’ve learned nothing. You’re horrible and manipulative, and I plan to fix that.”
He nods quickly, his skin warm against mine as he mumbles out, “Fix it, then,” between his squished lips.
I grab the tie from where it’s resting on the bed, shoving it between his lips and onto his tongue. Landon groans, a sound of pure filth, as I spin him, yanking him onto his knees and shoving his chest back against the mattress.
His hole is definitely stretched, having taken his fingers just now and another man’s cock last night, but I rub my thumb over his rim anyway. It’s soft and hot, wet and pliant beneath my touch as he moans and shoves back against me.
I deliver a sharp slap to his ass, watching my handprint appear against his tanned skin.
“Enough,” I grit out. “Take only what I give you, boy.”
And I do give it to him, snatching a condom from the counter before slipping it over my length and shoving my fat cockhead against his slick entrance with only the bit of lube he had used and his own spit to help against the resistance.
And the feeling of his warm, smooth inner walls gripping me for a second time? Glorious. It’s something you cannot recreate, something you cannot fathom without feeling it for yourself. I’m certifiably obsessed with his body and the sounds he’s making as I sink in, inch by inch.
My balls slap against his ass as I bottom out, his whole body shaking as I drape mine over his back. Landon is twitching around me, his hands gripping the comforter beneath us for dear life.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, burying my face in the soft crook of his neck. “You still feel so good. Even after taking another man, it still feels fantastic being inside of you.”
Landon tries to say something, and I’m very happy his mouth is out of commission, because I’m very certain whatever he wishes to say will only piss me off.
He lives to irritate me, and this moment is pure bliss. I can’t have him ruining it with words or his fucking personality.
I pull out as far as my hips will allow with how I’m lying over him, then slam home again, feeling his body rock against the force of it.
With his head to the side like this, I can see the streaks of his tears gliding down his cheeks; his lashes flutter every time I bottom out.
A hot, frantic lust is building inside of me, but I can’t come. Not until I force an orgasm out of him. My hand reaches under his propped body, my fingers clutching the metal of the chastity cage.
“Does it hurt, baby? Can you feel how powerless you are in this moment?” As I ask, I stroke the bars holding his cock, feeling his skin pulse as his length tries to harden.
Landon is giving me a show, full-blown sobbing now as I pound into him. It becomes apparent that I’m slamming into his prostate, one thrust at a time.
“It’ll all be over if you just come,” I promise him, dipping my fingers to the open end of the cage and nudging his slit.
Landon screeches, his whole body jerking beneath me. But then he’s shaking his head wildly against the bed, as if he’s pleading with me, telling me he can’t come. Not like this.
“If you can’t take it, give me two slaps,” I remind him, running my fingertips over his pebbled nipples. He shakes his head again, brows furrowing as he rocks against the bed. “Then come. I need you to. You need to.”
Leaving one hand on the cage, I drag the other lower, pushing against his taint, forcing more pressure on his prostate. My wrist brushes his swollen balls, rubbing against the tight skin with every thrust of my hips.
I’m stimulating so many sensitive parts of him that Landon can’t take it, and with a startled, pained groan, he finally comes.
It dribbles onto my hand, his cock soft and strangled as the fluid drips out of his slit in thin streaks.
“Mmph!”
“That’s perfect, sweet Lanny. So fucking pretty. I knew you could be good; I knew you could listen,” I praise, pounding into him harder but unwilling to pull my hands away, to stop feeling the pathetic excuse for a broken, strained orgasm he’s giving me.
There’s a small puddle in my palm as my own pleasure crests, filling the condom.
“Fuck!” I shout, my hips stuttering as sensation overcomes me. Landon is whining, his body going boneless in my arms. “Did it feel like torture? Did it fucking hurt?”
I sound delirious in my release, shoving my fingers angrily against his taint as I lick and suck at his neck. And he takes it so beautifully, gasping and groaning softly like he’s learning a very important, necessary lesson.
As I come down, I collapse on top of him. I stroke Landon’s hair, slowly bringing him back around as his eyes blink lazily, his ass twitching around my softening cock every few beats.
“I’m going to take this tie away now,” I tell him. “If you try anything funny, you’ll pay for it.”
My little lesson must have been just the thing Landon needed, because as I pull the tie out, he only whimpers, shoving his forehead against mine from where I’m draped over him, the side of my face pressed to the pillow next to him.
“Nate,” he whispers, and it sounds so fucking sweet coming from his mouth that I literally shiver, my dick slipping free from his abused hole. “Show me.”
“Show you?” I repeat, still steadily brushing his hair from his forehead as his eyes slip shut.
“Show me… show me the stars.” It’s a soft, barely there plea. One empty of manipulation and so desperate.
He’s asking me, not demanding it.
“Alright, little Lanny. I’ll show you the stars.”
It takes no effort to conjure illusion inside of me, and a few moments later, the room is shining. It’s less impressive here in the daylight, but it’s visible all the same. And as one bud of light traces his back, tickling his skin, his sated eyes open once more.
He peers around himself—as much as he can without moving, that is—and releases a pleased sigh.
“Perfect,” Landon mutters, his forehead rubbing gently against mine.
And then a moment later, he’s asleep.