11. Ethan #3
And that thought, for some reason, makes that weird, sad feeling come back. It chokes me. I feel like… fuck, like I can’t breathe. I don’t know where that feeling is coming from. I don’t know what it means, but every time Levi gasps against me in soft, startled pleasure, something in me just hurts.
I pull the toy out of Levi. I push away from him, dropping the dildo and the knife back onto the tray. I hear him gasping behind me as I walk off. I walk all the way across the room to the prayer bench, where I drop down on my knees.
I clasp my hands, bow my head, and try to breathe. I try to get rid of this strange, sad emotion. I don’t like it.
When I hear Levi crying, I squeeze my eyes shut. I try to shut it out, but I can’t.
I get up. I go back.
I focus on him, just on him. On his need. On his desperation. On his confusion.
“Please,” he gasps when he hears me approach. “Please.”
I step between his spread legs. I whisper in his ear, “Please what?”
But he only cries because he doesn’t know. As much as I’ve done to him, he’s never been fucked. He doesn’t know that’s what he’s asking for. He doesn’t know that’s what he needs.
But I do.
So I reach down and unlatch the cage. I let it fall to the ground. I cry out as the restriction vanishes and my cock fills. I get hard so fast that I’m dizzy. My balls are hugely swollen. I need to come—and so does he.
I look down and see Levi’s cock stiff and dark and almost painful looking. I reach back for the lube, scrambling it off the tray. I can’t make myself pull away from him, not with my cock hard and finally, finally free.
I pump lube into my hand. I bite my lip as I slick myself.
I use the rest on Levi, slipping my hand between our bodies to grip his cock.
I’m still leaning against him, and he’s crying out in my ear.
I guide my cock to his hole and push inside.
I open him wider and deeper than the dildo.
I fill his body in a way that has him gasping and whining.
I give him a moment, just one moment—then I bite his neck and start to fuck him.
I don’t really track what happens. It gets ugly and animalistic, just a raw, brutal rutting as I grip Levi’s straps and fuck him until he screams and thrashes, clenching on me as he comes all over both of us. I bury myself deep as my balls draw up and I start to come inside him.
But it’s not enough. I’m not done, not after so long in the cage. Levi is shocked and shaking, but he only gets a few seconds to catch his breath before I start fucking him again.
I release my bite on his neck and smash my face against his. He whines and whimpers. His cock stiffens.
God, he’s such a good boy.
I get rough and dirty. I fuck him until he clenches on me again, screaming as his cock releases, straining against the straps. Again, it triggers me to orgasm.
I don’t stop until he’s crying. I’m still not done, but he is. I pull out of him, semi-hard and aching, slightly sick.
I take the ball stretcher off him. I release his bindings and pull him out of the chair, leaving the blindfold. He clings to me, wrapping his arms and legs around me as I carry him out of the playroom.
I have every intention of taking him to his room, but for some reason, I take him to mine. I walk straight through the huge bedroom to the bathroom, all the way to the shower. I lean in and turn on the water. Levi is still clinging to me. He’s shaking. I think I am too.
When the water’s warm, I step into the shower with Levi still in my arms. He startles when the water hits his back.
I tap his leg, telling him to get down. He obeys but still clings to me.
I pull off the sodden blindfold, but he buries his face against me like he’s not ready to see the world just yet.
I feel strange, uncomfortable things as he leans against me, but I work around them.
I wash him clean. I’m gentle now, lightly scrubbing his hair, then washing between his legs.
He’s not very coherent, but he tries to obey when I ask him to turn.
He leans back against me as I wash his stomach and cock.
I start to calm down.
We get out of the shower. I try to leave him standing on the mat while I get a fresh towel, but he follows me, tracking water across the tiles. I wrap him up in a fluffy towel. I use another on his hair. He’s still dazed. His eyes are huge.
I quickly dry myself off then guide him into the bedroom and to the bed. I lift the covers, and he gets in. I don’t know why I get in with him, but that’s what I do.
He curls up against me. There are so many emotions in me. Anger is one of them. It’s twisting around in my gut. There’s a scream somewhere, locked deep—because this isn’t how things work.
Someone should be on the floor, crying and dirty. Someone should scream and beg and pray. There should be blood.
Instead, there’s a soft bed.
Instead, I’m shushing him and holding him. And though I’m shaking with all the things that are supposed to be happening, I’m glad they’re not.
So I curl around him and hold off the demons.