Joey lounged back against the bedframe, legs wide, thighs heavy and thick like tree trunks. He was getting huge since Justin started training him. And now that Justin was caged, he felt huge all the time.
He hadn’t bothered putting on pants after his workout—just trunks, peeled down now so his cock could stretch out, lazy and pulsing, already half hard from the way Justin had been squirming all morning in his little skirt.
Justin knelt between his legs like it was worship, like it was home. The baby blue skirt fluttered around his thighs, soft and silly, barely covering the curve of his plugged ass. His pink thong had slipped to the side hours ago, and he’d stopped bothering to fix it. The cage nestled snug between his legs, locked tight, warm with slick and pressure. He’d been throbbing around it since sunrise.
Joey reached down, his hand curling in Justin’s hair, thumb brushing over the delicate shell of his ear. “You ready to goon out for it again, princess?”
Justin nodded too fast. “Y-yes. Please. Your cock… it’s so—fuck—Joey, I can’t, it’s so big, I forgot how big, how fat—”
Joey chuckled low and mean, hips flexing just enough for his cock to bob against Justin’s lip. “You didn’t forget. You never forget.”
Justin whimpered as it bounced across his cheek, then his nose. He licked the base, where the thick shaft met dark curls. He moaned. Just from the taste.
“Fuck,” Justin breathed, already sounding gone, drunk. “I missed it. I missed your smell, Joey. Missed how it feels in my mouth, how heavy it gets when it’s about to blow.”
He dragged his tongue up the length slowly, reverently, like it was a sacred path to holiness. Joey groaned low in approval.
“That’s it,” Joey murmured, voice thick. “Talk to it. Let him know how much you missed him.”
Justin kissed the tip. “I did. I missed you so much, big fat penis,” he whispered to the cock, lips brushing it like a secret. “Joey’s big, dumb, king-sized cock.”
The plug shifted deep inside him as he squirmed, skirt bouncing. Joey grabbed his own shaft and stroked it once, slow, right in front of Justin’s wide eyes. It made a wet sound. Justin shivered.
“Open your mouth,” Joey said.
Justin obeyed instantly. Tongue out, eyes huge and shining. He looked like a cartoon slut, a muscle princess in goon trance. Baby blue and pink, locked and plugged, and trembling with anticipation.
Joey slapped his cock against Justin’s tongue once, twice. It made a lewd, wet smack.
Justin moaned like he’d been kissed by God.
“Wider,” Joey ordered.
Justin opened his mouth until his jaw creaked, tongue flexing as Joey fed it to him—just the head, swollen and leaking. Justin sucked. Eyes fluttering. Hips rocking like a little sissy boy in heat, even though his cock was caged and useless. His hands gripped Joey’s thighs like life preservers.
Justin moaned around the head, drooling now, leaking from the tip of his cage. His whole body was one big ache.
“Say thank you,” Joey growled. “You’re a lucky little princess to get this cock. A lot of boys want it. But you’re the one who gets to live on it.”
Justin pulled off just enough to whisper, “Thank you, Joey. Thank you for letting me worship it. Letting me get stupid on your cock. Letting me… be this.”
Joey grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down deeper. Justin gagged once but stayed there, nose pressed to skin, inhaling the sweat, the salt, the man. His whole body went loose. Feral. Soft and submissive and gone.
“Yeah,” Joey hissed. “That’s it. Goon out for me. Forget everything. You’re just a cage and a hole and a mouth now. Nothing else matters but my cock.”
Joey grinned down at him, lazy and cruel. One big hand cradled the back of Justin’s head, fingers tangled in soft hair, guiding the rhythm—slow, relentless.
“Go on, princess,” he murmured. “Tell me how much you missed it. Say it with your mouth full.”
Justin tried. His lips were stretched around the thick shaft, drool dripping down his chin, cage throbbing uselessly. He pulled back just enough to catch a ragged breath, then pressed forward again with a desperate moan.
“Mnn—sho fahh… sho puhf-fuhh…”
Joey rocked his hips gently, just enough to nudge deeper. “What’s that? Speak up, baby.”
Justin gagged lightly but didn’t stop, words bubbling around the weight in his mouth.
“C’n’ven… bwee’ righ’… wif iff in mehh—mmn—d’n’wanna… b-bwee’…”
Joey held him there, cock heavy on Justin’s tongue, throbbing. “Of course you don’t. You don’t need air. You just need this, huh?”
Justin whimpered, blinked up at him with tear-glossed eyes. Slobber spilled from the corners of his lips as he tried again.
“Jush… wan’na stay… here… pluh’d’n’ lock’d… ‘n dwoo-lin’…”
Joey gently pushed in deeper, watching his princess shiver and melt, skirt fluttering as his hole clenched around the plug.
“Go on,” Joey whispered. “Say the rest.”
Justin choked a little on the next thrust, then blinked again, dazed, gone. “J-jush… wan’… l-live… in y’r lap, Joey… pweez… pweez… d’n’ev’r take ih ‘way…”
Joey grinned. “That’s right. Say it.”
“I’d d-die—”
Joey leaned back, his cock heavy and slick with spit, resting on Justin’s outstretched tongue. One hand gripped the back of Justin’s head like a handle, the other lazily stroked his own shaft, feeding it back in inch by inch. His voice was low, coaxing, cruel.
“Say it, princess. C’mon. Tell me how much you love it.”
Justin’s eyes rolled, drool spilling past his lips as he tried to speak. His jaw ached, throat raw, but he didn’t stop. He pulled back just enough to mumble through the stretch:
“Mnn—sho fahh… sho puh-fehh…”
Joey rocked his hips forward again, stuffing his cock back past Justin’s lips. “What was that? My what?”
Justin moaned helplessly, then tried again, babbling around the thick shaft:
“I luhhh… y’r big… f-fat peee-niss…”
Joey chuckled, cock twitching in his mouth. “Yeah you do. Say whose it is.”
Justin gagged softly, then drooled the words around the tip, eyes fluttering:
“Joey’sh… big f-fat peh-niss… h-his big… fat bonahhh…”
Joey grinned wickedly and pressed deeper, hips slow, steady, rhythm cruel.
“Say it like you mean it.”
Justin’s voice broke into a choked moan, tears tracking down his cheeks as he let it all out, breathless and gone:
“I fuh-fuckin’ luhhhve it… love it… jush wanna stay here… pluhgg’d… ‘n locked… ‘n d-droolin’…”
Joey held him there, cock buried deep, plug grinding inside him as Justin squirmed in his baby blue skirt, thighs trembling. His whole body was a prayer, a cage, a vessel for cock worship.
Joey stroked his hair. “That’s my girl. Say it again.”
Justin sobbed through the spit, voice barely a whisper around the thick shaft in his throat.
“So fahh… sho puh-fehh… I luhhhve y’r big fat penis…”
Joey let his cock slide out just far enough for Justin to gasp for air. He petted his cheek. “Good girl.”
Justin collapsed forward, mouth open, tongue out, gasping and leaking and giggling through tears. Gooned out. Gone.
“Shhh,” Joey purred. “Just let it take over. You’re doing so good. Look how pretty you are in that skirt, baby. All dumb and slutty for Daddy’s cock.”
Justin came then. Without touching himself. Caged and helpless, hole clenching around the plug. His whole body shook as he choked on Joey’s length, moaning through the orgasm that hit him like a truck.
Joey held him down, riding out the aftershocks, petting his hair. “Good girl,” he said softly.
Joey kissed his way down slowly, almost dazed, like he was falling into worship without thinking. Justin was still trembling, arms loose at his sides, the cage pulsing and twitching, plug nestled deep, his whole body flushed and shining. He was soaked, inside and out, skin buzzing from orgasm, breath soft and ragged.
Joey dropped to his knees behind him.
“I gotta see it,” he whispered.
Justin didn’t answer—just arched his back, the skirt fluttering up to reveal pink, swollen cheeks, the thong clinging to one side, the base of the plug peeking out between them like a jewel. The cage dangled beneath, glistening. Every inch of him looked kissed by heat, used and holy.
Joey groaned like a man starving.
He hooked his thumbs under the string of the thong and pulled it to the side. HIs cheeks bounced once, perfect and round, still flexing in little aftershocks. Joey pushed the skirt up completely, bunching it around Justin’s waist like a bow on a gift.
Then he lowered his mouth.
He started with a kiss. Just one. On the highest point of Justin’s left cheek. Then the right. Then again. Slower, wetter. His hands gripped Justin’s hips, squeezing possessively as he kissed the warm skin over and over, trailing his tongue lower until he reached the base of the plug.
“Oh my god,” Joey whispered. “Look at you. You’ve got the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Justin moaned softly, still floating. He let his head hang, knees spread wider.
Joey nosed between his cheeks, inhaled. “God, princess. You smell so good. Like sweat and soap and slut.”
He kissed around the plug, nuzzling it with his nose, letting his tongue flick out just beneath where the silicone met skin. Justin whimpered, clenching down involuntarily.
“Shh,” Joey whispered. “It’s okay. Let me kiss it.”
And he did.
He licked along the seam where plug met hole, tracing the soft tension of Justin’s ring, wetting it, coaxing it. His tongue pressed underneath, then circled wide, teasing every nerve-ending with slow, deliberate worship.
“That’s it,” Joey murmured, voice low and desperate. “Your little hole… your sweet cunt… your princess pussy…”
Justin shivered. “Joey…”
“You were made for this,” Joey went on, drunk on the scent, the taste, the shape of him. “Made to be filled. Plugged. Fucked. Bred.”
He pulled back just enough to watch his spit slick over the curves of Justin’s hole, then pressed his lips to it and sucked gently, letting his tongue swirl around the base of the plug, tasting where his princess ended and the toy began.
“You’re so soft back here,” Joey whispered, kissing lower, then higher, tongue painting across both cheeks now, mouth wide and reverent. “So pretty. I wanna stay here forever. Just between your cheeks, buried in your pussy.”
Justin let out a high, breathless moan, the kind that made the cage rattle.
Joey smiled. “You like when I call it that?”
“Y-yeah,” Justin panted.
“My good girl’s got a perfect little pussy,” Joey cooed. “You’re all swollen and needy back here, baby. You want Daddy to tongue your butthole till you forget your name?”
Justin whimpered. “Yes. Yes, please—”
Joey dove in.
He tongued the plug mercilessly, slathering it, fucking Justin’s pucker with his spit, kissing all around the rim like it was a second mouth, desperate to be opened. Every time he dragged his tongue up between Justin’s cheeks, he moaned like he was tasting honey. Every flick, every kiss, was soaked with praise.
“You’re leaking from the cage,” Joey murmured, glancing up. “Dripping down your thighs. Good girl.”
He kissed the inner thigh, then licked straight up back to the hole, nosing the plug again like it belonged to him. Like he was the plug. Like he wanted to be it.
“I wanna get in there,” he breathed, almost feral. “I wanna take the plug out and eat you until I can’t breathe. I wanna drown in your pussy, princess.”
Justin was gasping now, rocking gently back against his face, gooning out all over again.
“Please,” Justin whispered. “Don’t stop. Keep worshipping my—my cunt.”
Joey moaned like he’d just been granted purpose. “Yes, baby. Your cunt. Your soft, tight, locked-up, stretched-out, beautiful fucking cunt.”
He licked the rim again, then kissed the base of the plug one last time, sucking at it like a lollipop.
And then—just once—he whispered, low and ragged:
“Thank you for letting me serve it.”
Joey pressed one last kiss to the base of the plug, lips lingering. Then he pulled back, hands still resting on Justin’s hips, thumbs softly rubbing the dip just above his cheeks.
“Gonna take it out now,” he murmured. “Nice and slow.”
Justin whined, hole clenching instinctively. “Wait—Joey—”
“I got you, baby,” Joey whispered. “It’s okay. Just wanna kiss you bare. Just wanna feel you with my mouth.”
He leaned forward again, kissing just above the plug—then just below—until Justin moaned and melted, arching his back in surrender.
Joey reached between his thighs and gently gripped the base. He gave it a small, testing pull. Justin shuddered.
“Relax,” Joey breathed. “Let your king take it out.”
He began to ease it free.
The stretch was obscene. The noise slick and intimate. Joey groaned as he watched it slowly slide from his princess’s hole—inch by inch, until the thickest part popped free with a wet sound. Justin gasped, whole body trembling, hole clenching open and fluttering as it tried to remember what to do.
Joey held the plug for a moment, gazing at it like a relic, then set it aside. All his focus snapped back to what had been revealed.
“Oh… baby…”
Justin’s hole twitched, red and glistening, softly gaped and leaking. It pulsed like a second heartbeat, loose and shiny, inviting.
Joey didn’t waste a second.
He dropped his mouth to it and kissed it. Wet. Deep. Hungry.
Justin screamed.
“Fuck—Joey—oh my god—”
Joey licked a wide stripe from taint to tailbone, then back down, flattening his tongue and dragging it over every inch of skin between Justin’s cheeks. His hands spread them wide, exposing everything, and his mouth just devoured.
He kissed the rim like it was the center of the world. He circled it with his tongue. He licked into the crease like a man possessed, inhaling every scent, tasting every twitch.
And then—he started fucking it with his tongue. Slick and slow at first, then deeper. Justin choked on a moan, whole body jolting like he’d been plugged in.
Joey was grunting now, hips grinding into the mattress as he tongue-fucked his princess’s pussy, pulling the cheeks apart, using his thumbs to open Justin wider as his tongue pushed and curled and dove.
“You’re so open,” Joey panted, breath hot. “So fucking wet back here. Your little cunt’s dripping. You’re sucking me in like you need it.”
Justin could barely speak, just moaned, babbled, arched his back like an offering.
Joey buried his face deeper. “Say it,” he groaned. “Say what it is.”
“My… my p-pussy,” Justin gasped. “My princess p-pussy. My hole. My c-cunt.”
“Yeah,” Joey growled. “Your cunt. My favorite place in the world.”
He gave it one last, wet suck then pulled back, panting. Justin was shaking.
Joey’s fingers slid down, slick with spit, tracing circles around the twitching rim. “You want more, baby?”
“Y-yes,” Justin whimpered. “Please.”
Joey licked one finger clean, then pushed it in slowly, watching Justin’s hole bloom around it. Soft. Hot. Willing.
He moaned. “Ohhh fuck, you’re so soft inside.”
He started working it gently, curling the tip, spreading his fingers just enough to stretch the walls apart. Justin mewled. The sound was feminine and filthy and perfect.
“Gonna give you two,” Joey said, slipping a second finger in beside the first. “Stretch this pretty pussy open.”
Justin sobbed into the sheets, back arched, cage throbbing between his legs.
Joey leaned down and kissed one cheek. “You’re doing so good for me, princess. Just let it open. Let me in. Let me feel you.”
He twisted his fingers, rubbed deep, found the spot that made Justin gasp and twitch. The cage jerked. Justin nearly screamed.
“There she is,” Joey whispered. “My good girl. My pretty little muscle princess. All stretched out and ready.”
His fingers pumped, slow and thick, tongue still licking the rim around them, spit everywhere, everything glistening and ruined and holy.
“I wanna crawl inside you,” Joey said, delirious. “Wanna disappear into your cunt. Wanna stay in here forever. Just me, my fingers, and this perfect fucking pussy.”
Justin was crying now—quiet, overwhelmed tears, too full, too open, too gone.
Joey held him, still fingering him deep, whispering between kisses to his cheeks, his hole, his thighs:
“Thank you for letting me in.”
Joey lay flat now, panting, lips slick with spit and sweat and Justin. His chest rose and fell in slow, deep waves, eyes half-lidded, hair matted to his forehead. He looked wrecked—but hungry.
“Come here,” he rasped. “Sit on my face, princess.”
Justin froze, flushed, his knees still trembling. “Wh-what?”
Joey looked up at him, pupils blown wide. “I want to eat it. Again. Sweet and swollen and all mine. Get up here.”
Justin whimpered—but obeyed.
He crawled up Joey’s body, cage dangling, thighs flushed and trembling. His little baby blue skirt bunched around his waist. Joey’s hands gripped his hips as he climbed, guiding him higher, higher until Justin’s slick pussy hovered just inches above Joey’s mouth.
“Sit,” Joey whispered. “Put that cunt on my face. Let me breathe you in.”
Justin lowered.
The contact was instant and electric. Joey moaned into his hole, tongue diving deep again, fingers digging into Justin’s ass as he sealed his mouth over the pucker. Justin shouted, whole body jolting.
“F-fuck—Joey—oh my god—”
Joey sucked, kissed, slathered. His tongue circled and pressed and licked like it belonged there. Like it had missed its home.
Justin quivered, panting, eyes fluttering shut—and then opened again when he felt it. Against his belly. Thick and hot and perfect.
Joey’s cock.
Hard again. Proud. Fat and flushed, glistening with pre.
Justin moaned.
“Oh my god—Joey,” he whispered, staring down at it like it had appeared from a dream. “It’s so… fat. Still. Always.”
He bent forward, his hole still planted squarely on Joey’s mouth, his tongue flicking at the rim with perfect rhythm. Justin took the cock in both hands and whimpered.
“I love your penis,” he said, and kissed the tip. “I fucking love your big fat penis. Your boner. Your—fuck—your massive, juicy cock…”
He nuzzled it, licking up the shaft slowly, cage twitching with every moan. Joey groaned into his hole, hips bucking slightly as Justin worshipped.
“Joey’s penis,” Justin babbled. “It’s yours. The king cock. My favorite thing in the world. Your fat, dumb, perfect dick…”
He kissed the crown, then the base, then licked around it in wide, reverent circles. Joey’s moans were loud now, vibrating into Justin’s hole. His tongue pushed, fucking up into him in rhythm with Justin’s worship below.
Joey’s cock jumped in his hand, pulsing.
Justin lowered his mouth and took it in—just the head, slow and soaking.
Joey groaned into his pussy, licking harder now, tongue wild and wet. Justin rode his face, grinding slowly, whining into the cock between his lips.
“I love your penis,” he sobbed, spit dripping down his chin. “I love it I love it I love it—”
He bounced gently on Joey’s face, hole clenching, skirt bouncing, lips sliding up and down the shaft.
“Best. Penis. Ever.”
He took it deeper. Joey licked harder.
A perfect loop.
Gooned-out princess. Worshipped king. Two bodies in worship, lost in each other.
Justin was giggling now, high and breathless, cock-drunk and pussy-blissed, grinding down on Joey’s face like he couldn’t get enough. His thighs trembled. The cage throbbed. His skirt bounced with every little movement, and the heat between them was soaked in spit, slick, and sweat.
“I love your cock,” he babbled again, more for himself than Joey. “Love bouncing for it. Love riding your tongue like a little slut… your dumb gooned-out princess…”
Joey’s hands slid up his thighs. Slow. Steady. Almost unnoticed.
Justin was too far gone to register the shift. He was rocking forward and back, hole fluttering, plug-long-gone and twitching open, still leaking. His knees spread wider, and Joey guided him with ease—sliding down, down his own body. Mouth to chest. Chest to abs.
Justin gasped a little as the slick head of Joey’s cock nudged between his cheeks—but he didn’t stop. Didn’t pause.
Joey was so hard he felt like iron. Thick. Proud. Pointed perfectly at Justin’s glistening hole.
And then—
On the next bounce—
It slipped in.
Not all at once. But enough.
Justin let out a sound like a gasp, a moan, a sob, a song.
“Joey—”
Joey grabbed his hips, firm and sure. “Shhh,” he breathed. “Just keep bouncing, baby.”
And Justin did.
His eyes rolled back as he sank further, hole stretching, slowly swallowing Joey’s cock inch by inch. His skirt bunched around his waist, pink thong pushed aside, cage dangling and twitching beneath him as he took it.
“Oh my god,” Justin whimpered. “It’s in—it’s in—Joey, I’m riding your cock—”
Joey just nodded, jaw clenched, face slick with spit and hunger. “You’re doing so good. Look at you, princess. Taking your king’s cock like a throne.”
Justin moaned as the last inch slid inside, full and thick, stretching him deeper than the plug ever had. His hole pulsed around it, needy and wet.
“Can’t believe how good it feels,” he babbled. “Can’t believe I’m filled up with your fat fucking penis…”
Joey rocked his hips up once—deep.
Justin cried out, hands flying to Joey’s chest for balance, eyes wide and wild.
“I’m… I’m riding it,” he gasped. “I’m really… riding your cock…”
“Uh-huh,” Joey growled. “You’re bouncing on it like a slut. My pretty little muscle princess, dripping, locked, stuffed with dick.”
Justin bounced again. It slid deeper. And now he couldn’t stop. Up. Down. Gasp. Moan. Goon. He was drooling. Shaking. Laughing through tears. He reached back and grabbed his cheeks, spreading himself wider so he could ride Joey’s cock even harder.
“Your cock’s so fat,” he sobbed. “So perfect. It fills my pussy. My little pink princess cunt.”
Joey met him now, thrust for bounce. Rhythm for rhythm.
“Fuck,” Justin cried. “I love it! I love being your princess. I love bouncing on my king’s big penis!”
Joey slapped his ass. “Then bounce, baby. Make those cheeks clap.”
And Justin did. Faster. Sloppier. No rhythm. Just need. Until the sound of their bodies was nothing but wet.
Joey held his breath as he pulled his hips back. Just a little. Just enough to feel the drag, the tightness, the exquisite grip of Justin’s slick, twitching pussy as it tried to keep him.
Justin gasped, head thrown back, hands fisting the sheets. Then Joey thrust forward. Deep. Justin screamed.
Joey groaned like a beast, forehead pressing to Justin’s leg, shoulders flexing under his thighs. The motion was heavy, full-bodied, like each thrust came from the floor, through his spine, and poured out through his cock.
Justin’s cage bounced with each movement. His skirt fluttered like wings. Joey found the rhythm. Deep grinding. Deliberate. Like he was carving his name inside of Justin.
The sound of their bodies filled the room: wet, rhythmic, obscene. Justin couldn’t stop moaning.
“Ohmygod—Joey—Joey—your cock—your fat cock—it’s so deep, it’s so deep—”
Joey grunted with each thrust. “Say it again.”
Justin sobbed. “It’s… it’s perfect. Your penis is perfect. Your boner. Your king cock. I feel it in my belly—”
Joey leaned in more, folding him tighter, his legs pressed against his chest now. He kissed his ankle. Then his knee. Then the inside of his thigh.
And he fucked. Harder now. Faster. Each thrust slammed against his soft, stretched hole, slick and soaking, his whole body singing from it.
“You take it so good,” Joey growled. “You were built for this. This little hole was made to be filled with me.”
Justin could only babble.
“Yes—yes—yes—fuck—it’s yours—your cock lives in me now—lives in my cunt—”
Joey went harder. The bed creaked. Justin bounced. His cage was leaking now, a mess against his belly, his body lost in waves of cock pleasure.
Joey’s voice dropped to a whisper, savage and soft. “You’re gonna make me cum.”
Justin blinked up at him, eyes wide, dazed, gone. “In me?”
Joey nodded. “Deep. Right in your pussy.”
Justin sobbed. “Please. Please, Joey. I want your cum in my princess cunt—”
Joey snapped his hips forward, a brutal thrust—
—and froze. His whole body locked.
Then he groaned, a deep, feral sound, as he spilled inside Justin, hot and thick and endless. Justin felt it pulse. Felt it paint his insides. Felt the cock twitch and throb and empty like a breaking dam.
He came again. Ruined. Hands gripping Joey’s arms like lifelines. His cage twitched violently, untouched, as the orgasm rocked through his hole.
They didn’t move. Just breathed. Together. Still connected. Still locked.
Joey slowly lowered Justin’s legs from his shoulders, laying them gently on either side of his hips. Then he collapsed forward, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, his cock still buried, softening inside his princess.
Justin wrapped his arms around Joey’s neck, eyes wet, lips swollen.
“You came in me,” he whispered.
Joey kissed his cheek. They lay there for a long, quiet moment. Joey’s cock still buried deep, softening slowly, the heat of his cum seeping out around the base. Justin blinked up at the ceiling, breath shaky, skin flushed. His thighs trembled, legs still spread and pinned beneath Joey’s weight.
Joey kissed him. Then, wordlessly, he began to move. He pulled out slow. A deep, wet stretch followed by a warm, sticky slide. Justin gasped at the feeling—the emptiness, the ache—as Joey’s cock slipped free with a wet sound.
Cum followed it. Thick. Milky. Spilling from his gaped hole.
Joey sat back on his knees, eyes locked on the mess between Justin’s legs.
“Come here.”
Justin blinked. “H-huh?”
Joey crooked a finger. “Come. Get on your knees. Clean it.”
Justin’s body moved before his brain caught up. He rolled over slowly, dragging his sore, plugged-out hole across the sheets until he was kneeling between Joey’s legs again, cage swinging, skirt bunched up around his waist.
Joey leaned back and spread his thighs wide. His cock lay soft now, streaked with spit and slick and seed. Cum still clung to his shaft, pooled at the base, and dripped slowly from the crown.
Justin moaned and lowered his face reverently. “Oh my god…”
“Do it,” Joey growled. “Taste your own pussy. Lick your king’s cock clean.”
Justin didn’t hesitate. He started at the base, slow, wide licks over the thick, wet skin. He moaned with each swipe, tongue curling under the shaft, collecting every drop of what Joey had poured into him. He licked where his own hole had been pressed, kissed the spot where their bodies had met.
“I taste so good on you,” he whispered between licks. “Your cock tastes like me.”
Joey groaned, head falling back. “Fuck, princess…”
Justin took the head in his mouth next, sucking gently, swirling his tongue over the slit, catching the last streaks of seed.
He was babbling again.
“My cum-soaked king cock. My favorite flavor. Joey’s big fat penis.”
Joey stroked his hair. “That’s my girl.”
Justin licked up the shaft one more time, then kissed it, resting his cheek against it like a pillow.
“I wanna sleep on it,” he murmured. “Wanna wear it on my face.”
Joey laughed and tugged Justin up into his arms, guiding them both under the covers. The sheets were damp. They didn’t care.
Justin curled into his chest, still caged, still dripping. Joey spooned in behind him, wrapping an arm across his stomach, his hand sliding up under the skirt to cup the mess between his legs.
“Still leaking,” he murmured.
Justin giggled sleepily. “You filled me up.”
Joey kissed the back of his neck. “You’ll take more next time.”
Justin nodded, eyes fluttering closed. “Promise?”
Joey whispered, “Always.”
And they lay there, tangled in each other, warm and sore, a princess and her king.
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