Miles
Guilt crept over Miles as he was lying in bed, the arm of the man who had brought so much doubt into his life slung over his shoulder. Jordan was fast asleep. The hard lines of his face were gone, along with the near-constant air of arrogance he wore when awake. Miles ran a finger along Jordan’s sharp, dark brows and let his hand fall onto the mattress.
Darkness engulfed them, the only beacon of illumination the lamplight in the far corner of the bedroom they’d been too lazy to switch off.
“Hey,” Jordan said groggily.
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
“I think so,” Jordan closed the small gap that separated them and kissed Miles’s collarbone. “What time is it?”
“Around 1 a.m.”
“Can’t sleep?”
“I just woke up thirsty, but I don’t want to get out of bed,” Miles answered with a chuckle.
“Wait here.”
Jordan pulled off the sheets from his naked body and trudged out of the bedroom. When he came back, he held a water bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. He looked beautiful with his thick, messy hair and sleepy eyes, and Miles took his time to draw a mental image of the scene.
Golden light bounced off his tan skin, and his muscles bulged as he filled the two glasses.
“There,” Jordan said, handing one of them to Miles.
“Thanks.” Miles drank the water in a single gulp and hoped his blushing cheeks weren’t obvious in the dark.
This act of kindness shouldn’t have been enough to put his entire revenge plot in jeopardy, and the conversation and heartfelt promise Jordan had made shouldn’t have riled him up so badly either. Somehow, these were the only times Miles felt Jordan was being truthful about what he expected of their relationship.
It was a nice development, and Miles’s most recent betrayal cornered him in a place where he didn’t wish to be. He wondered if he should come clean or keep it to himself. They weren’t an item in the regular sense, and even though he had agreed to being owned temporarily, Miles couldn’t picture himself with a guy who wouldn’t respect him as a person. Up until now, Jordan had proved incapable of being decent, but the cracks in his macho, dominant persona were shifting the opinion Miles had had on him up to this point.
“I like you like this,” Miles said, regretting it the moment the words came out of his dumb mouth.
“Like what?”
Miles brought the bed covers up to his chest and refused to look Jordan straight in the eyes.
How could he give in so easily?
“I mean… when you’re not mean,” he sighed.
Jordan sat on the bed. “You think I’m mean?”
“I can be, and I don’t like it when you are.”
“You don’t like the rough sex? You don’t like me tearing up your hole?” Jordan asked, his voice low, hoarse, and curious.
A rush of shame built in Miles’s lungs; he couldn’t breathe, his red face burned, and his eyes darted left and right erratically. His sweaty palms clutched the sheets, knuckles white with frustration.
“If you want us to keep doing…” he pointed at Jordan and himself, “I want us to be on equal footing.”
“How so? I like you as my sub, you know that,” Jordan stared at nothing in particular, lost in his own mind. “You can fuck me as a reward, though, once I know you’re mine.”
“See,” Miles jumped out of the bed, his free cock and balls dangling between his legs. “That’s what I’m talking about. I don’t mind,” his jaw clenched. “I don’t…”
“You don’t mind what?” Jordan asked, dangerous.
“I don’t mind you fucking me.” Miles’s cock swelled. “I don’t mind being submissive in the relationship.” A lump formed in his throat. “But it doesn’t mean you get to treat me like shit, and use me, and fuck with my head because it’s fun to you.”
Uncertainty colored Jordan’s composed features. “I don’t know how to do things any other way.”
“What?” Miles had heard him perfectly.
He crossed his arms over his muscular chest and waited for Jordan to repeat his admission.
“I don’t know how to do things any other way. Control is the only reliable way to keep someone.”
“Fuck no, it isn’t!” Miles hissed through gritted teeth. “That’s fucked up. You could have as much fun with me if you actually saw me as more than your toy. You can’t tell me that’s all you want in life. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have told me anything about earning my trust or whatever.”
Miles walked toward the window and pressed his hands to it; cold soothed his clammy palms, and tiredness washed over him. If he asked for the truth, he had to be completely transparent as well, even if it meant punishment.
He would confess and face the consequences.
“I’m no liar,” he murmured, and then said louder. “I got fucked by a guy at the club the other night. I was going for girls at first, but well, I couldn’t do much with my locked dick.” Miles heard Jordan shift on the bed. “I wanted to spite you, and to be honest, I still want to punish you for what you’re doing to me. Part of me wants this,” he turned back to face Jordan. “Us, I mean, so I’m coming clean about it. And if chastity is your thing, I’m willing to have some fun with it. But I want to make one thing clear: if I stay, it’s because I want to. I allow you to fuck me because I like it. Not because I like you. Not right now at least. But I love your softer side, and I’m sure you have it in you to be a decent fucking guy.”
Jordan shook his head and laughed. It was a sad laugh that made Miles uncomfortable; he wasn’t sure if he should reach out or run.
Truth be told, he had never been a fantastic liar, and he’d always preferred the truth over lies.
“You cheated again, then,” Jordan growled, rising to his feet.
“Yes.”
“What should I do with you?” He asked, pacing in circles without looking at Miles. “How can I trust you?”
“You can’t, because I don’t feel anything but sexual attraction to you. Your sick little games aren’t doing it for me, and if you’re not happy with that, I’ll gladly walk the fuck out and never see you again.”
“So what, you want to be my boyfriend or some shit?” Jordan scoffed. “I thought you liked pussy!”
“Obviously, I don’t just like pussy! I love cock too, and I love your dick. But that’s not enough. So I’ll ask you this,” Miles marked a pause, pinched his nose, and continued. “Are you just looking for a fuck, or for something more?”
“I don’t know!” Jordan rushed to face Miles. “I want to fuck you, and I want to own you.”
“Well, I guess I got my answer,” Miles mumbled as he headed toward the bed and got on all fours, raising his ass so his hole was on full display. “So fuck me, hurt me if you like. You know I can take it!”
“Miles, I…”
“Do it!” Miles nearly yelled. “Fuck me until my hole bleeds, show me what a bastard you are.”
The shiver that went up his spine left Miles trembling, and his asshole twitched with apprehension when he noticed Jordan edging closer to him. His hard cock was ready to penetrate Miles without mercy, to tear down his walls until he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.
Instead of the hard, violent thrust Miles expected, he felt the pressure of Jordan’s warm cockhead against his entrance, and the wet slump of spit slicking it up. One thumb breached him, and more spit was added, then a second finger followed. Miles winced as the third entered him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, sweat already soaking his skin.
“Ready for my cock?”
“Yes, sir!”
Jordan broke in, his huge dick filling Miles’s well-prepared hole, who he pinned to the bed. The angle stimulated Miles into submission. He whimpered and bit his lips to choke his more desperate pleas.
“Is this okay?” Jordan licked his ear.
“Yes.”
“Is this how you like it? How you want me to treat you?”
His scent entranced Miles, and their sweat mixed and stained the sheets the longer Jordan stretched him out. He took his time, rocking his hips so slowly that Miles wanted to beg him to go harder.
Fucking slut… Miles told himself, his rock-hard cock frotting into the mattress.
Jordan covered his hands with his.
The digital clock showed 3:32 a.m.; they had been fucking for a long time when Miles realized he wouldn’t be able to handle Jordan much longer. He needed to cum, he needed to be bred ruthlessly, and his moaning was becoming more ragged with each hit to his swollen prostate.
“Please, fuck me harder,” he finally conceded.
“You sure?” Jordan kissed him on the cheek. “No going back?”
“No, no going back.”
Jordan forced Miles’s wrists in the small of his back and shackled him with his strong hands. Miles couldn’t move, and he braced himself for what would follow. The first rough thrust had him choking, and the second rewired his brain to accept the punishment. Jordan wasn’t forgiving, and his girth polished Miles’s sensitive hole while his cockhead hammered his prostate viciously. The smell of sex and sweat and the taste of tears made Miles leak so much that his precum helped him grind into the sheets more easily than he would have with lube.
His orgasm was building, and Jordan kept on drilling him until Miles pleaded for reprieve.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore!” Miles panted.
“Fuck no, what did you ask me?” Jordan asked calmly.
“To… to fuck me harder!”
“Yeah, so now you take it like the little bitch you are.”
His words were mean, but Jordan softened his assaults and released Miles’s wrists so he could stretch out his arms. His sore limbs were the least of his worries; Miles was too focused on the throb of his hole and the threat of cumming without permission.
He couldn’t disobey, not when he had asked for it.
“I’m close, sir!”
Jordan flipped him on his back so quickly that Miles didn’t even register if he had taken out his dick to do so. What he knew was that Jordan was still reaching far into his belly when they locked eyes. Sweat dripped from and onto Miles’s face, and his cock, now denied stimulation, jumped desperately, aching to be touched.
“I’m gonna fill you up, boy,” Jordan warned. “Beg for it!”
“Sir, breed me, fill me up with your seed!”
“Who do you belong to?”
Miles hesitated. “I… you, sir, I belong to you!”
“You’d be fucking right,” Jordan continued to pump his cock into him, his large balls slapping against Miles’s ass with wet sounds.
The bed complained under their weight, and Miles was surprised no neighbour had come knocking on their door.
His hole clenched hard around Jordan’s length.
“Fuuuck, boy!”
Jordan groaned as he flooded Miles with warm cum. Miles couldn’t believe how much cum Jordan’s testicles could store. He had never been able to cum more than twice a day, and here he was, potentially signing up to be bred multiple times a day by the bull who wished to own him. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and was surprised when Jordan dove down for a kiss.
“Was this better?” he asked with a soft, worried look.
“Huh, fuck, I guess so.”
“Thank you for telling me the truth, I…” Jordan trailed off, jaw hanging.
For a moment, Miles hoped that he’d pour out his heart.
“You’ve proved you need the cage, though, so when you pass that door, I’ll lock your beautiful cock up again.”
Shit, he didn’t even allow me to cum.
“Understood, sir,” Miles replied, disappointed. Aware that he, too, had to prove his worth.
“Also, I swear I’ll do my best to listen to what you have to say,” Jordan said, licking his lips. “But I want to enjoy my ownership over you for the last remaining days.”
Miles cleared his throat. “Then, we talk?”
“If you still want to.”
Jordan stayed buried inside him, and as Miles drifted to sleep, he hoped that Jordan would follow through with his promise.
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