Rinsing off all of Jordan’s pubes and touching his smooth, silky skin only heightened Miles’s excitement. For the first time, he wasn’t the pliant one. Jordan stood idly, obeying his every whim without even batting an eye. Water hung from his thick lashes, and with infinite carefulness, Miles wiped both his lids with his thumb. Then he gave him a tender kiss. His tongue licked his bottom lip and hooked his upper lip before he used it to pry open his mouth wide and capture him completely.
Miles peeled back Jordan’s foreskin with his free hand and held his wrist with the other. Without missing a beat, Jordan got hard, and Miles smiled.
“How does it feel to know this big meat is gonna get locked up?”
“Terrible,” Jordan mumbled.
“That’s what it should feel like,” Miles rubbed Jordan’s sensitive, uncut head with a firm hand, cleaning it thoroughly with a bit of soap and hard strokes. “I want to make sure it’s clean for the cage. That’s better, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes.”
“What are you?”
“A bull… a cum cow, sir!”
“And I’m the only one that gets to taste and take your loads,” Miles took the shower head and let the water wash off the soap from Jordan’s dark skin.
Once Miles was satisfied, he grabbed a towel from the rack and dried Jordan’s broad shoulders, his powerful pecs, the grooves of his chiseled abs, and then his crack and his delicious cock.
“Do the same for me, use the same towel.”
Taking on a more domineering role gave Miles the chills, and his cock stood at attention with renewed enthusiasm while his hole twitched. But he had learned restraints, and even though he craved a good pounding, he told himself that Jordan needed to get a taste of his own medicine before being allowed any of that. What he couldn’t control was the urge he felt to lick his tender neck and play with his taut nipples. They were dark, like the rest of him, and though not overtly sensitive, they were enough to draw out hoarse moans from their owner.
Even if, now, they belonged to Miles.
“Go get the cage,” Miles finally said as he and Jordan stepped into the living room. The temperature was perfect, and Miles cupped his testicles and weighed them. They hung low, and they were full. His circumcised cock flared, and when Jordan came back with the same cage he’d made Miles wear, it throbbed at the sight. Jordan walked to him, shoulders slumped, wariness in his brown eyes. He presented his prison, palm facing up.
The black chastity cage hadn’t lost its shine.
“Are you sure about this?” Miles asked, because he wasn’t a bastard.
“Yes.”
“You refer to me as…”
“Master.”
“Good boy,” Miles took the cage and naturally pulled it apart before placing the ring at the base of Jordan’s deflated cock. He wasn’t excited about this, seeing how sad his dick looked. Miles was surprised at how fast he managed to clip it shut, and then, with immense satisfaction and a vicious smirk, he let the chain from which the cage’s key dangled. It didn’t weigh much, but the power it bestowed on him had no measurable value.
This big cocked bull had agreed to being locked, only so he couldn’t own Miles’s hole in return.
“Now, eat me out,” Miles rested his back deep into the couch and put his legs up, waiting for Jordan to kneel. “Good,” he said, watching Jordan sink down between his spread legs. Precum oozed out of his slit, and Miles pushed his length downward so it would stand up straight. “Don’t waste that precum.”
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Jordan growled, but there was no anger behind it.
“I am,” Miles breathed at the same moment Jordan swallowed him whole. Fervently, Jordan bobbed up and down Miles’s dick until his eyes were watering. “Enough, now stick that tongue in my ass, worship it! Take your time.”
Jordan moaned, and Miles saw him grabbing his package.
“I guess this is getting a bit tight, huh?” Miles continued, bringing his fingers to the key. “If you’re a good boy, you’ll get to fuck me as hard as you want. But not before you’ve proved your worth as a slave boy.”
Slurping sounds and mouthed slurs had Miles arching, his back bending under the warm, slithering tongue digging into him. He focused on his breathing and wrapped his hand around his cock. It only took a few pumps for him to feel cum going up his shaft, and with restraint, he stopped pleasuring himself. His head was shiny and red, and his balls tight and high.
“Fuck!” Miles groaned when Jordan added a finger. “Just your tongue! Who told you to use your hands?”
Miles pushed Jordan away with the sole of his foot and grabbed his jaw, staring down at him with hard eyes. “You’ll need to get punished for that. When’s the last time you got spanked?”
Ever since their new game had started, Miles hadn’t noticed a hint of resentment in Jordan’s demeanor, but the frown and the flash of annoyance in his eyes in that moment didn’t lie.
Jordan bit his lip.
“Well, answer me, slave!” Miles said firmly.
“A few years ago, I wanted to…” Jordan looked away. “A former boyfriend wanted to experiment.”
“Get on my lap.”
Jordan obeyed, his hard muscles pressing into Miles’s muscular legs. With his buttocks up, Jordan looked every bit as attractive as when he was plowing into Miles. Without warning, Miles landed his first hit, and a hiss escaped Jordan’s lips. He stayed silent when the second hit came, and on the third smack, he cursed.
“Good boys don’t swear,” Miles said as he let his hand hover over the red mark blooming on Jordan’s round ass. “This was just a warm-up. Let’s count up to ten. If you miss, we start all over again.”
“Yes, master,” Jordan replied through gritted teeth.
The countdown allowed Jordan to accept his position with abandon; he grunted each number and moaned each time Miles soothed him with a little squeeze. When they reached five, Jordan buried his head in the pillows, but Miles forced his head up and told him he wanted to hear him scream. He could yell however loud he wanted, beg however much he wished.
Nothing would ring better to Miles’s sadistic ears.
If it weren’t for Jordan, Miles wouldn’t have discovered he had such a mean streak. But now that he had a taste of it, he understood how good Jordan felt when he was using him. Their very special relationship might work in the end. Something twisted that most wouldn’t understand. But that didn’t matter, as long as they enjoyed their time together.
Miles was still unsure if he wanted to label it. Maybe remaining fuck buddies, friends with benefits with extras would be enough. There was no need to complicate things, to bring feeling into a mix that was already as explosive as a Molotov cocktail. If they did, they might burn each other to a crisp, and that was something Miles was eager to do.
His palm stung when the tenth smack landed over Jordan’s red bum, and then Miles took his time to massage it, and Jordan let his head drop.
“Fuck,” he said. “I’m leaking.”
Miles squeezed his hand under Jordan, and indeed, he had been oozing quite an excessive amount of precum. “You’re such a slut. More than me.”
“Not more than you.”
“Don’t piss me off,” Miles chuckled. “What do you say when your owner punishes you?”
“Thank you, master!”
“Good boy,” Miles bent down and kissed Jordan’s back. “Your job isn’t done. I want you to finish me off.”
“Please, I’m tired, sir,” Jordan grumbled, bringing his hands over his head.
“Don’t talk back. You will get on your knees, suck my dick, and swallow my cum.” Miles commanded sternly.
In silence, Jordan slid off the couch and positioned himself between Miles’s legs. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and dragged it along Miles’s length. After teasing him for a few seconds, he wrapped his plump lips around Miles and sucked him so hard his cheeks hollowed. He kept his eyes down, like a good slave, and his wrist remained bound by invisible manacles behind his back.
Miles petted the top of his head and enjoyed the buildup. The suction, the warmth, the pressure, all were made so he wouldn’t spill his orgasm in minutes.
And he did.
“I’m gonna cum, boy!” He let himself go, and cum burned his urethra and shot into Jordan’s mouth. “Swallow it!”
Jordan hungrily lapped at the cum, holding his breath at intervals so he wouldn’t choke, and when there was no more cum to swallow, he sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth with his thick forearm.
“You’re amazing,” Miles said. “Truly!”
“Thank you, master,” Jordan used Miles as a pillow, hugging his knees like a lifeboat. “I liked it more than I thought.”
“And the cage?”
“I hate it, master,” Jordan looked up. “But I’ll do anything to keep you all to myself.”
Miles blushed.
Is it even healthy to be that intense? He thought. “You’ll have to work hard for it, boy,” he said instead.
Jordan grinned. “I will, I promise.”
“Do you have some cream? It’ll feel good on your ass.”
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