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I lean over, my chest to his back, mouth close to his ear. “Be a good toy and make me come.”

I let loose on him after that, hands gripping his hips, pulling back, then rutting into him again. The table starts to move across the floor, but I follow, our bodies slapping together as I take my pleasure from him. Jay gives it to me, offering himself to be used and loving it.

“So…good…thank…you,” he says, the words choppy as my body pistons into him. I smell our sex and sweat, wish there was a way my dick could live inside his ass, the two of us always connected.

He whimpers every time my cock rubs against his prostate.

“Is your little dick trying to get hard?” I slam into him again.

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you can’t because I won’t allow it. You gave me your orgasms, remember?”

“Yours.” That single word ignites the last flame inside me, making me come apart, stars shooting inside my eyelids, body exploding into a million pieces that all have his name on them.

I thrust through my orgasm, filling his ass with my load until my balls are empty, cock softening too much to keep going.

I bend down behind him. “Push it out a little.”

“Sir?”

I smack his ass. “Do it.”

He pushes, my cum leaking out of his swollen rim. I lick it, get my cum, then stand and pull him to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth. We kiss, sharing my spunk between us until my jaw hurts.

“Now I fed both your holes.”

“I love it.”

“How are you, sweet boy? Good?” I wipe my thumb beneath his eye, catching the stray tear there.

“So good. Wishing I could come, but somehow, fulfilled too.”

“That’s my boy.” I grin, then press a soft kiss to his lips. “Come upstairs so I can take care of you. There’s a cooler with Gatorade and food.” I know he would have eaten a meal at work, but it won’t hurt to have a little more now. “I’ll feed you while I run us a bath.”

“I love when you use me, then spoil me. Best. Sir. Ever.”

I can’t help but kiss him again, this perfect fucking boy I love.

We go upstairs, and I turn the bathtub on while he sits on a towel on the bed. When I return, I feed him bites of cheese, salami, and crackers, before the two of us get into the bath together. He rests between my legs, his back against my chest, the cage still in place.

“I’ll take this off when we’re done,” I tell him, holding his cock and balls.

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, someone likes his little cock locked up. I’ll keep that in mind, but I don’t want you to wear it too much the first time. It’s fun, but something we’ll use sparingly.”

He nods while I rub a washcloth up and down his chest.

“Did anything go too far tonight?”

“No, Sir.”

“Anything you want to talk about?”

“Can we talk about Reggie?”

I chuckle. “Not what I was expecting, but sure.”

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