Page 41 of Slayer

His words aren't mean, they're quite reassuring, almost sexy. I don't have to be pinned to be helpless, I don't have to be restrained to be trapped. I just have to sit here in the strangest situation of my life, because I know he could make it worse. So much worse.

He could take the cage off and expose me to the whole cartel. Or at least these four men here.

That would be so much worse, wouldn't it?

He could free my cock from its tight restriction and let it swell to the feel of his cock inside me.

How terrible would it be to actually enjoy this? How wrong would it be to get sexual satisfaction from this?

“Please.” I give a croaky beg to my tormentor. “Please let me talk, I need it…”

“Precious, begging during sex is allowed. It's practically a must.”

“I need it free, please take it off?” I'm not begging, I'm demanding. I need my cock free, and I'll do anything to make that happen.

twenty-eight

Knox

Myheartleapsintomy mouth at Porter' words. He's begging for the cage off. I knew he was perfect from the moment I saw him, but I thought it would take him longer. Letting me fuck him in public was as far as I was prepared to push him today. Now I get him restrained and exposed to boot.

“I owe you a reward.” My hand snakes down the front of his shorts, caressing the skin around the cage. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Mr Knox, Sir.” He groans so loud, two of my men glance up. His hips grinding against me, fucking himself on my cock like the bad pet he is. “I'm sorry, I have no right… I just need… I can’t wait.”

“Say it.”

“Please take the cage off.”

“That will expose your slutty cock to the whole room,” I remind him. He is mine, for me to see and use. He is not a show monkey, and I would never let him, even if he begged. He is mine and only mine. But how can I deny him what he craves. If my boy wants to be naked in our home, I would not be so presumptuous as to stop him. It is his cock as much as it is mine.

“Please expose my cock to the whole room. My slutty cock.”

“Who's cock?” I tease him, retrieving the small key from my pocket.

“Your slave's cock, Sir. Please.”

I wanted him to call it my cock, but calling himself my slave is far better. This boy was born to be worshipped.

“Are you sure you want this as your reward?”

“Yes, please. I'm sorry. I shouldn't, but I need it.”

I open the cage and gently slip his limp cock free. He gives a little cry of relief and his fingers wriggle against my stomach. I bet he’s regretting his demand to lose his hands. There are drawbacks to being a demanding brat. Even if I love him all the more for it.

“Such a good boy.” I fold my hand in the game and devote all my attention to my boy's torture. “Game is over, gentlemen. I will see you all tomorrow.”

Instantly the men fold their hands and pack away their chips. Within minutes, they mutter their goodbyes and leave.

The three men are all competent staff and friends, they all have their own sexual deviancies, which are catered for in two of my less prestigious clubs. Seeing a man fuck a whore is just business, even if my whore is my world, and no one bats an eye.

Now we're alone, I can devote everything to my boy.

His cock swells willingly in my hands, his body surrenders to my will. Lord, I need to get this brat back to my room so I can fuck him hard.

“You are going to have to walk out of here like this, my needy treasure. When we get back to my room, I'm going to make you scream.”

“Please, please, please.” He just keeps feeding me his pleading whispers. I keep stroking him up and down his length. I'll let him work off his erection before I make him walk out of here. Or crawl if he wants to hit a few more of my goals ahead of schedule.

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