The broad head of his cock pressed against my used entrance, spreading me wider than the other two had, and my whole body went rigid in the iron frame. I begged as he waited for Aeldryc’s permission, like a wild, needy thing made only of lust.
And when he started to push in, my head snapped back. He was slow, thick, endless, and he kept going past the point where I expected him to stop. I kissed Aeldryc’s cock, but I could no longer suck it.
“Oh fuck,” I managed. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, he’s—”
Aeldryc’s hand cupped the back of my neck, steadying and grounding me. His thumb stroked the edge of the collar. He placed the side of his palm against my mouth.
“Bite,” Aeldryc said. “If you need to.”
The third guard bottomed out and held, and I was so full I could feel him in my stomach, could feel the pressure of him against everything, and the iron frame adjusted, shifting the angle of my hips down by a fraction of a degree so the stretch went from overwhelming to devastating in the best possible way.
He started to move. I bit down on Aeldryc’s hand, whimpering. He didn’t flinch, stroked my hair and called me a good boy.
This man fucked in long, slow strokes that pulled almost all the way out and pushed all the way back in. Each one punched a sound out of me—not words, not moans, raw noise, the kind of sound you make when your body has been given more than it knows how to process and all it can do is vocalize. I could hear him kissing the man who’d just come inside me, could feel the other man’s hands on my body, holding me, teasing my swollen cock.
The iron was extraordinary. With every thrust that rocked my body, the frame absorbed the force and redistributed it, so I never jolted, never jarred, never felt anything but the smooth, cradled suspension of being held in Aeldryc’s magic while a massive cock rearranged my insides. The chest plate shifted with my breathing. The wrist straps gave when I pulled and shifted into my hands when I needed something to grip. The thigh bars widened a fraction as my legs tried to spread further, as if the metal was listening to my body and giving it exactly what it asked for.
The metal was Aeldryc, and Aeldryc was paying attention. He focused seven centuries of discipline on reading every signal my body gave.
“I—I need to come,” I whimpered against his hand.
“You can wait,” he said, and there was something threaded into his voice that made me realize it wasn’t kink. It was important to him. “You must wait until we are joined. Unless the pain is too great.”
“Not pain, I—” My voice broke with a cry as the cock inside me hit somewhere deep and pleasurable. “I can wait.”
I found Aeldryc’s cock again. Took him back into my mouth with a desperation that had nothing to do with skill and everything to do with survival. I needed him—the weight, the taste, the connection, the feeling of being tethered to the man who was orchestrating this while my body was used by someone else. Without his cock in my mouth, I was pure sensation. He was torturing me, but also giving me the most insane gift anyone had ever given me.
The guards were his instruments. Gorgeous, well-equipped instruments with excellent stamina and nice cocks, and I was grateful for their service, truly, but they weren’t the point. The point was the man standing in front of me with his fingers in my hair and his magic wrapped around every inch of my skin. The man who had looked at five soldiers wanting me and instead of snarling had thought: yes. The man who had reshaped iron withhis mind to build me a custom fuck-cradle because he wanted me to be comfortable while three strangers took turns inside me.
The third guard’s rhythm was faltering. His thrusts were harder now, less controlled, his breathing ragged. Each impact drove against Aeldryc’s hands, still holding me as two men’s cum ran down my thighs, and the orgasm trapped behind the iron band was a supernova building inside a cage.
Deep inside me, the third man’s cock pulsed, and his cock twitched with it and I cried out around Aeldryc because the fullness was impossible, the sensation was impossible, being this stuffed and this denied was impossible, and my entire body was shaking in the iron frame, every muscle clenched, every nerve raw, and the band around my cock held firm.
The third guard withdrew, and though I heard him stumble, I didn’t look to see what had happened. The door closed, and I knew we were finally alone.
I pulled off Aeldryc’s cock. It slid from my mouth with a wet, obscene sound, and I tilted my head up, and looked at him through tears, and I didn’t have any charm left. No performance, no witty one-liners, no cheerful deflection. I was stripped down to the trembling, desperate, overstimulated core of me, and all I had was the truth.
“Please,” I whispered. “Aeldryc, please. I can’t—Please. I need you inside me. I need it to be you. Please.”
His eyes were violet fire, his jaw tight. His cock was so hard it curved up against his stomach, flushed dark, and he had been hard this entire time without any relief, watching me get fucked by three men.
He raised one hand.
The iron moved.
It was like being turned inside a kaleidoscope. The frame rotated me—smooth, effortless, the bands releasing and reconfiguring in the span of a breath. The chest plate became a back plate, the wrist guides repositioned, and suddenly I was facing the ceiling, back arched, legs spread wide in iron stirrups that held my thighs apart and kept me open, and I was looking up at Aeldryc’s face as he stepped between my legs.
I was still suspended and still bound, but now I could see him.
He looked at me the way he always did—like I was a problem he couldn’t solve and didn’t want to. Like I was something precious.
He positioned himself at my entrance. I was so open, so used, so slick with cum that there was no resistance. He notched the head of his cock against me and I whimpered, my whole body clenching in anticipation, the iron frame rocking gently.
In one long thrust, he pushed into me. All the way. And he was bigger than any of them, longer and thicker. I felt him everywhere, not just in my ass, but in the iron holding me, inthe collar at my throat, in the band around my cock. His magic connected all of it. I was full of him in every possible way.
“There you are,” Aeldryc murmured, and his voice broke on the last word. “My boy.”
“Yours,” I whimpered. “So completely yours.”
