“Tommy, not to sound cruel,” he drawls, pressing against my insides again and again in a way that has me twitching hard. “But I don’t really care if you cum or not.”
I whine, long and humiliating.
“Oh, you like that?” he teases me. “You like the idea of it not being about that at all, huh? Well, it isn’t. It’s not about cumming. I’m just having fun. I’m just showing my sweet boy a good time. Playing with this sweet body of yours. Hold really still for me, hm? I’m trying to concentrate.”
I think my dick actually bucks at his words and I groan, filthy and loud in the confines of the car. I don’t even try to hold still, because he doesn’t actually need me to. He’s just setting the scene. Giving me the freedom to feel whatever I feel without any pressure or expectations.
Making me feel slutty and horny and embarrassed and small. Good small.
“Daddy,” I moan, the last of the tension in my shoulders slipping away as I practically twerk on his fingers. His laugh is so dark and fucking evil that I shiver.
“That’s right,” he says smugly, his other hand cupping my balls as the fingers inside me massage me all the way to the edge. “There you are. My sweet, slutty boy.”
“Shit!” I hiss, writhing helplessly. I’m on the edge, but he’s not touching my dick, he’s just pleasing me from within, stimulating my prostate and all my nerve endings until I’m vibrating apart under his hands. “Goddamn, holy shit, fuck me, Daddy, fuck!”
“Now this is a good boy,” I hear his voice like a dark spell wrapping around my mind. I’m held down by the bindings, trapped in this intimate, dim car interior. There is no world outside of us, and his voice overwhelms me. “This ismygood boy, isn’t he? Tell me, Tommy.”
“I’m your good, sweet boy,” I say quickly, my voice high and trembling. “I’m yours, your baby, your toy, your fucking slut. Give it to me, Daddy, please!”
His satisfied groan rewards me, and I thrash as best as I can. He won’t touch my dick, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I blink my vision into focus and see him staring at my face like I’m a feast and he’s ravenous for me.
“I’m yours,” I promise, a growl deepening my voice. “Cum on me. Cum on me, Daddy.”
Young-gi undoes his pants with one hand, leaving his clever, evil fingers inside me. With impatient movements, he spits into his hand and grabs his dick and mine, tugging on them together and making my eyes roll back.
I’m on the precipice of pleasure and pain, torment and heaven. I’m on the verge of transcendence.
“I’m going to cum on you, just like you asked,” Young-gi tells me. I’m moaning and crying out so loud I can barely hear him, but I do. I fucking do. “Then I’m going to feed it to you. And you’ll say thank you like the good boy you are, won’t you? Fuck, I’m going to mark you every day for the rest of our fucking lives. I’ll be everything you ever need. You’re my whole world.”
His fingers inside me are so good that I scream, his words spinning inside my soul. But I’m not there. I’m awake, I’mafraid. Without feeling high, the anxiety caused by my incoming orgasm derails me and I sob, biting my bottom lip hard.
But as usual, my Daddy sees the problem and solves it. He leans over me, contorting himself to make it good for me, until his teeth dig into my shoulder hard enough that I scream again. The sudden pain is blinding and distracting and pulls me away from my fear long enough that Young-gi’s next tug on our cocks pulls me over the line into ecstasy.
My vision whites out and I have an out-of-body experience. He groans deeply, a masculine sound that rumbles to my bones. He stiffens and writhes over me as our combined cum splashes across my bare stomach. My ass clenches down on his fingers but he doesn’t stop massaging me from within until I’m making these pathetic sounds every time he pegs my prostate.
He sags on top of me, and his weight is so divine that everything inside me goes limp and relaxed. For several long minutes, we just breathe each other in, reveling in our connection and our pleasure.
Finally, he pulls back with a groan. I smile deliriously up at him, sated and soft. He stares down at me, intense and possessive. As promised, he keeps his fingers inside me but uses his other hand to swipe up his cum and offer it to me.
I lunge at his hand and suck his fingers with a groan. I’ve never been into the taste of cum, but I like the symbolism of this. The submission and the ownership.
I almost bite him, though, when those fingers inside me start moving again.
“What are you–ah! Fuck!” I pant, my voice broken.
“Wanna see if I can make you cum again?” he asks, looking me over like an artist seeing a blank canvas. He looks delighted by the possibilities. “We put it off last time. But here you are, all tied up and at my mercy. This time, I can touch you and teaseyou as long as I want to. Make you scream and cry. Make you small. Make you mine.”
I swallow hard. I’d said my safe word last time, and of course I could again. I’m overstimulated as fuck and feeling vulnerable from the bondage. But fuck, I like the sound of this. The play-pretend game that my bound predicament makes me helpless to stop him. He’d stop if I said the word, but we’re playing a game right now, and this time, I want to play.
“Do your worst,” I huff at him, trying to pull away but unable to. “I’m not gonna cum again. No matter what.”
The gauntlet is thrown and Young-gi looks so pleased with me that I think he might break character. But he keeps his pleasure under wraps and strikes fast, yanking his fingers out so he can lift my leg up and swat at my backside, reawakening the soreness there until I’m hissing and wincing and half-hard again.
“Let’s see about that,” he says, and fuck me, but I’m in love.
The End
Tommy
