I massage his balls where I thumped him. “I believe you,” I reassure him. I won’t punish him for not knowing something, only for withholding. I ask, “When you started getting hard yesterday during our session, what were you thinking about?”
He bites his lip, and I don’t need to see his eyes to know that he doesn’t want to tell me—which means there’s an answer. A specific one.
I hold the tip of the dildo against his hole while I grab a knife. I trail the back of it up his torso. He flinches away from it, but there’s nowhere for him to go. I trace around his nipple, letting him feel the sharpness of the tip.
He murmurs, “Oh my God.”
“I told you you’re not safe with me. Now answer my question: what were you thinking about when you got hard?”
“A dream. From the night before.”
“A dream about what?”
“You.”
That stalls me. It delights me. “What kind of dream?” I think I can guess, but he needs to say it.
“A… um…”
When he gets stuck, I scrape him with the knife, enough that he’ll think it’s a cut.
He yelps and shouts, “A sex dream!”
I massage his chest where I’ve been scraping him, all the while keeping the dildo pressed against his hole.
“And what was I doing in this dream?” I ask.
“Choking me.”
“Interesting. Just that?”
“And… touching me.”
“Touching you where?”
“My…”
“Say it, Levi.”
“My cock.”
“But not here?” I ask, prodding his hole with the dildo. When he shakes his head, I ask, “Why not?”
“I-I didn’t know.”
“You didn’t know it would feel good?” I ask as I push the dildo in an inch.
“Yes!” he gasps, clenching then relaxing. I push it in a little more.
“Because you didn’t know you were gay?”
“I didn’t know anything.”
“Oh, baby. You’ve been so lonely, haven’t you?”
He takes a few, harsh little breaths then whispers in a raw, broken voice, “Yes.”
I lean into him, smashing the flat of the knife between us, as I push the dildo all the way inside. I feel his chest heaving under mine. I feel his breath puffing hotly against my neck. I feel his dick kicking against my abdomen. My own dick throbs in the cage.