Page 46 of Jack Frosting

I assumed he meant my dick, and while that was tempting, I wasn’t going to just give him what he wanted. At least, not right away. A belt would do just fine.

He must’ve seen what was in my hands, because he said, “Fuck, this is going to be hot.”

If he said anything else, I didn’t know. His mouth was stuffed with leather. When I dripped lube into his crack, he did squirm but the belt did its job. I couldn’t understand a single sound.

Catching the extra from falling onto the comforter, I smeared it back up towards his hole. I could smell the tropical fruit as I leaned in. As much as I loved making a guy feel good, it helped to add a little extra flavor.

Jack groaned into the pillow as I put my tongue to work. With my cheeks buried between his, I used one hand to massage his muscular glutes and the other to fondle his low-hanging balls. I didn’t know how he fit his enormous cock into the metal cage, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. And every time I moved from his balls to the cage, he whined.

“Mph hmm ick en eee nom.”

“It’s cute you think I can understand you.” I gave his ass a little spank.

Jack pushed himself up so my dick was within his reach. He gave it a few strokes, then fell back over and spread his cheeks apart.

“Uhhh eee nom!”

I understood that request loud and clear and didn’t waste any time lubing up my dick and pushing inside him.

“Stay quiet,” I said, before pulling out completely and slowly pushing back inside. I had to go slow. A fast fuck and surely the sound of our bodies slapping together would be too loud.

I’d ask myself why we were risking exposing our relationship, but the answer was dangling and silver. Chastity wasn’t something I’d ever experienced before, but it didn’t take a detective to determine my dick was a fan.

The end of the belt stuck out at the back of Jack’s head, so I grabbed it and continued the slow pump. It caused his body to arch backwards with the tension I put on the belt. The ripples in his back were mesmerizing.

His hands clutched at the comforter. He was almost whimpering now, so I picked up the pace. The side effect of shallow thrusts was more per minute and it was making me lose it. From the sounds Jack was making, it worked for him as well.

Fuck!

I pulled out at the last second and blasted my cum onto his back. After the first spurt, the rest landed or dribbled on his ass. I smeared it around with my spent cock.

Jack turned his head to look at me. I could tell he was smiling, despite the drool and the leather. It was his eyes. I had never noticed the flecks of blue before.

Jack used my body to get off the bed. “Achey eggs,” he said, then rolled his eyes. He reached behind his head and found the buckle. Removing the belt, he licked his lips, then repeated what he tried to say. “Shaky legs.”

I glanced down at the cage. It was still pointing out at a ninety degree angle and…dripping?

“You came?”

Jack nodded. “That was something.”

I smiled. “You want an unlock”–I held the key out in front of my chest–“or are you keeping it on?”’

“Hmmm.”

FOURTEEN

JACK

I lost track of how many nights it had been, but it only took a few to forgo the texts. Eventually, I made the silent trip up to Clayton’s bedroom every night, and every morning I would sneak back down to the basement. If I had an early client, and remembered to bring the right clothes, I’d just head straight to work.

Some nights we would fuck like snow bunnies and spray half the bedspread with our cum. We fucked in the shower a few times, but Clayton had embraced my kink for leaving our sexual remnants. Jack’s frosting became an inside joke.

I didn’t question it. At this point, there was little I wouldn’t do to please him.

It was the morning of Eli’s birthday party and I planned on getting off work early. I followed my normal morning routine: showering off last night’s activities, getting dressed with the outfit I brought up with me, then being dragged back to the bed to be ravaged briefly by Clayton. I begged to be let go, citing the need to be on time, and Clayton finally relented.

I poked my head into the hall and saw no evidence of Henry. After waving goodbye to Clayton, who was completely naked and now spread eagle on the bed in an effort to keep me longer, I closed the door behind me while committing that image to memory.