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I arch my back a little, pushing my fingers deeper, and he sighs. I chance a quick look over my shoulder. “You’re a little fiercer than usual tonight, aren’t you, Romeo?”
“That’s the way you like it, isn’t it?” There’s something different in his tone tonight, but I can’t place it. “That’s enough. Get over here and sit on my dick.”
When I turn around, he leans back on his elbows, watching me intently, his fat cock sheathed in a black condom, lying snakelike over his belly, shining with lube. He’s always a challenge to take, and he is again tonight as I mount him, take his dick in my hand, and guide his cockhead to my hole. But he slaps my hand aside at the last second, grabbing his dick himself. “Come on,” he urges me. “I want in that snug little hole.”
I bear down on him, but he’s so big that I have to brace myself against his chest as he pushes into me.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Take it. Let me untie that tight little knot of yours.” My ring stretches slowly, and his head pushes into me as I break out in a sweat. The sting is sweet, but it hits harder as he inches into me. My legs shake, and I grit my teeth together, letting him fill me up as I gasp for breath.
He leans back, relaxing as my thighs burn with the effort. “Yeah,” he mutters. His eyes are like glowing embers. “Take it, you little fuck.”
I suck in a sharp breath as he rocks back and forth, driving himself deeper into me, until I feel the soft, warm fuzz of his nutsack pressing into my cheeks. “You’re killing me,” I pant.
“You can take it.” He bucks his hips, a quick, short thrust that makes me hiss. “Goddamn, you’re tight.” The next jerk of his hips makes me wonder if he’s going to permanently rearrange my insides, but the low, ragged moan he gives makes it all worthwhile. “You got a nice ass,” he pants. “But you’re always so goddamn fuckingtight.”
I nod wordlessly, trying to keep my balance as he starts to hammer into me, hitting that spot that sends shivers racing up my spine. There’s nothing quite like Romeo’s thick cock pounding my ass. He scratches an itch that other men just can’t reach. It’s a high, feeling him grow bigger and thicker inside me, getting closer by the moment. By the end, I’m moaning and squirming against him, and he seems to know exactly what I need. He keeps hammering away, almost like hewantsto leave me sore tomorrow morning.
The pleasure builds slowly, a tingle that starts somewhere deep in my stomach and radiates through my nuts as he moves faster, harder, and I lean back, try to give as good as I’m getting. The cock cage jumps almost painfully, my cum-heavy balls getting pinched against the base, but I don’t care. I’m lost in the sensation, overwhelmed by it.
This is why I come to see Romeo. He’s the only one who can make me feel something like this, the only one who’s ever fucked me so good he shuts down whole parts of my brain. And when I feel the familiar tightening, the pressure building in my balls, I squeeze down on his ass in preparation for my orgasm.
And Romeo knows just what to do.
He pulls out, and I gasp for air as he flips me onto my back, pushes my knees into my chest, and mounts me again. His cockhead nudges my hole, and he’s loosened me up enough that he can plunge right back into me, hot and hard and perfect. Romeo has never been gentle, and this night isn’t any different. He batters against me, slamming balls-deep into my ass, and I lie there and take it.
I like feeling helpless sometimes.
Surely this is the way most people in this world feel every day: soft and useless and taking it up the ass from someone much stronger than they are.
I even wish it was true sometimes, that I was the submissive little thing that Romeo likes to make me. If nothing else, it’s useful to know how the other half live.
“Tell me what you want,” he grunts.
My answer comes automatically, without thought or hesitation. “More. Harder. Faster.”
There’s something about him tonight that feels familiar. More familiar than usual.
“You got it.” He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, fucking me so hard that I’m surprised my neck doesn’t snap. “You gonna spill in that cage for me?”
Maybe it’s just that he’s making this feel sopersonal, as though I’ve offended him somehow. Hell, maybe I have. If it means this kind of punishment, I don’t care. I can only moan for him, pressing my hips up as high as I can, taking him deep into my gut. My golden-cased dick is throbbing, so swollen that it feels like it might burst, the flesh pressing hard against the metal.
He’s a talented fuck, is Romeo, and I would pay double what he charges.
“I wanna watch when you pop,” he tells me, voice wavering in a way that tells me he’s just as close. He keeps a close eye on where he fucks me, watching my cock swelling inside its prison, my balls tighten up with each thrust. “Come on, spill it out for me.”
He almost croons at me, his voice low and soothing, like I need comforting. Maybe that’s what breaks me; my cock gives a final, painful throb against the metal walls, and I feel a rush of liquid heat in the cage, hot and thick and sticky.
The only evidence of it is my moaning, and the drizzle that forces its way out of the piss-hole at the end of my golden cock.
Romeo laughs, but his hips don’t falter, snapping back and forth with the same force they’ve had this whole time. “There we are, that pathetic little nut of yours finally leaking out.” He leans over, his massive chest pressing down on mine as I fight for air, and whispers in my ear. “You gonna be my cum dumpster?”
“Fuck you,” I pant, and he laughs again.
“Come on, own your shit. Tell me you want to be my cum dumpster.”
“Fuck you. Hurry up, shoot in me.”
“You want my load?”
