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“What do I do?” I beg.
“The whole point of the chains is for you not to do anything. Relax and trust me. I'll take care of you.”
“But I shouldn't want this. Why don't I hate this?”
“Because I know how to make it great, my little treasure, and everyone wants to feel great.”
Is that it? Have I been so starved of attention my whole life that I'll sell myself out as his whore just to keep his eyes on me? Would I willingly crawl around on the end of a leash just so he knows I'm there?
This is all too confusing. I don't understand it. I wriggle against my bonds, more to ease frustration than anything, and it helps, a little. Knox's hand grabs my dick, either a warning or reward. I can't tell. The bite of pain as he gropes at my balls shouldn't feel this good.
I need it to stop feeling this good.
Wriggling doesn't stop it feeling good, and Knox displays his displeasure in me by slapping his hand across my arse. It hurts enough to make me scream, but my wretched body squirms for more.
“If you wriggle, I'll spank you,” Knox threatens.
Why do those words have me squirming more, thrusting my hips back as I twist without hope of reprieve.
“I'm sorry,” I assure him, despite my wanton actions, I do want to be good for him.
And my life makes zero sense right now. I want to be his good boy, but I still want to be punished for it. There must be something very wrong with me.
“You're a good boy, pet.” He spanks my cheek again. “My perfect little treasure. So needy and helpless.”
Do those words mean he is happy with my actions? Does he know that what he's doing to me is making me feel good?
“Stop thinking,” he orders. “Let all that second guessing and over analysing go. It feels good, and that's all that matters. Close your eyes and let yourself fly.”
The feeling when I close my eyes is nothing like flying. It feels like nothing I've ever felt before. It feels… good.
The way he's squeezing my cock and balls in one hand to the point where it's painful, in a way that is almost too painful to hurt. So painful it feels amazing. With the repeated claps of pain across alternative arse cheeks, I'm climbing the bed without moving. I'm drawing in oblivion. I'm… coming all over the bed sheets.
I hope I get punished for that.
“Tut, tut.” Knox releases my cock and shakes the splatter from his hand. “It's my turn now.”
He presses his whole body against my spine, the cool wet tip of his lubed cock presses into the exposed slit of the shorts.
“No,” I beg him, still unsure what I want. I want everything but I know I can't have everything. So how can I make do with just a little after so long without.
“You don't mean it. You want this.”
I do want this, but I want what he was doing more.
“Tell me you want this,” he orders.
“I want this,” I confess in a low honest whisper.
I want it more than I realise as he breeches my hole. I want it so much my voice cries out for him. My hands twist in their bindings but nothing will speed up the movement of his cock. When he's fully seated inside me, I'm left full and satisfied. Would it be possible to sleep with him inside me? His hands wrap around my belly, his hips start to move, and all thoughts of sleeping disappear from my mind. I wonder if he can feel himself fucking me through my abdomen. I'm not sure if that could actually happen, but I imagine his hand feeling his tip inside me. My head drops to watch his hand resting against my skin, just enough pressure to hold me. Capturing me, captivating me.
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Knox
Iknewhewantedit. This poor confused boy isn't sure what he wants. There is so much for him to experience. He wants it all, but he doesn't know what order. This is the right order. My dick slides in and out of his perfect hole, drilling into him with breathtaking speed.
“Please sir….”
