"You're doing it again," he chided me.
"I can't help it. You feel so good. Would you just fuck me and quit playing games?"
Bear pulled off the rubber and threw it in the trashcan. "I think I'm going to go."
"Don't leave. I'll give you complete control over me!" The voice was mine, but the words were not. Why did this man cast such a spell on me? I never let partners have the upper hand. But I wanted him so badly. Maybe he really did have special powers.
"Last chance," he said firmly as he pulled out another condom and rolled it onto his cock. I couldn't tell if he was bluffing. How much of this was an act? How much of it was just for show, I wondered. He'd played so hard to get, and yet he settled right into a routine with me, as if he'd been waiting for me all along.
"I promise to give you full control," I said.
"Hand me the key."
I hated this back and forth. One minute, he was a cuddly teddy bear. The next, he was a drill sergeant. I had to stay on his good side. That was my lesson to learn. It was the only way to get pleasure in return. I gave him the key without complaining.
He swiped it from my hand and dropped it into his bag. "If I walk out of here, I'm taking the key to that cage with me."
He couldn't be serious, could he? I nodded my agreement and watched while he slathered his latex-sheathed cock with lube. I really meant it this time. I wanted to try to be submissive to him.
He locked eyes with me, stoic and determined. That playfulness was gone again. This man meant business. My gaze softened and I closed my eyes, focusing on the pure ecstasy as his cock filled me up once again.
This time, he was hitting my prostate dead on with that monster cock. Each time he thrust in and out of me, I felt him pushing another chain of pre-cum out of me. My body was shuddering and shaking. I had no control, I was like a leaky faucet with an endless flow.
"You like that?" he groaned.
"Oh, fuck, yeah."
"Do you surrender to me?"
"Completely."
He fucked me harder and I could feel a climax rising inside me. It started in the core of my body and spread out through my balls, up to the head of my caged cock. I was getting so close, but I'd been here on the edge before and I could never seem to make it to the other side.
My instinct was to tense and tighten so I could push the cum out of myself, but Bear wouldn't like that. If I squeezed, he'd feel it, and then it would all be over. I didn't really think he would walk away with the key to my cage, but why risk it?
"Just relax and breathe for me, baby," he said.
Baby.I liked the sound of that. He was back to being my teddy bear. "Okay, I'm trying." I sucked in deep, letting the air fill my lungs, then breathed it out.
He smiled a toothy grin. "You really want to squeeze, don't you?"
"I can't help it. I want to come."
"You will when I'm ready for you to. Let me work my magic."
I continued breathing, my chest rising and falling as the feeling overwhelmed me. My prostate was swollen now, my balls aching for sweet relief. If I could just get past the edge.
A tingling sensation radiated through me. My soft cock was twitching inside the metal bars, but it was involuntary. Bear was controlling me. Every time he banged against my aching prostate gland, my cock jumped in response.
It was really going to happen this time. I felt the pressure building. I was almost there, getting closer with every powerful thrust.
He was grunting too. Sweat was forming on his forehead and his eyes were clenched shut. His teeth were clenched. I could tell we were on the edge of this cliff together.
Pounding harder. Harder. Goddamn, I was so fucking close. Just a few more thrusts and I'd be free. I imagined an avalanche of thick, creamy white cum exploding out of me. It would fill the cage and my seed would overflow from the sides.
So. Close.
So.