His breath was ragged. His hands locked onto my hips.
“Please,” he said again, quieter this time. “Fuck me, Miles.”
I pressed forward slowly and watched Brett Calloway’s eyes go wide.
CHAPTER 8
BRETT
He pulledhis fingers out slowly, dragging every slick inch along my sensitive walls until my greedy hole fluttered and clenched around nothing but cool air.
I actually whimpered, a high, pathetic sound that poured out of my throat before I could swallow it. Being locked in that fucking steel cage had turned me into this, a leaking, desperate mess making noises I didn’t even recognize as my own. My heavy balls throbbed painfully against the tight ring, my thick cock crammed uselessly inside the short tube, the fat head purple and swollen, forcing out thick, sticky ropes of pre-cum that ran down over my aching nuts and soaked the sheets beneath my ass.
Miles sat back on his knees and looked down at me like he owned every inch of my body. Meanwhile, I got my first real look at his body.
He was lean and smooth, with a quiet definition that wasn’t performative, just the body of someone who moved through the world comfortably in his own skin. A trail of dark hair grew below his navel. His cock was hard and flushed, long and thick, curving slightly upward.
I’d already had it down my throat, choking and drooling on it like a starving slut, but seeing it now, glistening with lube, knowing exactly where it was about to go, hit me like a punch to the gut. My hole twitched hard, clenching like it was begging for him.
He clicked the lube open and coated himself slowly, stroking from the thick base all the way to the swollen tip with long, deliberate pulls. The wet, shiny sounds filled the room. His eyes never left mine, dark and steady, like he was enjoying watching me fall apart. Knowing Miles, the slowness was both practical and pure torture.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice cracking. My caged cock gave another violent twitch, leaking even harder, the steel tube tugging mercilessly at my swollen balls.
He moved between my spread thighs, gripping my thick legs and pushing them wider, opening me completely. The blunt, slick head of his cock pressed right against my hole, hot and heavy, just resting there, not pushing yet, just letting me feel it. My breath went shallow and fast, chest heaving, heart slamming against my ribs.
Then he pushed forward.
The stretch hit me instantly, total and overwhelming. My virgin hole clenched hard out of pure instinct from the thick invasion, but Miles held steady, firm and patient, just keeping that relentless pressure.
My tight ring slowly gave way around the fat head of his cock, opening with a burning, electric pop that crackled up my spine and exploded behind my eyes. The sensation was a deep, stretching fullness that made my toes curl and my caged dick jerk inside its prison.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
He kept pushing deeper, slow and inevitable, every thick inch announcing itself as it slid into me. I felt the flared ridge of his cock head pop past my rim, then the veiny shaft stretching me wider, hotter, impossibly full as he sank inch by inch. My inner walls rippled and clenched around him, greedy and overwhelmed, trying to pull him deeper even as the burn made my eyes water. The upward curve of his cock dragged right across my prostate with every slow thrust, sending sharp, blinding sparks of pleasure shooting straight to my trapped dick and making my heavy balls draw up tight against the steel ring.
Miles didn’t rush. He took his time, sinking into my tight jock ass with the same calm patience he’d used on everything else this week, claiming me one careful, devastating degree at a time. My hole stretched around his thickness, gripping him like a hot, slick fist, the wet sounds of lube filling the room with every shallow rock of his hips.
I was panting now, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my abs, my caged cock leaking in messy, continuous spurts while my ass took every inch of him like it was made for this.
The cage between my legs registered a loud and furious opinion about all of this. My cock shoved against the steel, hard and aching, pre-cum already leaking from the tip and running warm and wasted down the bars.
He pushed deeper still.
“Miles—”
“Almost,” he said.
One more slow push and he filled me completely, his hips flush against me, buried to the hilt in my virgin hole, and we both went completely still.
The fullness was extraordinary. I could feel my pulse in my hole. I could feel him everywhere, thick and throbbing, impossibly deep, my body stretched wide around him and somehow already wanting more.
“Breathe,” Miles said.
I breathed.
He pushed deeper.