“Fuck,” I said.
“Yeah.”
He moved, just a slow drag back, barely halfway, then forward again. I dug my fingers into his hips. My back arched off the bed.
“Miles—”
“I’ve got you,” he said.
He built it gradually. Slow deep strokes that filled me up completely every single time, his hips meeting mine with a soft slap of skin, his eyes on my face, reading me like a problem he already knew how to solve. The intimacy of that nearly undid me faster than anything else, being watched that closely, being known that clearly.
My hole stretched around him as my body finally, fully surrendered to it. The resistance gave way to something electric, something that lit up the same spot his fingers had found, that white-hot button, now being pressed from a completely different angle with every forward stroke.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
Miles smiled. “There it is.”
He angled his hips deliberately, nailing that swollen spot inside me with every thrust, and I grabbed the headboard with both hands, knuckles white, muscles straining.
The cage was merciless. My thick cock was so hard it hurt, the fat head crushed against the steel bars, veins bulging, leaking a constant flood of warm pre-cum that ran in sticky rivers down over my swollen balls and soaked everything beneath me. I couldn’t stroke it, I couldn’t even grind against anything. It was just the cruel, constant pressure of being fucked open while Miles kept me dangling right on the edge of something I couldn’treach. My heavy nuts pulled tight against the ring, aching, throbbing, denied for days, and every deep stroke made them bounce helplessly.
It was the best fucking thing I’d ever felt in my life.
“Harder,” I begged.
Miles gave it to me harder.
The headboard started knocking softly against the wall. My hole took every thick inch, slick and greedy, stretched wide and loose around him, clenching like it never wanted him to leave. I felt split open in the most perfect way, with every carefully built layer of myself dissolving with each wet slap of his hips against my ass.
He leaned down, chest pressing to mine, and dragged his mouth up my throat, kissing the sweat from my skin before finding my jaw. I turned my head and met him, kissing him deeply, tongues sliding, spit mixing, while he kept fucking me slow and hard. The combination hit somewhere way past my body. His cock buried in my guts and his lips claiming my mouth at the same time made me feel completely undone.
“Brett.” His voice was low and wrecked right against my ear. He was close to cumming.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
“I want you to cum with me,” he growled, breath hot on my skin. “Right now.”
“I can’t—” My fingers dug harder into the headboard. “Miles, I’m still caged, I can’t?—”
“You don’t need to be unlocked to cum,” he said, low and certain, lips brushing my ear. “Just let go.”
He drove deep and held there, then started a slow, deliberate grind, rolling his hips so the thick head of his cock pressed firm and relentlessly against that swollen button inside me. The pressure built differently this time. It wasn’t the fast, sharp climb I knew from jerking off. This was slower, deeper, radiatingoutward from my hole in heavy, liquid waves, like something massive was gathering with nowhere left to escape.
He kept that grind going mercilessly, his cock stroking that spot over and over while my caged dick leaked in helpless spurts. My whole body started shaking, thighs trembling, abs clenching, sweat dripping down my chest.
Then the feeling crested.
It rolled through me in long, devastating waves, starting deep behind my navel and exploding outward through every nerve. My hole clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing and milking him in rhythmic spasms as the orgasm surged through me from the inside out. My trapped cock jerked inside the steel tube, pulsing and throbbing without any real spurts, just a thin, continuous trickle of cum leaking out in helpless dribbles that ran down the bars and over my aching balls.
No explosion. No relief in the usual way. It was just this deep, full-body release that felt like my soul was being wrung out through my prostate.
I heard myself make a sound I’d never made. Not a groan, but something quieter, more broken, more surrendered. A soft, shattered moan came straight from my chest as the waves kept crashing through me, one after another, leaving me shaking.
Every muscle in my body locked and released in time with the endless pulses ripping through my hole and my leaking, caged cock. This was it. This was what I’d always needed but never knew existed.
When the waves finally started to fade, I lay there completely hollowed out and buzzing, every circuit in my body lit up, my hole still fluttering weakly around Miles’ cock.
He buried himself to the hilt one last time, groaning low and raw into my shoulder as he came, flooding me with thick, hot pulses of cum deep inside me. His whole body shook againstmine, hips jerking, breath ragged, filling me until I could feel the warmth spreading through my core.