5

-North-

THE STRAPSaround my wrists and ankles dig in, holding me open and exposed, and I shift in the chair as much as I can. Which isn't a hell of a lot.

Mal stands back and takes in his handiwork, his ravenous eyes probing every part of me. I'm sitting slumped in a wide, deep chair, with my hands tied behind my head to the headrest, and my legs spread and secured to the arms with leather straps at my ankles and just below my knees, offering Mal a perfect view of my ass, caged cock, and balls. My asshole is still wet and leaking his cum.

"Comfortable?" Mal asks.

I shift again, feeling both humiliated, and hopelessly aroused.

"Yeah," I say. "I might take a nap actually."

He smirks and then flicks my throbbing caged dick, and I flinch. We've both just blown a load but after a whole weekend with zero sexual contact I'm already primed for round two, and my poor cock is trying its darndest to get hard.

"Always with the smart comebacks," Mal says with his usual arrogant ease. The nervous, edgy Mal from the last two days is gone, and I already can't quite believe he was ever here. He's firmly back in his comfort zone—i.e., torturing me. "We've got a lot to get through. I still haven't repaid you for making me dress up in that fucking ridiculous cowboy costume."

Oh yeah. With all the drama I almost forgot about the costume social.

"I know you secretly enjoyed it," I say. "Don't lie."

He huffs an unamused breath and then disappears behind me, reappearing a moment later with the red ball gag. I gulp audibly at the sight of it.

Ah my old friend, how I've missed you.

"You're being very chatty today. But we have a lot to do, and I can't have you distracting me."

I whimper as he pushes the ball between my lips and fastens the straps tightly around the back of my head. Fuck, that feels good.

"Got anything else to say?" he asks and cocks his ear toward me. He loves it when I make muffled noises through the gag, so I grunt pathetically and try not to enjoy it too much, and he grins darkly. "I thought so."

He disappears behind me again, his voice moving as he walks around the room. "There's still quite a few toys I haven't had a chance to try out on you yet."

How can that be possible? You could stock a small kink shop with the equipment he's used on me. Although you'd probably need to bleach it first.

He moves around, gathering an array of toys on the table next to me, and my eyes widen. Where the hell does he get all of these from? Does he have some kind of dildo Tardis? They range from small to huge, different colors, textures and shapes, but I don't have time to properly take them in because the next moment everything goes black. I make a muffled noise as he fastens what feels like a leather blindfold in place. And I'm suddenly completely helpless, blind, and unable to speak. Completely at his mercy.

"I hope you got a good look, because you're not going to know what's coming." His lips brush the hair by my ear.

I shift again, moving my hips, painfully aroused in my cage. With every shift, his cum oozes out of my hole and dribbles down between my cheeks.

"You're already nice and wet for me," Mal growls, sliding a finger up my crack and then dipping inside me. He pushes in deep and curls his finger, finding my sweet spot as if by instinct, and strokes against it slowly. I shift and pull against the restraints.

Then the finger is gone and replaced by something cold and hard. It eases inside me, icy against my hot flesh, making me draw in a sharp breath through my nose.

"I wanted to start smaller, but you're already stretched out," he murmurs into my ear.

He pumps it in and out a few times before he withdraws it. Then something else takes its place. This time it's not cold, but it feels bigger. Still, it slides inside me with no stretch.

Mal hmms.

It might not be wide, but this one's long, and it keeps going, easing inside me inch by inch until I'm bucking my hips and clenching my hands.

The next one is bigger, and it stretches me as he pushes it in. The ring of muscle pops over lumps on its shaft, and as he pulls it in and out my body jerks with each ridge, twanging me like a guitar string.

"You like that one?" he asks.

I nod shakily.

He goes through so many different toys I lose count. All I'm aware of is one thing after another sliding into my ass, pressing up against me, massaging that spot that makes my toes curl, and stars flash across the darkness. He's methodical, and I moan and groan around the gag and try to push back, try to get any kind of friction on my trapped dick and my aching body, try to take more.

Then one of them, buried deep inside me, starts to vibrate. I yelp. The thrumming is a vibration traveling through my core, shooting along the length of my body like an electric shock, and grounding in my aching cock. I can feel warmth leaking from the cage as cum drips down my thigh, and I start to beg desperately through the gag.

I need to come so badly, but I can't even ask him, I can't beg him to let me. I'm trapped here while he plays with me, writhing, squirming, and sweating. My eyes water and my breath shakes. The world beyond the blindfold has reduced to a mirage of sensations, all of them fucking me.

Finally, Mal speaks. "Had enough?"

I nod and whimper, trying to communicate how desperate I am. God yes, please, I've had enough. Please let me come.

"You look so good like this, North. I can't stop yet."

I groan and roll my head back.

"You have to take one more thing, and then I'll let you."

I hear a fumble of fabric, and then something warm is pressing at my entrance. It's Mal. And he pushes the head of his cock inside me with ease. I'm so stretched from all the toys that he's in and buried deep in one single thrust, hitting me right where it counts.

And fuck it feels better than all the toys combined.

He fucks me into the chair while I cry around the gag. Behind the blindfold, my eyes are rolling up into my head.

Please, I try to say. Please. Oh god, please.

He pauses in his thrusts just long enough to release the cage and in seconds I'm coming, waves of bliss rocking my body as my ass clenches around his cock, my cum splashing up my own chest as I convulse.

My mind blanks out and I'm dimly aware of the warmth of his cum as it fills me for the second time. His breath stutters as he gasps.

"Fuck. Oh fuck."

Same.

I grunt back.

His body is rigid against mine until he melts against me.

While he's still inside me, he loosens the straps holding my arms and legs in place, and they flop down, tingling and numb. Then he pulls out carefully, wraps his arms around me, lifts me out of the chair, and carries me. I phase in and out. Where are we going? If I reach up and take the blindfold off I'll be able to see, but I feel so limp and satisfied I can't move. After a while he lays me down on something soft. Then he slides the blindfold off and takes the gag out, and I blink in the light.

We're on his bed. Not the spare bed. His bed. In his bedroom. The nightstand, with the trophy and photo of his mom on it and his glasses that I've never seen him wear, neatly folded, and the piles of sci-fi books.

I'm here. He's let me in.

I stare around in wonder as he settles down next to me.

He slides his fingers inside my sloppy hole, plugging his cum inside me, keeping it where it belongs. I'm so warm and comfortably full. Content. My limbs are sore and my body aches deliciously. For the first time in three days, I feel totally at peace.

I smile and snuggle into his side, my clammy skin pressing against the smooth material of his top. He doesn't bother putting his pants back on, and I can feel the soft warmth of his spent cock against my thigh, and it feels . . . homey, just like his fingers inside me.

I kiss the side of his neck, and he turns his head toward me to meet my lips and slips his tongue inside my mouth when I open for him. We kiss long and deep and lazy. I trail my fingers through his thick hair, enjoying the feel of it, and when we break the kiss, my lips swollen and wet, Mal keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the touch.

And just like that—wrapped around him, his fingers inside me, my fingers in his hair—I fall asleep.