Chapter 6

F ive days. It had been five days since Cory had been locked into his chastity cage. Five horny days in which he was still expected to suck off and get fucked by both of his dominants whenever they requested. Cory wasn't sure if he was in heaven or hell. His dick wasn't sure either.

When Cory wasn't horny (however rare that was), things weren't as much of an issue. In fact, he had gotten so used to the cage that a couple of times he had spaced out and attempted to use a urinal, only to remember that due to his current predicament, sitting down to pee was his only option. Other than a couple of awkward bathroom interactions, Cory was in the clear.

But the rest of the time, when Cory was horny, he thought he might lose his mind. He wasn't able to get hard in the cage, but that didn't stop his dick from trying. It wasn't painful, but it was a discomfort Cory was forced to deal with on a daily basis, especially in the mornings. The fact that he found the cage itself arousing was beside the point.

Not that he was ever alone with his thoughts enough for it to matter. Despite both boys now being in semi-regular relationships, their need for almost daily blowjobs did not abate. Cory frequently found himself on his knees with a mouth full of cock, his own straining in its cage between his legs. At least when they fucked him, there was a chance he would still get off, but the boys also seemed to be making a point of using only his mouth, denying him any orgasms at all.

He soon learned that whining about his predicament would be no good either. He was fine the first couple of days, but during and after what felt like a long weekend without sex, Derek and Nic found themselves fielding many frustrated pleas and complaints. After several repeat warnings, Cory was soon on the receiving end of a dubiously helpful "reminder spanking" and had a few more days added on to his punishment. His new unlock date was now next weekend, and he decided it was best to keep his mouth shut until then—except when he was ordered to open it.

"You're halfway done." Derek's voice pulled Cory from his thoughts. "Think you're gonna make it?"

"I hardly even notice it's there anymore." Cory looked around to make sure none of the other students having lunch were listening. "Unless of course, sir, you wanted to let me out early because I've—"

"Nope." Cory knew that was a longshot.

"I think that's the closest you've come to begging since last weekend though, so congrats on that," Nic said without looking up from his phone as he texted, probably with Amy.

"Yeah, you have been pretty good this week, boy," Derek agreed with Nic's assessment. "The two of us are hanging out after school today, so let's make sure you keep that up. Not that I wouldn't be happy to assist if you need a little more correcting later." He was just teasing. Right?

"No, sir." Cory shook his head. "All good here."

Derek turned to look at Nic who was still giving most of his attention to his phone. Things had been going well with him and Tricia, but Nic and Amy were almost inseparable. Derek and Cory were still hanging out with him, but there were more and more nights lately where he was ducking out early or showing up late because he was squeezing in some time with Amy. Nic had plans with her tonight, but they had some things to talk about beforehand.

"You still hooking up with Amy tonight?" Derek deadpanned.

"Hell yeah, dude," Nic once again answered without looking up. "Gonna be fuckin' awesome. Taking her out for some Italian food and then back home for some fun."

Derek shook his head and looked at his watch. Lunch was almost over.

"We'll just head out after fifth period since Don Juan here has plans," he told Cory.

"Yes, sir, sounds good." Cory nodded, then grabbed his bag as the bell rang. "Have a good night, sir." Cory directed his final comment to Nic as he left. He meant it. He wanted to mean it at least.

Derek gathered his own things and stood up, waiting a moment to see if Nic would follow. He didn't even seem to have noticed the bell, furiously texting—or more likely sexting—something to Amy. He weighed doing the right thing for a moment, but then decided it would be funnier to let him be late for class and left without saying a word.

"Strip!" Cory had barely closed the door behind him when he heard Derek give the order. He stared blankly for a moment before registering what he needed to do, dropping his backpack to begin disrobing. He had just put his shirt in his bag and was removing his jeans when Derek pulled a jockstrap from his own bag and tossed it to him.

"Wore that for a few days." Derek had removed his own shirt and belt, but stopped short of getting naked. "Feel free to give it a whiff before you put it on."

Cory examined the jockstrap for a moment before giving it a sniff. Oh yeah, that's the good stuff. He finished taking off his clothes and slipped the jockstrap on.

"Go put my bag in my room, toss my shirt in the hamper, and then meet me back out here," Derek said as he moved to sit on the couch.

"Yes, sir." Cory picked up Derek's things and took them to his bedroom, putting them where he knew they belonged. When he re-entered the living room, Derek was naked on the couch, legs spread wide.

"Good boy." Derek pointed to the spot in front of him. "Now get over here and get to work on my cock." Cory silently moved into position as Derek continued speaking. "From now on, whenever you are home alone with me or Nic, you strip down to your underwear or a jock. Think of it like your uniform. I like your ass being easy to access, and it'll help remind you of who wears the pants around here."

Derek guided Cory's head toward his dick as he finished his explanation, which Cory accepted into his mouth without protest—complaining about the bad pants joke wouldn't get his cage off any sooner. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy doing this. He just wanted this attention elsewhere . Maybe if he did a good enough job, Derek would fuck him later.

Eyes closed, Cory moved his mouth down Derek's length, taking it about three-quarters of the way before moving back up. This was practically an old habit to him by now. He knew this dick like the back of his own hand. Probably better, seeing as he couldn't really think of what the back of his hand actually looked like right now. But Derek's cock was a different story. He had mapped this thing out with his tongue so frequently he could probably describe it to a police sketch artist if he needed to.

As Cory bobbed his head up and down, he ran his tongue along the shaft's underside. He could feel Derek's heart pulsing through the cock in his mouth. He tightened his lips as he pulled back, leaving only the head in his mouth before swallowing back down the next few inches. He felt Derek's thighs spread a little wider as he relaxed into the couch, the hand that previously guided his head long gone.

* click *

The sound of a camera shutter, or at least an electronic one, froze Cory in his tracks. He opened his eyes and saw that Derek had his phone out, aimed at him.

* click *

Cory's brow furrowed as Derek took another picture, this time with him looking into camera. He tried to protest, but a hand on his head kept the cock lodged firmly in his mouth, garbling any attempt at talking.

"Don't worry, boy," Derek encouraged Cory to continue sucking as he spoke. "No one is going to see these except you, me, and Nic."

Cory made no attempt to resume sucking, attempting to give Derek a stern look, which was probably betrayed by the fact that his lips were still stretched around his dick. Raising an eyebrow at his sub's display of defiance, Derek continued his explanation.

"I thought it might be fun to tease Nic a little. Show him what he's missing," Derek reasoned, leveraging some of Cory's jealousy to make his point. "Besides, you telling me you don't wanna jerk off to this when you get that cage off?" He turned his phone around to show the screen to Cory.

Dammit. That was hot. Cory was looking at the first pic Derek had taken, his eyes closed, most of Derek's cock in his mouth. You could see the last few inches between his mouth and groin, disappearing in the forest of pubic hair at its base. Derek flipped to the second picture, with Cory's eyes open, and even that pic was hot. Cory rarely if ever thought of himself that way, and decided he was very much okay with their activities being recorded, as long as they remained private. He resumed giving Derek his blowjob, silently consenting to any further pictures.

Derek smiled. He figured Cory would fight him on the pictures at first, but the chance to make Nic jealous would be enough to get him into it. Speaking of… Derek looked at the clock—Nic was still in class for another 20 minutes. He opened his texts while Cory continued sucking, tapping Nic's name and sending him the first photo he had taken, adding the caption: "Wish you were here."

A few moments later, Nic replied with a solitary middle finger emoji. Followed by a request to "send more."

Derek snickered. He happily took a few more shots, each varying slightly by the amount of cock visible/swallowed. Then he used his hand to encourage Cory to take him even deeper into his throat, snapping a few more photos once he had swallowed him down to the base. He allowed Cory to pull back once he started to gag, taking the chance to send the new images to Nic.

[Nic: Fuck his face bro]

"Well, well, well…" Derek said as he turned his phone to show the response from Nic. "We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?"

"No, thir," Cory mumbled, mouth still full of meat.

"Good boy," Derek said as he stood up with his hand still in Cory's hair, moving Cory's mouth with him. "Let's help him make it through the rest of class."

One hand holding his phone, and the other on Cory's head, Derek began to pump his cock in and out of Cory's mouth. At the same time, he was also snapping photos with his phone, using his hand to position Cory how he wanted. He started fucking in and out of Cory's mouth at a leisurely pace, making sure to capture the moment he held Cory's head all the way down.

As he picked up speed, photos became more difficult to take without being blurry. So after settling into a good rhythm, Derek did the sensible thing and switched to video. Doing his best to watch the angle from the corner of his eye, Derek took the opportunity to show off some of his "skills" for the camera. Of course, Cory was doing most of the work, but that was just semantics.

Derek began fucking Cory's mouth and throat with the full length of his cock. Cory, though gagging on occasion, did his best to take every inch without complaint. His hands held onto Derek's thighs but made no attempt to slow or push him away; he merely needed some balance. Each time Cory would reach the base of Derek's cock, Derek would hold him there for a few moments before releasing and allowing him to come up for air. Cory would cough or sputter on occasion, but Derek continued to thrust through it all.

After capturing a few minutes of their fun on film, Derek was getting close to cumming. Holding the camera directly over Cory, he looked down and renewed the grip he had on his hair. As he fucked Cory's face with purpose, Cory could only look up into the camera as he accepted the oral onslaught. As he felt his orgasm approach, Derek reluctantly tore his cock from Cory and began to swiftly stroke himself.

Aimed at Cory's face and still open mouth, Derek fired off a jettison of cum which landed directly over Cory's lips and the bridge of his nose. The following shots of cum continued to paint his face, splattering him like an abstract painting. Swallowing whatever cum had landed in his mouth, Cory leaned forward to clean off Derek's cock, sucking out any remaining cum he could find. All the while, Derek continued filming, not stopping until Cory released his now-cleaned cock with an audible pop!

"Fuck, boy, that was great." Derek flopped back onto the couch behind him. "Hold still a second." Derek took a few more photos of Cory's cum-covered face, his lips red and swollen from use. "Alright, go clean yourself up."

Cory stood and walked to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a freshly washed face. He took a seat on the floor in front of Derek without being told. As he did, Derek leaned forward, once again showing him the screen of his phone.

"What do ya think?" Derek swiped through the photos before landing on the video. "Pretty hot right?"

"Yes, sir. Very hot," Cory responded, mesmerized by the images of himself on the screen. "We should definitely do more of that. If you wanted to. Sir."

Derek smiled as he pulled his phone back, once again sending a few things to Nic. A few photos, a clip of the video, and finally a shot of Cory's messy face at the end. Class would be getting out soon, and Derek snickered at the thought of him having to walk out while trying to cover up the tent he was pitching.

"Now then, boy." Derek returned his attention to Cory. "What should we do next?"

Nic adjusted himself in his pants at dinner. He probably shouldn't have used Amy's trip to the bathroom to look through the stuff Derek had sent him earlier but… Oh, well. At least he wasn't in the middle of class this time. Asshole.

The pictures were hot though. And that bothered him more then he wanted to think about right now. Should he really be getting turned on looking at two guys like that? He wasn't gay. He was on a date with a girl right now , a girl he was going to take home and have very hot sex with. It didn't make sense.

He probably shouldn't worry about it being that deep. Derek was only doing it to fuck with him. He'd need to think of some way to get him back, though. He wondered if Amy would be up for recording anything…

"Hey." Amy had returned to their booth and smiled at him from across the table.

"Hey." Nic smiled back, the thoughts of his friends all but abandoning his mind. "Hope you're having a fun night."

"It's been okay, I guess," she teased him. "I think I'm ready to get out of here though."

"Yeah? You got big plans later?" he teased back.

"Well, just had this bottle of wine and a pair of handcuffs at home waiting…" She looked serious for a moment. "But, if you wanna keep hanging out in some old Italian restaurant instead…"

"CAN I GET THE CHECK?" Nic looked around for their waiter, shouting his request.

Come on, man, I have places to go, tits to see…

This was not how Cory thought his Wednesday night would be going. He wasn't complaining, he just really wasn't expecting … this . Currently, Cory was on his back in the center of Derek's bed. He was alone, which normally wouldn't be a problem, but he was also currently tied to said bed. Maybe not tied, just … hooked? Was that what a carabiner did? Whatever. He was cuffed to the bed by his arms, both stretched above his head toward either corner.

When Derek had first sat on the bed and helped him put his cuffs on, he figured he was about to spend some time being restrained. But then when Derek had him lie back and showed him the new bondage straps hiding under his mattress Cory pulled on his restraints, testing them. Fuck, this is hot.

His ankles also had cuffs on, but Derek hadn't attached them before he left the room a minute ago. He said he had to use the bathroom… It had only been a minute or two, right? He didn't think this was a prank … or part of his punishment. He could probably unhook the cuffs if he needed to—

"How are your wrists?" Cory jumped. He hadn't heard Derek walk back in the room. "Do they hurt at all?"

"No, sir." Cory reflexively pulled on his wrists, testing the bonds. "They feel fine."

"Good." Cory watched Derek move to the foot of the bed. At some point, he had put his cock ring on. "Let's get the rest of you strapped in then."

Taking a hold of Cory's right foot, he stretched it to the corner of the bed, attaching it to a strap that came up from under the mattress. Then he did the same with the left.

"How's that?" He tested the restraint on Cory's ankle before allowing him to do the same.

"Seems fine, sir." Cory wiggled his toes. "No problems so far."

"Great." Derek moved back up toward the head of the bed. "I'd ask what else you thought about it, but you look like you're enjoying yourself plenty."

At the center of the bed, Cory's cock was straining in its cage, a steady stream of precum leaking from the opening at the tip and leaving a wet spot on the front of his jock. Derek needed to make sure he checked the cage for washing later, something Carl had told him to look out for. He and the older man had kept in touch over text since meeting at the sex shop, Carl offering advice whenever Derek had a question about something involving Cory and his training. Derek had started to look to him as a sort of mentor when it came to kink.

"You can thank Daddy Carl for the bondage straps." He tugged at Cory's bound wrist. "He showed me a few places online that I could find very specific types of toys."

"Not bad for a test run," Derek continued, tweaking one of Cory's nipples and causing the boy to jump. "And when we aren't using them, the straps just fold under the mattress, hidden from anyone else."

"They're very … practical, sir." Though Cory was still pretty sure he couldn't get away with hiding them at his house.

"We should see what Nic thinks, right boy?" Derek pulled out his phone.

"Yes. Yes, we should, sir." For … science?

As he was taking a few shots of Cory on the bed, Derek groped and squeezed his cock. He was starting to get hard again, thinking about the rest of his plans for the night. He kneeled on the mattress on Cory's side, hardening cock still in hand. Then he was straddling Cory's chest, his weight pressing Cory down into the mattress. He waited a moment, making sure Cory's breathing wasn't labored, before moving up toward his face.

Cory looked up as Derek towered over him. His dick, once again fully hard, looked gigantic from this angle. Derek gripped it in his hand and brought it down, slapping him in the face a few times, leaving a smattering of precum on his cheeks. Phone still out, Derek snapped a few more photos. Almost instinctively, Cory opened his mouth, chasing Derek as best he could in an attempt to capture his cock.

Derek teased him, his dick always just out of reach, tapping or stroking it against him where he couldn't reach, streaks of precum dotting Cory's face. Eventually, he acquiesced and allowed Cory to engulf him. At first only sucking on the head, Cory swallowed as much of Derek as he could from this angle.

Derek allowed him to bob awkwardly on the first few inches of his cock for a few minutes, enjoying the look of determination on Cory's face as he dutifully attended to his dom. And capturing it on film, of course. Taking pity on the poor boy, he used his free hand to grab a handful of Cory's brown hair. Pulling his head forward allowed Cory to swallow another few inches.

Derek pulled his cock from Cory's mouth. Rather than release Cory's head, he pulled it back toward the mattress. Kneeling up and forward, Derek reinserted himself, pressing his cock down into Cory's throat. He still wouldn't be able to seat himself fully at this angle, but this way he could still get most of his dick wet. Besides, Carl had showed him other positions that were perfect for face fucking, and they had plenty of time tonight.

Cory was doing his best to take everything he was being given. As Derek fucked down into his mouth, Cory focused on keeping his throat relaxed and making sure to breath when he was able. He could feel the head of Derek's dick scraping against his tongue, each time basting Cory's tastebuds with his fluids. Cory moaned as he felt the grip of Derek's hand in his hair tighten, only reinforcing his feeling of being restrained.

Derek slowed the pumping of his hips, removing his cock from Cory's face. He wasn't sure how Cory was going to react to what he was about to do, but he was pretty sure he'd be fine. Derek unstraddled Cory's chest for only a moment, turned around, and re-straddled him in reverse. Then he moved backward, hooked his feet over Cory's arms, and lowered his ass to his face.

"Eat my ass, boy." With one hand, Derek gripped Cory's hair and pulled him up toward his ass. He sensed only a moment of hesitation before he suddenly felt a wet tongue against his hole.

" Holy shit does that feel good," Derek said with a groan, still holding Cory's face against his ass.

Cory was also enjoying himself. He hadn't ever done this before, of course, but he'd thought about it and thought about having it done to him. When Derek first turned around, he wasn't sure what he was doing, and he knew even less when he started backing up. But he caught on pretty quickly once, you know, his face was shoved into an ass. That first lick was very, very tentative, but all Cory tasted was skin and maybe soap? That must have been what Derek was doing in the bathroom.

Thank you, sir, Cory thought as he continued to lick across Derek's hole.

" Fuck boy, seriously, should have had you doing this a long time ago." Derek continued holding Cory by the hair as his ass was eaten, but his grip was loose enough to allow Cory to move how he wanted for now. "Bet Nic will be too chickenshit to try it though."

Yeah, probably . Cory thought Nic would freak out over anything being near his ass. Whatever.

Derek stroked his cock as he was rimmed, slow sliding his hand up and down as he ground his ass backward into Cory's face. This seriously felt amazing . He absolutely understood why people did this. Fuck, he could probably cum just from jerking off to this, if he wanted. But the plan wasn't to cum yet, so he kept his stroking slow and steady, working himself up but not pushing himself to the edge.

"Fuck, boy, get your tongue in there. Fucking eat that ass ." Derek became forceful again with the grip on his hair, and Cory did his best to appease his sir.

Prodding gently at Derek's hole, he pushed his tongue, again tasting only skin, soap, and maybe a little musk. He could only smell sweat and well, Derek , a scent he had become all too familiar with. He groaned a little as he pushed his tongue farther in before pulling back a little, attempting to fuck his tongue in and out as he had seen done in porn. He heard an appreciative moan from Derek above him, so he figured he must have succeeded.

Derek continued pressing his ass back, wanting to feel more of Cory's tongue. He was becoming more and more tempted to just say fuck it and stroke his cock until he came, but he still managed to restrain himself. Allowing himself a few more minutes to enjoy Cory's tongue on his hole, Derek lifted himself up and off of Cory, hearing the boy take a deep breath he probably hadn't even realized he was holding.

"Well," he turned to look at Cory, his cock still hard and leaking in his hand, "what did you think about that?"

Cory was still catching his breath. His face felt like it was covered in his own spit, and his lips and tongue were sore from so much use. But he was so turned on, his hard cock still straining in the chastity cage. He loved it.

"That was great, sir," Cory said, his voice hoarse from disuse. "I didn't think that would be something you'd be into."

"I had it on good authority that it would feel great." Tricia, for one, seemed to love it, and Carl had also recommended it to him in passing. "They were right."

Cory pulled at his bonds without thinking. He wasn't sure what was next—Derek hadn't cum, so he knew they weren't done yet. He watched as Derek moved back to the foot of the bed. He unattached each ankle from the bed straps, tucking them under the mattress when he was done.

"Just gonna try another position, boy." Derek grabbed both of his ankles and pushed his legs back, climbing onto the bed between them as if he were going to fuck him.

Cory could feel Derek's hard cock slide against his jock-clad and caged one. But Derek kept pushing his legs back, to the point of almost lifting his ass up off the bed. He then reached for additional straps from the head of the bed, attaching each ankle and adjusting the length so that both of Cory's legs were pulled up over his head, his ass aimed at the air.

"How's that feel, boy?" Derek asked as he slid a few pillows under Cory's ass.

"Uh… Okay, I guess, sir. Strange?" Cory answered as his dom continued checking all of the restraints to make sure they were even and holding steady.

"Good." Derek nodded. "Let me know if anything starts to hurt. You remember your safe word?"

"Yes, sir. Bacon," Cory repeated.

"Good boy." Derek gave him a small slap on his ass and upper thigh before climbing off the bed once more.

From this angle, Cory couldn't easily see what he was doing, but it sounded like he was getting something from the closet. When he returned a moment later, in one hand he held a bottle of lube. So he was getting fucked tonight. Yay!

"Well, don't you look excited," Derek teased. "But first…"

Derek held his phone in his other hand, again taking pictures of Cory in his current predicament. Climbing on the bed again, he slapped his hard cock against Cory, the jockstrap allowing for only his hole to be on display. Derek snapped a few more photos of this, and of him teasing Cory, pressing his cock head and leaving a trail of precum in its wake.

It was this photo that greeted Nic as he exited Amy's bathroom. Taking a moment to relieve himself, he had left her with her wrists cuffed together on the bed for a few minutes. He thought she would enjoy the suspense—she certainly loved the bondage.

But, fuck , when did D even get that shit for his bed?! He watched a short clip Derek sent, slapping his cock against Cory's hole, causing the boy to jump each time. D was definitely going to have to show him how to use those things. And maybe where he got them. Would they fit under Amy's bed…?

Fuck, Amy! He squeezed his cock in his hand, looking once more at his phone before turning off the screen. Nothing wrong with comparing notes with a bro, right?

Setting his phone to the side, Derek reached back behind him for something Cory hadn't seen him put down. It was … a dildo. Huh? It was black and not too big—about the same size as the one Cory had at home.

"Don't worry, boy. You'll still get the real thing. You've just been pretty good these last few days, and I thought you earned a little something." As Derek spoke, he popped open the lid on the lube, applying it to the dildo and wiping his slick fingers across Cory's hole when he was done.

Derek positioned the head of the toy at Cory's hole. He looked up to Cory's face, meeting his eyes as he pushed the toy forward and popped the head inside, causing Cory to groan. The two kept their eyes locked as Derek continued to push the toy into Cory inch by inch. The boy squirmed against his bonds, whimpering as he felt himself stretched open for the first time in a few days. Once it was fully inside, Derek held the toy still for a moment, jostling it only slightly against Cory's walls.

Then he tapped on the base.

" AaaaAAHhhhHHhh " was Cory's response as he felt the toy begin to vibrate within him, and he began squirming even more than before.

The toy continued to vibrate as Derek slowly pulled it back out, leaving only a few inches, and then pushing it back in. Derek smirked as he slowly fucked Cory with the vibrator. Taking care to make sure he was aimed at the boy's prostate, he kept his movements slow at first, letting him get used to the feeling. Cory had used a toy on himself, but no one else ever had and definitely not one that vibrated.

As Cory's noises of shock died down, Derek started to fuck him faster. The shrieks of surprise had given away to the steadier low moans and groans Derek had gotten used to hearing. He meant what he said: Cory had earned this. He had talked to Carl about ways he could "reward" Cory for good behavior, something that was just for him and not incidental to something he or Nic wanted to do. This was one of the simpler ideas they'd come up with.

Cory watched Derek's face as he fucked him with the toy. When his eyes weren't rolling in the back of his head, he looked determined. Derek's cock was still hard, and he looked like he would gladly replace the toy with himself any moment now. Cory hoped he would. He was smiling just a little, his eyes going from Cory's face to his hole as he watched his own handiwork in action.

Derek was determined. He was going to push Cory over the edge and make him cum at least once with only this toy. He watched as Cory's breathing became more labored, his moans louder. He made sure to angle the toy up and toward his prostate, his thrusts not too fast or too slow, scraping over it just right on every pass.

Cory began to pant, giving high-pitched, almost breathless moans. He could feel something building up in him; he could feel the pressure inside. He was going to cum if this kept up. Oh . That's what Derek meant. This is what he earned. Cory relaxed for the toy as best he could, not that there was much of anything he could do at this point—Derek had it under control.

Derek could see that Cory was getting close and so he kept his thrusts steady, the moans growing louder and louder. Finally, Derek heard Cory's whispered " fuck " under his breath and felt his hole squeeze around the toy tightly. Derek continued to push the toy against the straining muscles, fucking Cory as the prostate orgasm rolled over him. The wet spot on his jockstrap had grown even larger, and there was now a stream of precum dripping down from the fabric. Cory's eyes again rolled into the back of his head before closing, his head falling to the side as he caught his breath. Once he felt Cory relax, Derek gently removed the toy, setting it to the side.

Cory was just about to thank Derek when he felt him shift, and suddenly felt something else at his hole. Opening his eyes, he saw Derek was now once again kneeling over him, his cock pressed at his well-opened hole. His eyes went wide as he realized what was about to happen only moments before Derek pressed forward.

"Ooooooohhh fuuuuccckk" was all he could get out as Derek pushed his cock into him deep. He had already been opened up and lubed well by the toy, which combined with the fantastic orgasm he just had meant there was very little resistance for Derek. He eased in the last few inches, stretching Cory just a little deeper than the toy had earlier.

"Fuck, boy." Derek's voice sounded rough, as though he had been holding back the floodgates. "Sorry, but I needed that."

He slapped Cory's thigh to punctuate things, making Cory jump. Placing one hand on the back of each thigh, Derek used his weight to press Cory's legs even farther back, using the leverage to begin sliding his cock in and out of Cory's ass. Cory could only groan, not having had a moment to form a coherent thought since his orgasm. It was not unlike when Derek and Nic would both take a turn with him, not even a moment between cocks to gather his wits.

Cory was okay with this, though. Derek wasn't hurting him. Hell, maybe he'd even get to cum again—he still had three more days of chastity after all. He warmed to his second fucking of the night quickly, throwing his head back and moaning as he enjoyed the sensations.

Seeing Cory relax fully was all the signal Derek needed to start fucking in earnest. He pulled his hips back until only an inch or two remained within the smaller boy, then allowed his weight to carry him back down, slapping his thighs against Cory's. Each slap of skin would be punctuated by a groan from Cory, a combination of the pressure over his prostate and some of the wind being knocked out of him. With Cory's legs held up the way they were, neither boy had to worry about holding them up or straining Cory's muscles. He'd probably still be a little sore once they were done, but at the moment, he couldn't care less.

Derek dropped his upper body, holding himself up on his hands as his hips continued to thrust down into Cory's hole. Their faces hovered only inches from each other as they fucked, breathing heavily, complexions red. Sweat dripped down Derek's nose onto Cory's cheek. Both were silent other than the animalistic grunts and groans they couldn't help but make.

A feeling of possession suddenly washed over Derek, thoughts of owning this tied boy below him permeating his mind. Cursing, he gripped Cory with one hand by the throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't cut off his airflow, simply held it there, held him in place. Cory whimpered as he felt the fingers tighten around his neck, reveling in the moment of ownership.

"Who do you belong to, boy?" Derek growled out between clenched teeth.

"YoOUu, sir," Cory managed to get out between moans.

Growling again, Derek spit onto Cory's face, making Cory moan as the spray of saliva hit him. Eyes closed, he could once again only take what his dom was giving him, and take it he did.

"Fuck, boy, I'm gonna cum," Derek breathed into his ear, his body dropping farther to cover Cory's as he started. "Gonna fucking breed this hole."

Derek continuously ground himself forward, hips shaking with each shot of cum being unloaded inside of Cory. The hand around Cory's neck had migrated to one of his wrists, and Derek's body had collapsed on top of his, his head right next to Cory's left ear. He could feel Derek's breath on his cheek as his hips finally slowed and eventually stopped, the two boys now still.

After a minute, Derek lifted himself up slightly, hovering just above Cory's face. For a moment, he looked like he was going to say something… Maybe even do something… but a moment later, it was gone, and Derek was back on his knees, gently easing his cock out of Cory's hole. He carefully undid both of the cuffs on his ankles, setting his legs down gently and allowing Cory to stretch while he did the same for his wrists.

"So, what did you think, boy?" Derek was tucking away the straps under the mattress. "Good investment?"

" Great investment, sir." Cory stretched his arms above his head. "And thank you, for the reward."

"Like I said, you earned it," Derek praised. "Keep up the good work and there will be more rewards in your future."

Cory made to get up on his own but quickly fell back to the bed, his legs feeling like jelly. Derek laughed and helped him up, allowing him to lean against him while his Bambi-legs got back to normal on the way to the bathroom. He even turned on the shower for him.

As the two cleaned up, Cory watched Derek silently. Something about him was different. Not bad. But something between them had changed. Something that meant they were becoming more than just best friends who fuck. Cory was starting to wonder if this was just about the sex anymore.