Sex in C Major

Thankfully, there was nobody else out there. Stefan slammed the door again, face burning, and worked to lock the cage back into place.

Hands folded around his, and fisted them both around the bars.

"Very nice."

Stefan swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. Daz's jacket and jeans were cold against Stefan's naked back. Slowly, Stefan shifted his feet further apart, and pushed his hips back against Daz's crotch.

"You want this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You want my cock?"

Stefan's heart jumped at the thought of getting Daz's cock, rather than rubber. "Yes, Sir."

"You want me to fuck your cunt until it's leaking?"

The vulgar image made Stefan shiver, and yet-

"Yes, Sir."

"Mm. Not today. You want to suck it?"

Stefan bit his lip. "I-"

"Do you?"

"N-no, Sir."

"Does that mean you won't?"

"No, Sir. I'll do as I'm told, Sir."

"But?"

Stefan hesitated. The fingers over his tightened painfully.

"I-I want your dick inside me, Sir."

"In your mouth is inside you."

"Deeper, Sir."

"You'll learn to take it deeper."

"No, Sir, I-"

The squeeze was sharp, and Stefan cried out as his knuckles ground against the iron.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir. I meant I meant, I want you to fuck me. W-with your cock, s-so I'm split around you."

"See, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"No, Sir."

The hands disappeared.

"Sparse in here."

"Y-yes, Sir."

Warmth pushed on his fists, and they were slid higher on the bars until Stefan's chest was pressed to the metal and he had to rise up on his toes to reach. His hands were squeezed.

"Keep them there."

Stefan's heart skipped a beat, and he gripped the cage tighter when Daz's hands left him. His knees were already shivering. He he was going to be fucked, right? He'd never had anyone's dick inside him before. He'd touched and sucked Daz's, and he'd given a boy a handjob when he'd been in school, but he'd never been fucked by one before. And the way Daz had fucked his face-Stefan was getting wet before he'd even spread his legs. "Pretty. Don't move."

"Yes, Sir."

He was pushed completely against the bars, legs spread. The rip of tape was loud, and Stefan shivered in anticipation as thick layers of masking tape were wrapped around his wrists, ankles, even his waist, lashing him to the bars until he couldn't so much as wriggle.

The rush of wetness in his groin made him flush with horrible humiliation...and then the wave of hot, dark want erased it all.

He clutched the bars, and waited.

Daz's bag landed by Stefan's ankle, and things thumped against the floor. A cap popped. Warm slick fingers began to probe at his arse, then pushed slowly inside, one by one, rubbing and working him open. Stefan bit his lip at the strange sensation, but tried to relax and be patient. Daz was bigger than anything that had been used in Stefan until now. And he could fuck hard. Stefan just had to be patient, and then he would be rewarded.

But the fingering was maddening. It was dizzyingly erotic-to be fucked by hand, someone pushing him open and being inside of him, hot and moving and alive but also infuriatingly tame. There was too much lube, too little friction, not enough pressure, and nowhere near enough thrust. In fact, Daz wasn't thrusting at all. His fingers breached and explored, crooked and twisted, massaged and flowered but never thrust.

And when, finally, they withdrew, and Stefan took a deep breath, ready for more the other hand pushed under him and began to do the same to his cunt.

"Sir!"

"If you make demands," Daz said calmly, "I'll leave you bound and gagged in your bathroom all weekend, and come back to rinse off the piss and shit on Monday night."

Stefan snapped his mouth shut, and whimpered as the massage began to work at his cunt.

That, at least, didn't take so long. He was already slick, and his muscles were instinctively more welcoming to the intrusion. When Daz finally removed his hand, Stefan felt stretched, hollow-and more than ready to be filled.

And then something cold settled against Stefan's cunt.

Cold. Rubbery. Slick. Hard.

Huge.

Stefan yowled—a long, wordless cry-as something was pushed into him in a single, unstoppable push. It was too big. Oh, God, it was too big! And Daz just kept pushing, kept pushing and pushing and pushing, and it was so deep, so much deeper than his hand, it hurt, it hurt-

The pushing stopped.

Stefan gulped, then coughed as the toy shifted inside. It felt obscene. It felt as though it was pressing against his stomach, his liver, his kidneys. The urge to push it out was overwhelming. He couldn't take a breath without it moving, and when it moved, it sent spikes of lust and pain and want driving into his very bones.