Page 20 of His Dad Will Do
“Full,” he says. “Is this what it will feel like to take your cock, Daddy?”
His knees fall sideways and I can see that his cock is hard and the pearl bead of the piercing through the head is glistening with pre-come.
I chuckle and pat his knee. “You’ll have to let me know when it comes to that, baby. I think I’m a little bigger than that plug, though.”
“Good,” he says. “Because I know I can take more, Daddy. I want to take all of you.”
Christ, he’s such a good boy for me. I let him squirm around on the sofa, testing the feel of the plug inside him. He makes whimpering sounds in the back of his throat and he’s probably mere moments away from coming, but I’ve got a solution for that.
“Sit up, sweetheart. Don’t you want your other present?”
I help him tug his jeans and underwear up over his ass but keep the fly open and his cock exposed. I pull him upright next to me and watch his face as I hand him the other box.
He opens it and stares down at the contents. The concentric metal rings gleam in the winter sunlight filtering through the southern wall of windows in the living room. His blond brows draw together and he plucks the metal contraption from the box, turning it over in his hand.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. He darts a quick glance at me, but his eyes go right back to the cage. “Really?”
“If you’re okay with it, baby. You can say no.”
“No,” he says immediately, then looks up at me with wide eyes. “I mean, no, I don’t want to say no. I mean, yes, I’m okay with it. More than okay.” His words are tumbling out and his eagerness to please is such a fucking turn on. I’m as hard as he is right now and I have to adjust myself. Something that Silas doesn’t even notice, because he’s still turning the cock cage over in his hands.
Then he holds it next to his cock like he’s comparing them. “Don’t think it’s gonna fit, though,” he says with a cheeky grin. The cage is just over two and a half inches long and he is quite a bit longer than that.
But there’s one sure-fire way to get his erection to go down. And he’s been such a good boy.
I push the coffee table back from the sofa and get down on the floor. This is going to be hell on my knees, but worth it. I doubt it’ll take very long, anyway.
His eyes widen at the sight of me on my knees for him. “Oh, fuck,” he says faintly when I suck as much of him down as I can in one go.
His hips thrust up as soon as I get my mouth on him and he groans loud and long above me. It doesn’t take long at all. His Prince Albert piercing barely grazes the back of my throat and he’s shooting his load down it. I swallow hastily—I’d really rather not have to clean come off the sofa cushions—and keep his cock in my mouth until he finishes spurting. He slumps bonelessly, his thighs spreading as much as his tight jeans will let them.
When I pull off him, his cock is small and pink, shiny from spit and come. I push up to my feet and wince at the crack my left knee gives and grab some wet wipes from the downstairs bathroom. Silas twitches a little at the cold wetness, but lets me take care of him.
When he’s clean, I take the cage from his unresisting hand and gently scoop his balls through the ring and into the cage. I tuck his flaccid penis into place, mindful of the ladder of piercings, and close the cage, then insert the bolt and tighten it with the Allen wrench.
I chose this model because I like the rings and how it encloses his balls, too, and because I didn’t want to freak him out by literally locking him away with a padlock and keys that could be lost. I don’t own him, even though I’d like to. For now, I love the look of him, so small and sweet, tucked away like a gift for me to unwrap later.
“Oh,” he says on a soft exhalation and his head falls back against the sofa back.
My hands flutter around the cage. “There’s a hinge at the back, behind your balls. Is it hurting you, baby?”
He shakes his head. His eyes are closed and there’s a quiet peacefulness on his face that’s tinged with a flush of arousal. He isn’t hard—he can’t get hard, thanks to the cage—but he looks like he’s seconds from coming without the strain of reaching for it.
Twelve
Silas
“Oh, Daddy,” I say. I open my eyes to look at Logan and his eyebrows are drawn together. He looks almost fatherly again, and it turns my crank all the way round.
“I love it. It’s so…” I wiggle a little to jostle the plug inside my ass and a fresh wave of arousal floods through my entire body. It stops at my crotch, though, blood pooling at the base of my dick because it can’t get me hard and holy fucking shit, this is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.
Logan’s eyebrows unknit and he smiles at me. He cups my cock and balls in the cage in his hand. My entire package fits within the curve of his hand and I can feel my pulse in my groin, thudding deeply.
Logan looks darkly satisfied and his thumb strokes my soft dick through the rings. “So pretty, sweetheart,” he says.
We sit there for a few minutes while I drift in the competing sensations of the fullness in my ass and the blood trying to fill my cock. I’m staring blindly down at my crotch and Logan is still holding me gently, tracing around the rings with butterfly touches, like I’m a delicate flower. It’s intense, but also freeing, and I slowly relax until my arms and legs are resting limply where they fall.
“Okay, baby?” Logan finally asks. I nod and he pulls me to my feet, then helps me tug my underwear and jeans up over my caged cock. It’s a bit of a struggle to get the buttons fastened over the bulge of the cage, but the jeans have a bit of stretch to them and I leave it to my Daddy to manage.
