Pride in chastity (2nd)

Can I put my fingers in his mouth? the young dark-haired man with curly hair asked you.

You nodded, then, taking a few steps, he wet his fingers in the precum that Adrian kept leaking through the slit of the cage and put them into his mouth, saying:

“Taste your lubricant, little slut.”

Adrian moaned and rolled his eyes while the bald man kept pounding him relentlessly and at an ever-increasing pace; his small penis was at its maximum size and compressed the already tight cage.

“Aren’t you going to do anything to calm him down?” you said, addressing the dark-haired man, who looked at you and pulled down the red speedo he was wearing, freeing a cock that, even not fully hard, was no less than 20 cm. Moving forward, he took your submissive’s mouth in his hands and, opening it, shoved half his cock into it.

Now Adrian was completely impaled, being fucked by mouth and ass; he was literally in paradise. To make him even sluttier, you took out a bottle of poppers and made him sniff it a couple of times. With the rush, he opened his legs even wider so the bald man’s cock could enter with more force and swallowed almost the dark-haired man’s whole dick. You already knew him and knew that only a good discharge of hot cum would slow him down, but your plans were different…

“Enough for now, dog,” touching his shoulder you gestured for him to free himself and at the same time looked at the two guys for them to step back.

He looked at you frustrated and angry; you knew perfectly well that he was about to cum without touching himself, you knew him very well, but it was still too soon and you wanted to push him further in his process of degradation and obedience. His will had to end up completely nullified and not think about his pleasure, only his master’s.

Freeing himself, he followed you toward the bar. You were thirsty and wanted something to drink. You ordered a glass of wine and a bottle of water for him, and sat in a nearby armchair. With a gesture you indicated for him to kneel at your feet; he knew what it meant and couldn’t suppress a smile of joy. He quickly knelt and, lowering your swimsuit, freed your 25 cm of completely drooling black cock. It didn’t take him even a second to begin sucking hungrily, savoring every drop you leaked. “Good dog,” you told him, caressing his head while with your foot you pressed his cage. In the months he had been with you, he had improved enormously and was an exceptional cocksucker; he knew perfectly how to make you enjoy more and knew each of your gestures, when you wanted him to speed up and when you wanted him slower. Lightly touching his cheek, he sped up his blowjob and swallowed even more of your cock; he controlled his gag reflex perfectly and had become a true deep-throat expert. Grabbing his head, you pushed the last bit of cock in and began releasing streams and streams of hot cum into his throat. Adrian s...