“I like you, cowboy,” Luke murmured, leaning close and kissing me on the lips. “I really, really, fucking like you.”
I felt my chest grow warm at those words.
“Now, I am going to sheath this fat prick of yours, lube you up, and then I’m gonna sit on your dick and give myself some fucking relief. All right?”
My mouth dropped open. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”
“You don’t have to do anything but stay hard.”
I gasped as Luke rolled the condom on me. “Not going to…be a problem.”
Luke grinned and when he’d lubed my condom-covered cock and himself enough, he positioned himself over my thick erection.
“You know what they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?”
I groaned as Luke positioned me and sank down on the head of my cock, stopping to acclimate and closing his eyes with pleasure. Luke’s captured cock swelled between the metal rings and more moisture eased from the tip.
The sight made me crazy. “Oh fuck,” I gasped, pulling against the rope, wanting to thrust but knowing I needed to remain immobile.
“Good job, cowboy. Stay still and let me fuck you,” Luke moaned, sinking down further.
I groaned loudly as I bottomed out. I closed my eyes because if I saw what was happening I’d come too soon, and Luke would be pissed.
“Oh God, your cock is fucking perfect. So hard. You’re so hard. This is gonna work fine. All you have to do is lie there and let me do the work. Okay?”
My forehead wrinkled with the strain, but I nodded. I wanted to do what Luke said. I desperately wanted to please Luke. I wanted to make Luke come, and if Luke wanted to do this his way, I wasn’t complaining.
“Okay. I’m going to start moving now. Let me know if you get close and I’ll stop, ’cause I need you hard for this to work, Okay?”
I nodded again, biting my lip. “Sure.”
Luke rested for another moment while I collected myself. Then he started to move. He used my cock like a dildo suctioned to the floor, lifting himself up and pushing himself down as if I were nothing but a toy.
The thought made me harder, and I had to open my eyes to watch Luke use me for his own pleasure.
Luke’s eyes were closed, his face contorted in what could have been bliss or agony as he shifted for exactly the right angle. He came down hard and made a soft cry as my cock hit his sweet spot. His cock lifted the cage from his body as he came down in the same way several times, gasping out those small sounds until, finally, he sighed with relief and ground down as white fluid pulsed from the tip of his mostly flaccid penis in thick, lazy streams, dripping into my pubic hair.
Luke kept grinding down on one spot as his body appeared to gasp with relief. This strange, quiet orgasm went on for a long time, and I, feeling my own gathering climax from the sight of Luke’s dripping cock, begged for permission.
“Oh fuck, Luke, I’m gonna come. Can I come? Fuck! Can I move? Please, let me move!”
Luke grinned a lazy, sated smile. His voice was tired and soft. “All right, cowboy. Show me what you’ve got.”
I made a sound low in my throat as I began to thrust, using my hips to drive my cock into Luke. I felt my balls tighten, and the pleasure roll through me, my movements becoming ragged and my moans breaking the silence. I opened my eyes, meeting Luke’s gaze as my orgasm tore through me. I pulled against my bindings but obediently kept my hands over my head.
When I’d finished, and the last tremors had moved through me, Luke slid off, dispensed with the condom, which he tied off and threw to the floor, and cuddled up next to me.
“Well done. You were so fucking perfect, and I feel so much better now,” he said, yawning.
“Was that… Was that even an orgasm?” I asked.
Luke dragged his fingers through the cooling fluid on my pelvis. “Sort of. The term is ruined orgasm because your cock isn’t really hard, and the feeling’s not the same. Also called prostate milking.” He shrugged. “Interesting sensation. But not as explosive as usual.”
“Hmm.”
“You wanna try milking yourself sometime? I’m sure Kamal has an extra cage…”
I paled. “Um. Well…”
