Page 11 of His Biker Daddy

“Yes daddy, I will, I promise,” I shout, coming hard as he pushes down into my thrust. This time my dick shrinks up and he pulls me up against his chest, holding me until his thick cock starts rubbing against my leg. “What does daddy need?”

“That tight ass on daddy’s cock again,” he states, and I nod, getting up to turn over but he rolls me onto my back, pushing my legs up, his eyes fully on my ass, glittering as they come back up to my face. “Hold them there and keep that ass open.”

“Yes daddy,” I moan, and it deepens when his slicked up cock pressing against my ass, popping the head into it over and over making me shake.

“Look at that little dick, already getting hard,” he teases, before pushing deeper into me, his hips bucking against me harder and harder with every thrust. My dick grows desperate for some attention, but he ignores it, using my ass for his own enjoyment and I shout when he comes, filling my ass again. His hand wraps around my dick at the same time, jerking it off hard, and I’m coming in seconds, moaning at its shortness while daddy gives my ass a spank while he chuckles.

“Come here so I can clean my little boy up so he can get some rest. He’s going to need it now that I’ve tasted that sweet ass of his,” daddy warns and I happily let him wash all of me, asleep wrapped in his arms in minutes once the lights are off.

He wakes me with his cock nudging at my ass in the morning, and my dick pops up fully, and I moan, realizing he never put the cage back on me last night. I miss it and the way it controls my dick, the pain from it, but there’s a sting from daddy’s cock taking my ass hard and fast.

“Did daddy wake you? I’m sorry, little boy, I didn’t mean to, daddy was just too hungry to wait,” he teases at my ear, and I moan, pressing my face into the pillow as his hands trail down my body, teasing my nipples with pinches as he thrusts harder still. “You did tell daddy I was allowed to touch and play with whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes daddy. I love waking up to your big cock inside me,” I shout as he pushes me straight to the ledge. “I’m going to come though daddy. Can I?”

“No, you hold it until daddy tells you that you can now. If not, I’ll put you back in the cage,” he adds against my ear and holy shit, I don’t know if I purposely meant to come to break the rule or if my body just wanted it so badly that it did it on its own.

“Fuck!” I scream into the pillow as his hard thrust makes my cock burst with it.

“What the fuck was that?” daddy demands, his tone dark and angry, as the collar tightens on my neck and I come again, making him growl even deeper. “You little shit,” he grunts into my ear, “you know what happens when you break the rules.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” I shout as he pulls out of me. He flips me over, his hands landing slaps to my thighs and balls, before he pushes my semi-hard dick into the cage, fastening it tight to the strap.

He lifts my hips, his cock sliding back into my ass and he goes even harder than all of yesterday, taking me entirely, but it still builds another orgasm inside me, pulling me to the edge. Daddy comes hard, pulling out, coating me with his cum and I beg and plead for him to let me come again. “No, not until you learn how to be a good boy.”

I moan as the hunger stays within me, only building every time daddy’s cock gets hungry, taking me again and again throughout the day. In between, he uses his toy box on me, running a pinwheel over my skin making me shudder. He runs it across my nipples as he’s taking my ass again. He comes, coating me with his cum before he presses the pinwheel deeper into my skin, making me jerk, my heart racing and I push at his hand telling him no.

“What did you just tell daddy?” he questions, running it across the other nipple even harder and I can’t help but cringe, shoving his hand away. “Cash?” he says, pulling my face up to his as I start to freak out. “Cash!” he shouts, his hands on my face holding my head as he stares down at me.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I whisper, shaking entirely and he lays out on me, pulling my head onto his chest, holding it tight until I stop.

Chapter 6

Cash

Itry to speak but nothing comes out, and he moves us into the shower, removing the collar, strap, and cage to clean them, as he moves us into the water. His hands soap me, his eyes running all over my chest as he does, and his eyes meet mine, a smile on his lips.

“All that perfect skin…I think it needs a tattoo or two, showing that you’re daddy’s little boy permanently. Maybe pierce these,” he adds, pinching my nipples and I jerk back, nearly slipping before he catches me.

“No,” I state, moaning as his hand covers my dick, giving it a squeeze.

“Until you let daddy put his mark on you, this will stay in the cage then,” he states and I fight to control the way it floods me with desire, but my dick starts to harden as it’s in his hand and he chuckles, stroking it harder, before slipping down to his knees and sucks me off. The orgasm is intense, and I rest against him fully as he dries us off, recovering from it.

He buckles the collar, then slips the cage onto me, latching in place and he gives my cheek a little loving smack as his eyes stare down into mine. “You know the rules, unless daddy takes it off,it stays until you give daddy what he wants. And seeing as how I’m pretty sure you’re terrified of needles…” he says making me gasp a bit. “I thought so,” he adds, pulling me tighter into his hold, his hand cupping my cheek. “You like the cage, don’t you, little boy?”

“Yes,” I admit, heat filling me at the delight that fills his eyes hearing that.

“Good, then you won’t fight daddy when he wants you to wear it. Now, why didn’t you tell me about being scared of needles? Is that why you never went all the way? You think it meant you wouldn’t risk catching something so you wouldn’t have to get tested?” he asks, and my jaw drops at the anger in his tone.

“No. I can usually deal with it enough to do bloodwork at the doctor’s, and I’ve been tested because I know you can catch an infection from semen even if there isn’t penetration. That you can catch some diseases from oral sex or just from genitalia touching, especially if the skin’s cracked or broken. I’ve heard all the lectures on it from doctors. I don’t need it from you,” I snap back, a bit shocked and it seems so is Law because he pulls me closer, rubbing my back rather than reminding me that talking back is a punishable offense.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby boy. I’m sorry. Daddy was just worried about his little boy, worried he could lose him for something that happened in the past,” Law says gently, and I sink into his hold, resting my head on his shoulder, holding him tightly in return. “I’m sorry if you thought I was lecturing you. I was worried and jealous of others that have been close to you.”

“There’s only a couple, and other than some oral, the biggest thing that I’d even done until you was rubbing dicks with someone else—over the dick and balls, touching tips. It never felt right to go further. There was always something missing until you, Law.”

“It might be fucked up, but I’m glad, baby boy. I like knowing we share something special because you’re special to me. I love you. You’ve become everything to me this past month, so why didn’t you just tell me when I started using the pinwheel to stop? Not just push it away but to really stop?”

“I didn’t want you to stop fucking me. Everything else was amazing, it was just when that thing felt like it could pierce the skin I freaked out a bit. Even then, I still didn’t want you to stop the rest,” I admit, and he nods, his jaw tightening and I sigh, not wanting him mad at me. “I get it probably seems stupid to be afraid of needles considering I’m surrounded by guys with tattoos and piercings—when you have your balls pierced.”

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