Naughty November

Chapter 6

SIX

BECKETT

After two people have fucked my mouth and ass, my dick, secure in the cage, has almost gone numb from overstimulation.

The first person who comes up to the glory hole wears gloves to finger me and bring me to the edge of a prostate orgasm. I can’t tell if they are using a strap-on to fuck me at first, but the heat through the condom, plus the way it flexes and swells, can’t be replicated. I see them switch the condom on their dick when I get on my knees and they fuck my mouth, their dick long and cut. Maybe a germaphobe?

They are clean-shaven, possibly waxed, making their cock look even bigger, and I have no clue of their gender. The idea excites me even more than I already am.

The second person has a bio-dick as well, but is otherwise feminine. I am happy to have my ass and mouth fucked hard by them, feeding into my edging and slutty mindset, but I’m also growing antsy being in the box alone.

Normally, I can give the top words and sounds to communicate, but the hole is small and low, and my only way to communicate is to pull myself back. Effective, but I like being touched .

Through the hole, they can only just touch my sore balls or wet lips, and not much else. They need to be right against the wall to fuck me properly.

The DM comes in before each person to confirm I’m still good, but I’m otherwise isolated from the world outside of the box. “How’s it going? You up for another?”

My body vibrates and I’m covered with a sheen of sweat as I sit on the bench and sip my water. I have to swallow back tears from the overstimulation to answer him. “Yeah, I could do one or two more.”

“Alright.” He nods and gives me a thumbs-up. “My shift is supposed to end in ten minutes, but I’ll be sure to stay for the next person so you can check in.

“Thanks. I didn’t catch your name?”

“Everyone calls me Flowers,” he tells me and waves as he squeezes through the back entrance. Flowers is big and tan, but I could see the nickname making sense.

Deciding I want to see a bit of the next person, I get on my knees and open my mouth in invitation. I can be a good little sex doll for a bit longer.

A new person steps up wearing black leather chaps and their matching jock is unzipped in front, revealing a thatch of curly black hair and their delicious dick. I lick my lips at the thick, cut cock with a dark vein running along the side and up to the darker head.

He reaches a hand down to caress my lower lip, and I can just make out his words, though I’m not sure if he knows I can hear him. “Be a good boy and suck Daddy’s dick.”

Using his other hand, he guides his cock to my mouth while using his thumb to keep my lower jaw open. The subtle force, along with his words, combine with my vibrator to have me moaning around his cock. I feel him swell in my mouth as he fucks into my throat, using my hole as fast and hard as he pleases. Drool coats my lips and chin as he pulls back, and I would have followed if the wall didn’t stop me.

“Good boy.” He leans over to speak above the hole, not close enough to see, but easier to hear. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Y-yes, Sir.” My voice trembles and my whole body thrums with unresolved pleasure. “Please? ”

“Hmm, I like your please, but I need more begging. What do you want from my cock?”

“I want you to fuck my ass, please,” I start, but he only hums. Fuck, that’s hot. I scramble for more words, finding myself sharing my darkest desires. “I want to be filled with your cum like a proper slut. Please fuck me raw, Sir?”

“That’s better. I’ll decide if you earn my cum.” I see him holding the base of his dick as if the thought turns him on as much as me. “No cumming for you, though.”

My giggle surprises me, but I’m nearly hysterical with the need to orgasm. “I can’t have a full orgasm, Sir. Caged and a cock ring.”

“Good,” he growls, and I realize the masculinity of him turns me on. Definitely into it, so that answers one question. “Maybe I can give you a prostate orgasm, anyway. Show me your ass, boy.”

Scrambling up to push the bench back into place, I press my ass and feet against the wall as close as possible. Thankfully, the wall and hole are well polished, or I’d have a splinter in my butt cheek already.

The man spreads my cheeks to reveal my hole, running a finger down my crack, over my swollen pucker to push a lubed finger inside. I’m still pretty lubed up and plenty prepared form the last two fucking, but I appreciate the care. When he prods my prostate, I jerk forward and dislodge him. It feels too good, but I want more.

Instead of fingering me again when I move back, I feel his tip pressing against my tight ring of muscles. “Yes! Fuck me, please,” I moan and beg, though I know he can’t hear me. The fact makes me bolder, “Fill me up, Daddy.”

A thrill runs through me to use those words at the same time he pushes past my resistance, thrusting into me until he hits that same sensitive spot he found with his finger. Instead of pulling away, I reach back to spread my cheeks, making sure nothing gets in the way. He picks up the pace, and I wish I could feel his full length without the inch and a half of wall separating us.

The walls of the glory hole shake and I use one hand to brace myself so I don’t scoot forward. With the other hand, I squeeze a hand between my legs to turn my vibrator up. He stutters, as if he can feel it, before ramming into my prostate over and over again. The vibrations pass through my taint to make the assault on that spot double. I feel the warmth pooling in my stomach, and I think I’m about to have another ruined orgasm, when my ass tightens around his dick.

Locked in the cage, my cock flexes and I feel a spurt of liquid. My body seizes and my vision goes black. I don’t come, and my balls feel no relief, but the warmth of my pleasure sweeps through me.

Behind me, I feel the man thrust harder until he stops as deep as he can get, my still tight ass gripping him as his cock twitches and swells inside of me. Fuck, I think he just came . My own dick tries to fill the cage again at the thought, but it has nowhere to go.

When he finally pulls back, I feel warm liquid follow him out, and his finger is there to push his cum back into me. If I could orgasm, that action would have done it. I reach back to turn my vibrator off, but his hand swipes mine away.

Through the hole, I hear his growling voice, raw after coming, “Leave it on. Find me after if you want to come on Daddy’s cock again.”

When he doesn’t say anything else, I scramble up to look through the hole. I see a hairy, bare ass framed by his leather jock and chaps, his leather vest and boots matching. Long, dark curly hair goes past his shoulders, but I can’t see any more of him as he disappears into the crowd.

Do I want to find him? The whole point of a glory hole is anonymity. Based on the hair, I think he is the Dom I met with Charlie, but I didn’t catch his name then. He fucked me really well and gave me a hands-free prostate orgasm. The key to my cage is around my neck…I could find him and offer to let him decide if I’m unlocked for the night. I couldn’t know if he was into that, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

I know one thing. No one is going to top that. When Flowers brings the DM to relieve his shift back, I let them know they could bring in the next bottom. I’m going to try and find one particular stranger.

When I’ve gathered my stuff and cleaned everything from the padded floor to the bench, I leave the glory hole with a new perspective. I’m happy to have the realization I’m queer. I didn’t know for sure before, but I’m certain now. Masculine or feminine, I like to be fucked. If a partner wants to ride my dick, they can and it will please me, but I was glad to have a label for myself.

Something else the glory hole has given me is a new kink. Not the glory hole, either. Edging was fun, and I was looking forward to how it felt to come when it finally ended, but it was being full of that man’s cum that had me hurting in my cock cage more than anything else.

However, continued prostate vibrations aren’t helping, either.

If I can’t find him, I’m not sure how much longer I can go without relief. But that is part of edging, so I don’t know when it will end.

My height allows me to see over the crowd in the walkway between the two play areas, and I spot Charlie. I wonder if she could see some of the show, so I make my way over to ask.

She smiles and turns to the girl with her, and my attention is drawn to movement on her other side. The sexy man who told us details about the glory hole is standing beside her. His long, curly hair, and leather vest give me hope it was him.

Do I find his hairy thighs and beard attractive? Yes. Yes, I do. And did I want him to fuck me again? Abso-fucking-lutely.