Date: Thu, 6 Feb 2020 23:17:30 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: breaking brice installment 9 "You thought you were sore this morning. WAIT until I get done with you tonight." As Brice began to wake up, his head resting on Jay's chest, he remembered those words. Jay meant it. And Brice had some more thinking to do. After Jay had dragged Brice to the bedroom, more violently than he ever had, even during caveman sex, he ordered him stripped. "MOVE IT BASTARD" he had yelled a few times, surprising Brice. Normally, Jay was much more patient with this relative newbie. Brice took his usual position on the bed, face up, and Jay tied him spread eagle style, the way he usually did. Only he pulled the restraints much more tightly than usual. When an "ow" slipped out of Brice, Jay had smacked his balls. 'SHUT UP. You think THIS is uncomfortable? I can make them MUCH tighter. Believe me. Jay's legs were pulled, much further than ever, and there was no movement in his arms at all. It hurt, but it was also arousing, and Jay saw it. "Figures. I think you try to piss me off just so you can get off. Well, we'll see how that's gonna work tonight." He grabbed a pair of his brief, shoved them in Brice's mouth, and then grabbed some tape to seal them in. Jay didn't usually use tape because Brice was so hairy. "I'm gonna need my hands for a few things tonight, fuckhead, so instead of pinching your nips.... we've got Mr. Tit Clamps" Brice tried to squirm. He HATED the clamps. They hurt bad, and didn't arouse him at all. But Jay liked them. He saw Jay adjust them to the most painful position, and attach them. Had he not been gagged, Brice may have woken up the whole apartment building with his scream. Jay just glared at him. The play was clearly getting him hard. "Now, we've got one hole plugged, let's get the other one filled." He reached into the drawer of his bed table, and pulled out the dildo collection. Jay had three of them, and when he used them, he always used the smallest one on Brice, and Brice loved it. Tonight though, he went for the longest one : longer than his own cock, and thicker. He spat on it, and spat on it again. "I don't think you get real lube tonight, you fuck. And don't expect any mercy." Brice didn't get any. The dildo went in, at full speed. OH SHIT! Brice tried to scream again, but the gag swallowed it up. He felt like he was being split in half. Jay was glaring again. "Trust me Brice, you're going to be more glad when I fuck you then you've ever been yet." But first.... those feet." Brice thought that Jay had tickling in mind. He was wrong. Jay grabbed a paddle. He ran it, vertically, over each of Brice's soles, which DID tickle a little. Then the beating began. Jay counted out: he was going for 25 on each foot. Brice started to scream at 5, gave up at 10, and was just sobbing at 20. "Oh, we're just getting started Brice. Just beginning. Jay grabbed Brice's balls. "Think you can handle 25 on these? Brice's eyes got wider, and he shook his head violently NO. "Yeah, I agree" said Jay. "50 is more your speed. One second though.." He pulled out his phone and took a bunch of photos. He brought them to show Brice. "Look at our new partner. A dildo in his ass, a man's jock in his mouth, an an erect penis. Sounds like a cover for the Bar Journal." Then he got to work. The ball torture started with very gentle taps. Brice actually liked it. Then at 10, it got harder, and at 20, even harder. If the foot torture was tough, the ball torture was excruciating. At 30, Brice thought he passed out, but he felt the pain. Jay looked at him. "You owe me 20. By the way, how are those tits? He pulled the clamp chain. "Want them off Briceman?" Brice pleaded with his eyes. "Ok. I'm gonna take them off. In fact, I'm gonna take out the dildo too, and the gag. And I'm gonna listen REAL close to what you say to me. And then I'll decide what happens next. " The POP when Jay pulled out the dildo was almost comical. He took off the clamps BEFORE he undid the gag, because he knew Brice would scream, and he did. Then the gag came off. Brice was laying there, sobbing, trying to catch his breath. "I'm waiting, bottom. Speak." "Please Sir. Please Jay. PLEASE. Just hold me. PLEASE." "No one's holding you until I hear what you've got to say. " "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I put you in so many awkward positions. And I'm sorry I got angry at you. I overreacted. I have a hot temper. I'm trying to get it under control. " He paused. "And I LOVE being your sub Sir. I LOVE when other men are jealous of me. I LOVE seeing your body and thinking "I belong to him. I love it all. So please, please, please. Do whatever you want to me Sir, but I ask for one thing. Just one thing." "What's that studmuffin?" "FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE PLEASE SHOVE YOUR COCK IN ME." Brice began to cry again. Jay sat down on the bed next to him and stroked his hair. "It's ok, babe. It's ok. I'm gonna make sure you're taken care of." He bent down and kissed Brice gently. "You're the man I wanted from the day you came to the firm. I had other guys in mind, but you pushed them ALL out of my head. I used to jerk off at night, thinking about what it would be like to have you controlled, like I have you now. " He paused and began to climb on Brice. He whispered in his ear "I don't think you have ANY idea how CRAZY you make me stud. How CRAZY horny." He shoved his tongue down Brice's mouth, and held it there for a long, LONG time. Brice's sobbing became little moans of pleasure. Jay pulled out his tongue and smiled at Brice "Gimme that neck, handsome." Brice knew what to do. "You're gonna have to take it." Jay smiled. "Then I will. " His head bobbed and weaved with Brice, until he got his chin in. Brice was finished. He knew it. Jay's scruff always made him insanely hard. It did this time, too. Then his ears. Until Jay, Brice had no idea ears could be sensitive. Then back to Brice's neck. Jay giggled and whispered "you may need to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, stud." Brice thought "No, I want this as a mark of pride. I'm his." "Enough of this foreplay. I've been thinking about how sore I'm gonna make you for hours." Jay undid the ankle restraints. Brice's legs went up, as they had so many times. OH GOD he thought, when he saw Jay's erection. "He's NEVER been that hard before. Thank God for that dildo first. It had prepared him. Except it didn't. Jay had cagily just put the dildo in, and didn't move it around. Now, the movement of Jay's cock, in and out, was a brand new sensation, exaggerated by what the dildo had done, and the ribbing on Jay's condom. He had never used a ribbed one before. "Like the new brand, bitchboi?" "Yes sir. It feels so good. OH GOD. I love taking your cock. FUCK ME HARD" Jay did keep pushing. Normally, he was a quick orgasm. Not tonight. Jay pulled out his cock, and looked down at Brice. "I hope you don't have to sit at work tomorrow, because you are going to be remembering this fuck all day." And he SLAMMED home. All of him, all at once. Brice was biting his lip, waiting for his endorphins to get over the pain and into the pleasure zone. When it happened, he swore he was high. Jay kept it up, pulling out, teasing Brice, and plunging back in. He must have done it for about an hour until he yelled "I'm gonna BREED YOU BITCH" and shot gobs of cum into that condom. "Please make it hold" thought Brice, although he knew Jay was careful, and wouldn't take the risk. When he was done, Jay collapsed on top of Brice. He took Brice's chin between his hands. "Hot sex, huh boi?" Brice smiled "yes sir. GREAT sex." Another kiss. "I want all our sex to be like that, but without fighting. " Brice caught his breath. "Sir, I don't think I could survive. I think you DID split me in half." Jay smiled as he undid the wrist restraints. "Well, maybe I can put you back together. " He pulled Brice into him, surrounding him with those bench pressing arms. That's how they fell asleep, and how Brice woke up the next morning. Jay was already up, playing with Brice's hair. "You're really cute when you sleep Brice. It's like a big cat, who's eaten a big meal, just totally spent." Brice made a joke "Well, you're the one who did the spending, Sir." Jay laughed. "it's true, it's true. " He pulled Brice's face up for a kiss. "I wish I could tell you to call in sick, and I'd do the same, but..." Brice finished it "Sir, after yesterday with Mel, I think he'd figure it out. Jay pointed to Brice's neck where his scruff had left marks. "I think he's gonna know anyway." The sex the night before had left Brice spent: physically, and emotionally. He felt as if he were crossing milestones just about every week with this relationship. Last night had been a major one. Jay had taken him right to the edge, more than once. Jay clearly knew what he was doing, but Brice didn't. Still, he trusted this man, and he went along with what he said to do. He loved it too. Jay pulled his hair gently. "Look, partnerman. You gotta go get ready for work. Lemme go and pick some clothes for you. " There was a gleam in Jay's eye. "We may be going shopping after work for some more stuff. I had a dream last night where you were head to toe in leather, tied up, and my date at a B/d event. I almost came in my sleep. The thought of a leather outfit, and an event, was something never far from Brice's mind. He knew the shop that Jay had in mind. Indeed, if Jay were "guilty" of walking through the office, checking out the guys, Brice had been guilty of checking out the leather store. He never went in, but walked past it, at least once a week. He thought that, if he ever crossed over to the world of same sex fun, it would have been through leather. He never imagined that, well, he'd be a man's sub. He showered, and dried off. Jay always picked outfits that made him look REALLY good. Today, it was a very high quality white buttondown shirt, some blue trousers, and the tweed jacket Jay had bought him for his birthday. The workouts in the gym were already making the jacket too tight. The shirt too, but that's how Jay liked him dressed. Brice checked in the mirror: the marks didn't show, if he left one button open, but if he left open two, the way Jay liked..... Jay always checked him before he left the house too. If he found Brice trying to "cheat," well, there were usually consequences. "Yeah, you're gonna be wearing those marks with pride Bricester", Jay told him. "Listen, if anyone gives you trouble, or shit at work, there are two ways to approach it. Either ask what THEY did last night, or just tell them the truth. It'll seem so out of left field, they'll never believe you. "I'll try the first approach" was Brice's answer. "Brice, you know at some point, people other than Mel Miller are going to know." Yes, Brice did know that. And he had pushed it aside because, there was only so much he could handle at one time. He kissed Jay goodbye. "Feel like sausage for lunch studmuffin?" Jay asked. Brice smiled. "Do I have a choice?" Jay's response was "only if you want it tied up , tied down, or buck naked. " GET OUT OF HERE HANDSOME. I gotta get ready and you're giving me dirty thoughts." Brice's office was close enough to Jay's apartment, so he walked. It was unseasonably warm, so he took off his jacket, threw it over his shoulder, and rolled up his sleeves. He was thinking about Jay's kiss: he should have asked for another one. "Looking good Daddy," some young kid called out as he boarded by. Brice smiled. That had happened a couple of times since he had started at the gym. It was good to know that Jay wasn't the only looker in the family. He pumped his chest out against his shirt - and pulled it back when he realized that his nips were so sensitive, the fabric was aggravating them. That made him think about Jay's nip work: how thorough it was, and how it could make him cum with nothing else. Later that day, Brice was focused on some papers at his desk. A complex legal problem, he was trying to untangle. Jay had let him off on blow job duty that afternoon, but they were still supposed to go shopping. Jay was not telling Brice much about what they were getting. "Hey Bricedaddy, looking sharp" someone called into his office. He looked up. They had hired a young kid about a month ago, with "interesting hair" who didn't seem to know, or care, about office etiquette. Brice looked up. "Sorry. Excuse me?" The kid smiled. "Bricedaddy, you know, you're looking good. Sean is working you hard and it shows. GRRRRR." Brice could feel the color draining out of his face. The kid smiled. "I use the same gym you do Brice. It's THE gay gym in the city." "What are you talking about? I work out, but it's not a gay gym." The kid began to laugh "Bricedaddy, have you ever seen a woman in there?" Brice was silent, the kid was right "AND...., have you ever wondered why everyone is so fit and good looking?" Brice changed the subject. "Bricedaddy?" "Dude, it's a compliment. If you're into older guys, and you like someone, you call him a daddy. " Now Brice was blushing "Listen daddy, any chance we could grab coffee?" "NO, there isn't" came a voice from behind the kid. Brice looked up and saw Jay standing there, giving the kid what he called his "death stare." "How about you leave my boyfriend to me, squirt?" Now it was the kid's turn to blush. "Uh, oh, Jay, I'm sorry man. I didn't know. I really didn't. " He started to leave but couldn't help himself "Listen Bricedaddy, if you ever break up with your boyfriend, lemme know." "So I see I have competition," Jay laughed. Brice was trying to figure out what had happened. "How'd you get in here? No one called me." "Stud, a few things. First, remember? I used to work here. The staff remembers me. They like me. Second, how long do you think a secret stays a secret in boystown? There are at least four people who asked me if I was here to see my boyfriend." "Boyfriend," thought Brice. He had never thought of himself as Jay's boyfriend, and Jay had never used the term. "Studmuffin," or "fucktoi," or "bitch," or "bottom," but "boyfriend?" That sounded serious. "Get your jacket, c'mon. I wanna get to the store before it gets too late. "No, no, I gotta get this done." Jay looked at him. "No, you don't. And if you don't come now, you're not gonna get done tonight." Brice had to admit that he had gotten addicted to his nightly sex sessions with Jay, so he turned around, shut off his computer, and said "Yes sir. Where are we headed?" There was a big smile on Jay's face. "Let's just say we're getting you a new suit." "But, we're business casual now." "I didn't say it's a business suit. C'mon. Let's go." As they left the building and started walking, Jay laced his fingers through Brice's left hand. Brice instinctively pulled away, but Jay held him tight. "Not happening, stud. If you're uncomfortable, get over it." Not surprisingly, Brice had mixed emotions. He had always been jealous of lovers, or dates, holding hands on the street. Now, someone who clearly felt for him was holding his hand, and he was afraid. Of what? Jay had never shown any affection in public either. "You've never held my hand before. What's going on Sir?" "I'm not sure. Maybe it was that little shit. Yeah, he got me riled up, but he also reminded me that you belong to me, and no one gets you without my permission." That comment got Brice a bit hard, but also made him a bit more defensive. "Wait. You mean what?" "I mean no one gets to bed you unless I say they can. I can't stop what you do during the day, but at night - you're mine. And I CAN control things a little during the day." Jay smiled. "That punk wanted you to fuck him. Good luck with that." "How do you know that? Maybe he just wanted to talk." Jay laughed "Like YOU just wanted to talk that night. He wants COCK , Brice. And he wanted yours. That's why he called you Daddy." He laughed again. "Gee, you have a lot to learn. " They were in front of a store called "Queer Cuir." It was the local leather shop. "Yup, here's where we're getting your new suit Brice." The sweat started beading on Brice's face "What, what WHAT? " "Now Brice, I TOLD you. There's a leather festival coming up, and we're going. You don't have anything to wear, so we're fixing that. " When Jay tried to walk in, he felt like he was trying to pull a French Bulldog, as Brice was immobile. Jay turned to him. "You know, I already have ideas on what to do to you tonight, and if you keep doing stuff like this, I may have to do it with you STILL WEARING the cage." Tonight WAS one of the nights the cage usually came off, and Brice was horny. He knew there wasn't any choice. "Ok sir. " They walked in. By this point, Brice wasn't surprised when Jay knew the proprieter. "JERRY MY MAN" He embraced the bald, round guy in the chaps and vest behind the counter. "How you been? How's your boy?" Jerry smiled. "Oh, same old same old, you know how it goes. Getting ready for the big rush. Every queen in town will wait until the last minute and then get pissed off when they can't get what they want. Billy's great. About to finish junior year in college. " He smiled. "Had a great night last night, shaving night." Jay shook his head. "Yeah, that can be hot." Jerry turned to Brice. "And who's this hunk of studly daddy hood?" He held out his hand. "Jerry. Nice to meet you 'don't be a stranger'" Brice shook his hand, as Jay spoke. "This is my boyfriend Brice. " Jerry laughed. "Don't tell me YOU'RE beginning to settle down. " Jay grinned a little "Well, I think so. I didn't plan on it, but I gotta tell ya." He held up Brice's hand and kissed it. "This guy, well... " Jerry nodded. "I understand. So, what are you guys in for." "Well, Jer, this is gonna be Brice's first leather fest, and we need a full outfit. Any ideas? " Jerry looked over Brice. "Hmmmm. Nice ass, so I think leather pants, lined, not chaps are the right idea. Shirt... .hard to say. Long sleeve is traditional, but look at those arms. Gotta show those muscles. And since it's your first... you should display your band." "Excuse me? " Brice asked "Band?" "He's new Jerry. Brice, in this little world, it's customary to wear an arm band to show if you're active or passive. I wear my band on my left arm, you'll wear yours on your right." "And then everyone knows...." He didn't finish. Jerry did. "Everyone knows nothing. They know that when you're with your man, he's in control. That's all they know. " He looked at Brice. "Trust me. Don't start assuming people assume. It's just costume. Like Halloween." "And besides stud," Jay added. "I decided you're doing it. I think you're gonna look hot in leather, and if you look hot, well..." "Just what I need. You even hornier than you are now." Jerry laughed. "Yeah, Jay always has been a bit of a horndog. C'mon Brice, let's go look for some stuff. Let me get you measured, and fitted. " Jay came along to add his opinion. They decided on a pair of very sleek, very dark black slacks. Like Jerry said, that was easy. Shirt was harder. Jay gathered up a long sleeve item, that was almost a business shirt, but leather, and a short sleeve one, with the snap buttons he liked so much on Brice's denim shirt. "Let's see you in both of these." Reluctantly, Brice headed off to the dressing room. He put on the slacks. They were tight, but the smell was intoxicating. All of a sudden, the idea of Jay being even hornier, was exciting. He put on the long sleeve shirt, also tight, and came out. "Hmmm. Jerry and Jay examined him like they were planning a fashion show. They had him tuck it in, untuck it, button it all the way, open one button, two buttons. "I don't know Jerry. I'm not feeling it." "Yeah, I know what you mean Jay. He's got that gorgeous hair. Some of it should show. And the whole ensemble kinda draws your eye down to his crotch. You don't want that. And the long sleeves, well, people are gonna ask... "I know. Let's try the short sleeve number." Brice changed. His head was spinning. He hadn't even looked in the mirror, so he had no idea what he looked like. He came out and the guys were visibly more pleased. "Now THAT's better. Those pockets bring you right up to the nips. " Jay smiled. "I don't need much help going up to those nips," which made Brice blush, and Jerry laugh. "He'll be the cock tease of the affair" Also...." Jerry took out one of the bands. "Brice, flex your arm muscles so I can fit this right." He measured the band around Brice's right arm. "Inscribed, Jay?" "Yeah, "Belongs to Jay"" Again, Brice found his cock growing. He was going to be wearing something that said he belonged to Jay, besides the pendant. DAMN. Jay was standing there, looking a little critical. "You know, this is for sentimental value. For me. When I met Brice, he was all lawyered up, so..." Jerry filled it in. "you want a skinny tie. Got that too." He brought it back and Jay tied it on Brice's collar. It gave him a chance to whisper into Brice's ear "you look SO FUCKING HOT that I am gonna edge you for about three days tonight." When he was done. He smiled "Now go and look in the mirror Brice. Strike some poses. Flex your arms, then your chest. And finally, my favorite. Hands behind your back. Jerry was clearly pleased with his handwork, and when Brice saw himself in the mirror, he stopped. "Who IS that hot guy?" he found himself thinking , before he realized. "HOLY SHIT. That's me. I'm fucking hot. " He came out of his reverie as Jay paid for the goods. "Time to change Brice. It's warm out there, and while I don't care if anyone sees you this way, well..." "By the way guys," Jerry interrupted. "We don't get a lot of daddy models for our stuff. Maybe you'd consider having Brice do some for us? We'd pay of course." The look on Brice's face made Jay laugh. Brice knew that Jay would be deciding on this, and he'd probably say yes. "Let me answer you in a couple days Jerry. I think it depends on the shots. But I may want your camera guy to take some for us. Private shots. "Sounds good Jay. Just let me know. Take care." He and Jay embraced, and Jerry held out his hand to Brice "REALLY glad to meet you. You and Jay make a good pair. I wish you the best." As they walked out, Jay reached for Brice's hand again. Much to Brice's surprise, he laced his fingers with Jay's. And he began to smile. "Leather fest is a good time Brice. You're gonna be a big hit." "If you say so, Sir." "So, handsome, how does it feel to have guys come on to you now, or stare at you, cruise you?" Brice blushed. "It's odd Sir. I hadn't really thought it out. That guy asking me to coffee today, that was really strange." Jay laughed. "If you knew how many times I thought about being that guy. " "Well, I probably would have said yes to you." Jay started to laugh. "I don't think so. But that's the past. You want to head to Peek a Boo for dinner? " Brice cleared his throat. "Well, I'm not going to deny I'm hungry, but Sir, can we call something in ? I'm more horny than hungry." "OH.. Now you're turning into a PUSHY bottom." "Sir, I DID find that term on the internet. Am I being a pushy bottom? " Jay laughed. "No, not really, but I need to tease you a little bit. It rouses me . But sure. Let me ask you something. You took two hard fucks in a row. Are you sore?" "Yes Sir." "You sure about this?" "Yes sir." "Ok. When we get home... you're mine." He squeezed Brice's hand a little tighter. They were alone in the elevator, and Jay shoved Brice up against the wall and kissed him hard, all the way up to the 15th floor. Brice's cock was throbbing, and leaking. He was glad that his pants were darker colored, and didn't show the stains too badly. Jay excused himself to go to the bathroom and firmly instructed Brice NOT to undress yet. Brice's back was turned when Jay came out, so the bear hug took him by surprise. "Jay. Sir. What the fuck are you doing," Brice squirmed in the grip. "A little twist Briceman. Let's see how your workouts are doing. If I can get you tied to the bed without you breaking free, I get to do what I want to you, but if you get free even for a second, it's your call." "I'm in," Brice grunted. He pushed against Jay's strong grip. He could feel his own muscles had grown, but Jay was just so strong. Jay yanked his arms behind him and pinned them with one arm. His other arm came around, finding Brice's nip inside his shirt. "You're getting stronger, studmuffin, but you're still no match for me. " And Jay whispered "bottomboi." Brice HATED that word and he squirmed harder. Jay began pinching his nip, and draining all of his resistance. Slowly, he found himself pushed to the bedroom, and then down on the bed. Jay seemed to slip, and Brice tried to make a break for it. No good. Jay had him pinned at the wrists, sitting squarely on his chest. "Looks like I won stud." "NO YOU HAVEN'T. I'LL GET UP. YOU'LL SEE..' Jay laughed and let go of Brice's wrists. "go ahead. Let's see. " He began playing with both of Brice's nips. It didn't take long before the moaning started. Brice made half hearted efforts to push off, but his strength was gone. "Ok, ok. As always. You win Sir. Tie me down. Please tie me down." Jay was quick to do just that, but only at Brice's wrists. He opened his shirt, all the way down, and then he pulled out the key to the cock cage. He took off Brice's loafers, grinning maliciously. "Whatever I want. That includes feet tickling...." Brice's look of horror was enough though. Jay just opened Brice's pants, and slid them down. His cock was truly bright pink in the cage, as Jay unlocked it. Freed, it sprang up like a redwood sapling. "Look at that. Like after a spring rain, studmuffin. Jay began to stroke the underside of Brice's balls. That, added to the stimulation of his freed cock, was driving Brice crazy. He wanted edging to go on, and on, and on, but he feared that tonight, that wouldn't happen. He couldn't last that long. Jay wanted to fuck his boyfriend so badly. He opened his own pants, and slid them down. His own hard dick shot out of his jock. Then he pulled Brice's ankles into the air. He took a look, and saw that, while Brice had said he was sore, he was not telling the truth: he had to be hurting. Brice's skin was inflammed. He had been overused. No, he could NOT fuck his prize tonight, whether Brice wanted it or not. Soooo, instead, Jay did something he hadn't done in a while, which he knew drove Brice crazy. He pushed his legs up into the air further, and began eating his ass. His tongue drove in deep: deeper than it ever had. He knew he was hitting spots, because Brice was moaning as loudly as if he were getting fucked. Jay laughed a little internally, because the pre-cum from Brice was so strong, he took a drop of it in his eye. He wiped it out and kept digging. He looked up at one point and said "you know what I'm doing stud? I'm eating your MAN PUSSY, BECAUSE YOU'RE MY MANCUNT." "OH FUCK SIR YES. YES. I'M YOUR MANPUSSY. TAKE MY MANCUNT. TAKE IT PLEASE PLEASE..." Jay was enjoying himself, adn reached down to start jerking. Brice saw it and moaned. "No Sir. Please take my ass. Please take it." Jay knew what he had to do. He wasn't going to spoil the moment, so he grabbed Brice's balls and pulled WHO GIVES THE ORDERS AROUND HERE BITCHBOI?" Brice moaned "you do Sir. ONLY YOU." Jay pulled harder. "SO IF YOU WANNA CUM TONIGHT, YOU STOP TELLING YOUR TOPMAN WHAT TO DO." "Yes sir. Yes sir. Sorry Sir. I just love your dick so much" Brice whined. Jay knew that Brice liked to cum together with him. He did too. He let his own dick go, and began to play with Brice's. "Sooooo, studmuffin. Can I get you to shoot without touching your nips? I bet I can...." Just a few thrusts brought Brice right to the edge. Either the caging had worked too well, or the rimming was too intense, but Brice shot big time, well before Jay could get ready. "That's ok," he thought to himself. "Another reason for punishment." He reared up and aimed his cock at Brice's face. "I'm gonna shoot in your mouth partner man, and you're gonna swallow it all. " "Yes Sir. Give me your jizz. Please . I want it. I want it so bad. I want my man's seed." Jay closed his eyes when the sperm started shooting toward him. Jay had no idea he had that much trapped in him either. He gave out 5 or 6 good shots before they began to lessen. He was exhausted. But Jay realized, there were some things he had to do. First, he could NOT let Brice think about getting fucked until his ass had healed. And now, the second part of his plan, hatched before he had snagged Brice, could begin. Not that he needed Brice's permission, but if Brice couldn't handle his cock 24/7, it was time to bring in another sub. And Al was at another firm, ripe for the taking. So was Vince. The wheels of his mind began to turn faster. But first he turned to Brice and untied him. "Get cleaned up boy. And then bring me a clean cage. You're getting locked up for another three days. Then we'll order in some dinner."