Lucas and Andrés

Lucas had waited all day for this moment. The tension had been palpable since the morning when his partner, Andrés, had reminded him of his place. With a whisper in his ear, just before going out for a run, Andrés had said, “Remember, today you will be mine in a very special way.”

The afternoon moved slowly, each minute heavier than the last. Lucas felt the chastity cage pressing against his skin, a constant reminder of his submission. Every time he moved, the metal reminded him that his pleasure was no longer his. He had given that control to Andrés, who knew exactly how to play with his desires and frustrations.

Andrés returned from the gym, sweaty and with a satisfied smile. His muscles glistened under the kitchen light, and Lucas couldn't help but feel a pang of desire and frustration. He knew what was coming, and although the wait was exasperating, the longing only made the moment feel more intense.

“Come here,” Andrés ordered, his voice firm but laden with a dominant sweetness that made Lucas's heart race. Lucas obeyed, kneeling before his partner, his eyes fixed on the prominent erection that stood out beneath the damp fabric of Andrés’s shorts.

Without warning, Andrés pulled down his shorts, freeing his large, hard penis. Lucas, feeling a torrent of submission and desire, began to lick the salt from his lover's skin, enjoying the sour taste of sweat mixed with the pungent aroma of exercise. Each stroke of his tongue was an offering, a demonstration of devotion and surrender.

“That’s it, good boy,” Andrés murmured, stroking Lucas's hair. “Today you're going to receive more than you expect.” The words were both a promise and an order, and Lucas felt a wave of anticipation course through his body.

Andrés gently lifted him and took him to the bed, positioning him on all fours. The sweat from his skin mixed with the cool air of the room, creating an atmosphere charged with expectation. Lucas knew he couldn't touch himself, not without Andrés’s permission, and that deprivation only intensified his desire.

Andrés positioned himself behind him, his erection brushing against Lucas’s entrance. “Today, I will fill you completely,” he whispered before penetrating him with a firm push. Lucas moaned, feeling the mix of pain and pleasure flow through his body. Each thrust was an affirmation of his place, a reaffirmation of his role as a submissive.

“Do you like this?” Andrés asked, his voice thick with authority. “Do you like feeling full of me?”

“Yes, love,” Lucas gasped, feeling each word vibrate within him. The chastity cage prevented any release, but that only made each of Andrés’s movements feel more intense, more real.

With each thrust, Lucas felt desire building up inside him, a tension that had no release. And when Andrés finally reached his climax, filling him with his semen, Lucas felt a mix of humiliation and satisfaction. Knowing that he carried a part of his lover inside him, even without being able to find his own release, was proof of his total surrender.

Andrés slowly withdrew, leaving Lucas trembling. “Stay like this,” he ordered, “I want you to feel my seed inside you while you sleep.” Lucas nodded, knowing that the feeling of fullness and submission would accompany him throughout the night.

Later, as they cuddled together, Lucas felt an inner peace that could only come from total surrender. Despite the frustration, there was a deep satisfaction in knowing that he was fulfilling his role, that his pleasure and desire were tools in the hands of his lover.

And so, as the night progressed, Lucas fell asleep with a smile on his lips, knowing that each day would bring new challenges and rewards, and that his place was, without a doubt, beside Andrés, in a surrender and devotion without limits.