He loved everything the submissive boy was saying, right up until that last sentence. “Please can I get hard…pretty please.”Įthan reached out and gripped Robin’s hair, making his head pull back as he fucked into his boy again and again. He was blushing dark red from his treatment. “No…pretty little whores don’t get hard.they’re holes to be used…only real men deserve to get hard.” He recited quietly in between moans. It was a smaller size than what he was used to and just like every time they’d stop his cock was desperately trying to get hard. His small cock straining hard against his cage. Little moans and whimpers were quickly falling from him as he was continously fucked. He was glad they had stopped this time, he hadn’t stopped squirming in his seat since the last stop. His cage keeping him in that sweet needy state. Of course each time they stopped it added to his own horiness and arousal. The road was exciting to Robin, he was enjoying being there for every need Ethan had.
“That’s my little, pretty whore,” Ethan grunted, as his balls slapped against Robin again. “Fourth time getting fucked today and that pretty cage still isn’t letting you get hard, is it?” he smirked. “But you don’t deserve to get hard, do you baby?” He gripped Robin’s hips tightly, as he fucked into him hard. They’d pulled over on the side of the road because Ethan had been horny and wanted a full-blown fuck that wasn’t cramped by the car, and he didn’t care who saw them. Ethan groaned loudly as he drove into Robin, again and again.