I don't need help with the rent, actually. What I really want is to control a nice boy's cock. Do you think you can help me with that?
Then unzip your pants for me.
I measure your cock, wrapping the flimsy tape around your thickest part. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. Your heart is racing with excitement, with longing as I take my measurements.
Now stroke it for me, I want to see it get hard.
You do and the puffy head begins to widen, the shaft to thicken to a pounding, skin-tight girth. I look delighted as I measure again. Your skin heats wherever my fingers touch you, leaving a delicious urge to stroke behind them. Unconsciously, your fingers twitch as you hold back, trying to keep your hands to yourself as I fiddle with the soft tape. I notice and a smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. You want to fuck my mouth.
Can you move in tomorrow? We sign the papers and you hesitate over the last one: an agreement between us, about the use of your cock.
I will make sure your balls are emptied three times a day-unless I decide to lock you up for my pleasure. I can use it for myself, for my friends: however I wish to use it is up to my discretion but it will not be hurt or damaged and at any time you may ask me to stop.
A shiver crawls over your skin as you ask me about the cage and watch me draw a little key on a chain from between my breasts to bite it between my teeth, press it against my lips in a small kiss.