GOOMBAY LOVER

Zodian Gray

I lit a cigarette and stood naked in front of the large windows of my luxurious bedroom on the fifth floor of the most expensive condo complex on the island. The sun was just creeping across the sky like a lazy bitch nursing a hangover.

I watched the spectacle of colors and forced my body to wait, prolonging the sweet agony of hunger for my baby in the other bedroom. All I had to do was walk across the hall, dick swinging like it didn’t have a care in the world. My baby had come to my little island in the sun for me to take care of him, like he usually did about once or twice a month when running his multi-billion-dollar portfolio of companies became too overwhelming.

I knew he’d had his shower, and had washed away the person he was to become the person he could be only with me. I wanted to rush over and tell him how much I loved and missed him. I wanted to kiss him and hold him like I would never let him go. But he didn’t want my tenderness or my love. He wanted—no, needed—me to fuck him like he was a whore in purgatory in need of repentance.

My dick twitched at the thought of that beautiful part of him, doing time in the little silver cage. He always waited for me in my music room, which was soundproof, so no one would hear him scream.

I walked into the adjoining bath and washed away the night’s funk from playing at the jazz club. My baby had come straight from the airport to the club to watch me perform. He’d watched me with hungry eyes; the rest of my audience had faded away and I’d sung only to him.

I heard my voice when I entered the room carrying a bottle of lube and the key to the cage. I’d recorded the songs just for him; nasty songs about fucking him deep and tender songs about loving him just as profoundly. The room vibrated with music. He had his back to the door, but I knew he sensed my presence when his head snapped up. I imagined his pale-blue eyes danced with excitement and his pale skin looked flushed. He had a beautiful ass and nice long legs. I loved him, not just because he afforded me a lifestyle where I spent my days making music with my band. I loved him because I knew he was more than the hard-nosed businessman everyone thought he was. I knew he’d had to take care of six younger brothers and sisters after his parents died. I knew his unrelenting drive to succeed came from his need to take care of the people he loved. But sometimes it became too much and he had to let go of that damn control. I would do anything for him, including beat his ass until he went crazy.

“Hello, Carl,” I said, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. I just had to say his name.

As if he heard me, my Carl fell to his knees. I walked around in front of him and cupped my dick. Yes, when it was this big it had to be called dick, because cock was far too tame. Carl called it his Mandingo dick.

He lifted his head and took that dick into his mouth.

“Welcome home, baby,” I purred.

I grabbed Carl’s ponytail. Some people thought it obnoxious that a man in his forties should still have a ponytail but Carl kept it for one reason only. I wound his beautiful brown hair around my hand and shoved his mouth farther down my dick. I used that ponytail to dictate how fast he should suck. I liked it wet and slow, while he suffered silently.

“Yeah, it hurts to keep him confined, doesn’t it? Maybe if you’re a good boy and take your punishment, I’ll let him come out to play.”

Carl looked up at me with glazed eyes. He was so happy to have my dick in his mouth. He already looked better than he had last night. The stress lines looked softer in the morning light when his only thought was to please me.

I yanked his head away from my dick and threw him over my piano.

“You came to my room last night, after I told you you’d have to wait until morning.”

“I just wanted to see you, Reggie,” Carl confessed.

“Did you touch yourself?” I asked.

“No, you locked him away, remember?”

“Did you touch any other part of yourself?”

When he didn’t answer, I know that he had. He had been in an intense state of pleasure for hours now. Carl liked pushing himself to his limits, edging himself toward pleasure but never going over. And I was about to take him further.

“I have to punish you for your disobedience.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His voice trembled with excitement.

Carl liked for me to use my hands to spank him because when we’d first met, I was beating a goatskin drum at a local Goombay festival. He said he’d known then that I would be a good spanker. I brought my hands down on his ass in time to the music.

“Yes, my Goombay lover.”

Carl liked to call me his Bahamian Goombay lover. Goombay was an African Bantu word for rhythm, and I had rhythm on that ass, wildly beating him red. When my final symphony ended, I lubed up and shoved my dick into Carl’s ass and he groaned like an animal. It had been too long for both of us.

I fucked him hard and fast. The little cock cage banged against the piano and Carl begged me to release him. I grabbed his hair and shoved his head down.

“You don’t get to come until I tell you to,” I growled. I increased that sweet, punishing rhythm he liked, and pretty soon he was sobbing for release. He’d reached his limits. I pulled out and spun him around. Carl had that crazed look in his eyes, like he was about to die if he didn’t come. His cock was red from straining against steel for so many hours.

Still I lingered before kneeling in front of him and unlocking the little latch. I carefully removed the cage. I swear I kissed his cock maybe three times, and just that easily he came, beautifully and gloriously loud, spewing his pent-up come right into my face. His beautiful face scrunched up in pure sweet agony was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen, and I beat my dick to an explosive finish as I watched him come a second time.

I looked up at Carl, and he looked down at me. He seemed so at peace. Our world consisted of just the two of us; all of his stress was on my face and dripping down my body. I stood up. Now I could kiss him and tell him how much I loved him. Now I could hold him and feel the rhythm of his heart next to mine.