Max growled softly as he fucked Sean’s ass. “Such a bold, little wild child… My beautiful sub.”
Oh fuck, that plug… Max’s words… Oh, God…
Sean moaned unabashedly. Max smacked his cheek. Sean jerked with a gasp, then raggedly laughed. Max grinned and stroked Sean’s dick, but only until Sean shuddered, at which point he promptly shifted gears. Releasing Sean’s cock, Max withdrew the tail, then palmed Sean’s cheeks and spread them nice and wide.
Breath left Sean in a rush. His backdoor protested, displeased with the sudden sense of emptiness.
“Fuuuck,” Max purred, eyes locked on Sean’s ass. “Your hole, it keeps clenching. I think it wants its tail back.”
Sean laughed and closed his eyes—since he couldn’t shake his head.
Max’s voice dipped. “You ever been rimmed before?”
Oh, shit. Sean shivered. “No, Sir,” he rasped.
Max thumb-stroked his ring. “Then you’re in for a treat.”
Sean moaned at his touch. Max stroked him some more, then swapped out his finger for his tongue.
Flick—flick-flick—
Sean’s breath hitched. “Oh, fuck.”
Max did it again. Same reaction.
But it wasn’t until Max started making sinful swirls, that Sean let loose a stream of restless curses.
“Oh, fuck, Sir… Oh, shit… Oh, my God... Holy fuck…”
Max chuckled and kept going, curling a hand around Sean’s balls, licking him faster, then slower. Sometimes he even paused to suckle Sean’s ring, the feather-light sensation driving Sean wild. But Max didn’t relent, just growled and feasted on, drawing slews of whimpers from Sean’s lips. Sean tried to hold them back, tried to keep them from escaping, but shit, Max was teasing him relentlessly. Making him need more. More from that mouth.
“Sir,” Sean panted. “Oh, please, Sir—Fuck.”
Max paused. “Something wrong?”
“Yes, Sir—Going crazy—”
“Mmm. You want my tongue in your ass.”
“Yes, Sir—Please—” Sean tugged at his ropes. “Want it so fucking bad.”
Max grinned and palmed Sean’s cheeks. Spread them wide again. Spit on his hole. “Alright. Since my greedy slut said please.” Swirling his saliva around Sean’s ring, Max firmed his tongue and swiftly speared it through.
“Uh!” Sean’s hips bucked.
Max steadied them with his hands. Slowly, he delved in and out. “Damn. Such a tight little ring around my tongue.”
Sean’s eyes rolled back. “Oh shit, Sir—So good—”
Max burrowed his face deeper between Sean’s cheeks. Then the sound of a zipper resounded. Sean’s blood pumped hotter. He knew what that meant. Max had just downed his own fucking fly. To stroke himself off while he ate Sean out? Sean squirmed, lust spiking off the charts.
Max growled and pulled back. Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Fuck, you taste good.” He squeezed Sean’s ass.
Sean opened his eyes and looked up at him.
Max’s lips curved. “Time for toys.”
Sean groaned a breathless laugh.
Max rummaged back into his bin and pulled out the first; what looked like a shish kabob of black balls. Not all the same size, though. They started out small, the first no bigger than a blueberry. Each subsequent ball, however, was notably larger, with the last looking the size of a golf ball. A fat golf ball.
Max slid it along Sean’s hamstring. “Anal beads. On a stick.”
Sean’s ass clenched. His dick thrummed. He’d heard of those before, just always sort of assumed that they’d be smaller. He coughed a little laugh. “Wow. That thing looks kinda long…” He eyed the largest bead. “And potentially painful.”
Max chuckled and grabbed some lube. “Trust me. You’ll love it.”
Perhaps, but what Sean loved for certain was that gleam in Max’s eyes. How it betrayed the amount of fun he was having, and the extent Sean was turning him on. It’s what motivated Sean like nothing else to dive headlong straight into the unknown.
Steeling himself, he smiled, wincing warily. “Love it. Okay, Sir. We shall see.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Good times.
Max thrummed like a big, fat, happy tuning fork.
Sean always brought good times. Just a fact.
Max gripped Sean’s left ass cheek while drizzling his crack. When done, he doused Sean’s dick with lube also. Some dripped down Sean’s shaft and landed on his neck.
Mmm. Messy. Max loved that shit. Found everything about it shamelessly hot.
Sean shifted awkwardly, peering up between his thighs.
Max held his gaze. Stroked Sean’s cock. Slowly rubbed his sweet little hole.
Sean’s dark blue eyes rolled back yet again.
“Yeah,” Max murmured. “That’s my boy. Just let go.”
Nestling the smallest bead against Sean’s backdoor, Max prompted him with a squeeze of his cheek. “Push against it, Sean.”
Sean did.
In it went.
Sean exhaled.
“Good. Again.”
The next sank in, too.
Sean lashes fluttered, eyes still closed.
Max slid the stick deeper, up to the third.
Sean bore down once more.
Max pushed the ball through. Carefully. They were starting to get bigger.
Sean grunted. “Ungh, shit.”
“Yeah. Fucking beautiful.”
And Sean really, truly was. Max’s heart pounded triple-time. From fearsome arousal, yes, but also from deep, welling gratitude. Because this, this was different than the gift of a flogging, different from an act of obedience. This kind of exchange sank far beneath the skin. Delved deeper than just conscious submission. What they were sharing now was a communion of truth, revealing to one another the very heart of their sexuality. What enticed them. What stroked them. What drove them fucking wild. Max was showing Sean who he was, and Sean was doing the same. And son of a bitch, they fit like a glove.