Growing more excited, every inch of him buzzing, Max rose up on his knees and grabbed his cock. Shit, how he wanted to shove it into Sean’s body. Drive deep and get busy furiously fucking. Too bad they hadn’t put that on the night’s agenda.
He growled and thumped Sean’s tailbone with his dick. “You feel that, slut? You’ve got me crazy hard. When you come tonight, I’ll be right fucking behind you.”
Sean moaned. “Oh, God. Please don’t say shit like that. It’s making me need to come now.”
Max grinned and pushed the stick further in, stopping when bead four reached Sean’s door. “Nope. No coming till I give permission. Now bear down. Got three more balls for you.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sean mumbled, fisting his wrists’ ropes. Max could feel him brushing the sides of his legs.
Sean pushed. So did Max. The large bead eased Sean open—wider, wider—then disappeared inside.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Max purred.
“Shit,” Sean breathed.
Max stroked himself faster. “Another.”
Sean squirmed, bumping Max’s cock as he tried to get more comfortable. Was probably starting to feel a little full. Max rubbed a drop of precum against Sean’s skin, then started in on bead number five. No larger than a Ping-Pong ball, it wasn’t super huge, but big enough for Sean to have to grapple with. Which he did, rasping curses as Max slowly pushed it through, stretching Sean deliciously until it vanished.
Sean grunted as his sphincter clamped tightly closed.
“Mmm.” Max gave the toy a few shallow pumps.
Sean moaned. Pulled his ropes. “Ungh, fuck… Ungh, fuck…”
“Yeah,” Max murmured. “You like that. Feels good.”
“Yes, Sir—Shit—Feels so fucking good.”
Max drank in the sight of him, the sounds Sean was making, all while he stroked his own dick. Again, he thumped Sean’s tailbone with his rock hard crown, then let go to grab Sean’s cock instead. Lubed up and straining from its super-snug cuff, it slid through his fist like slick marble.
“One more,” he rumbled, stroking it steadily. “Then you’ll know what “fucking good” feels like.”
Sean’s drugged gaze flickered. He shifted his hips warily. “Fuuuck. This one’s definitely gonna hurt.”
Max stopped and shook his head. “No. Sean, look at me.”
Sean did.
Max held his eyes. “Don’t stop pushing and you’ll be fine.”
Sean swallowed against his collar. Tried to nod. “Okay.”
Max smiled right back at him. “Good boy.”
And just like that—well, thirty seconds later—that black, oversized golf ball sank home, too. Max made sure not to rush it, to go super slow, and to stroke Sean continuously the whole time. Which seemed to distract him rather well. Now, though, as Sean’s asshole struggled to close behind it, Sean groaned hard and loud, fighting a grimace.
Max paused and gently rubbed Sean’s cheeks. “Fuck yeah,” he praised, voice low and husky. “Such a good sub, taking what I give you.”
Sean’s gaze stayed locked on his, as if Max’s eyes were a lifeline. So Max held them as he thumbed Sean’s tender ring. Sean exhaled raggedly. Max’s insides thrummed. Time to drive his beautiful boy crazy. Gripping the buried beads’ round loop handle, Max sank it to the hilt and slowly pistoned.
Sean’s eyes flared wide, then snapped tightly shut. His lean body tensed from head to toe. “Oh, f-fuck—Ungh, God, Sir—Oh, f-fuck—Goddamn—”
Max chuckled softly, relishing Sean’s bliss. “Shit yeah, little slut. You love my big balls. Love the way they stroke your fucking G.”
“Yes—Yes, fuck,” Sean panted, brows pinched. “Love it—Fucking love—Holy shit—”
Max curled his free hand around Sean’s captive nuts, stroked them as he played, then grabbed Sean’s cock. “Gonna pull some out now. So stay relaxed and hold on.”
Sean moaned, but that was it.
Max gently pulled, stroking Sean’s dick the whole time. Sean grunted, cursed, as each bead emerged, then exhaled when Max gave him a breather. But it didn’t last long. Max didn’t fucking coddle. In fact, a moment later, he was back to having fun, plunging the smaller balls in and out. Watching as they vanished and reappeared through Sean’s door. Thmp, thmp, thmp—such a decadent sound. Teasing Sean’s entrance and sensitive prostate. Thmp, thmp, thmp—Driving him wild.
Sean shuddered, panting laughs, but mostly pure moans.
Max smiled. Bit his lip. “Beautiful boy.”
Before too long, though, Sean loosed an anxious curse. “Fuck, Sir—Please—I can’t—Ungh fuck!”
Max slowed to a stop and let go of Sean’s cock. “What. You ready to come?”
“Yes!”
“Hmm. Too bad.”
Sean whimpered.
Max chuckled. “I know. Beads are crazy.” He caressed Sean’s sac. “How about something more stationary.”
“Yes—Yes, stationary—” Sean tried to nod. “Yes, that.”
Max smirked, pretty sure Sean wouldn’t feel that way for long. As the tunes in the background transitioned to “The Hills,” he withdrew his stick and smacked Sean’s pink left cheek.
Sean jerked with a yelp, then laughed. “Motherfuck. Would it please you, Sir, to stop fucking doing that?”
Max barked out a laugh of his own. “No, it wouldn’t. But thank you for using proper etiquette.”
Sean grinned at him, flushed. Jesus. So gorgeous. Max held his cobalt gaze, then looked away. Not exactly the time for one of their stare offs. Tossing the anal beads back into his basket, Max grabbed out another. The doozy.