by Quin Perin
Four
Zach
Holy shit, Zach had nearly sprayed his load all over Ronan’s gorgeous chest as his prostate was continually pegged by the man’s beautiful cock. And that whole whisper-growl thing the doc had going on was hot as fuck. Not to mention his gentle urging when he wanted Zach to move to a different rhythm or when Ronan would just take control of his body and maneuver him wherever he wanted him to go. His strength, much like Knox’s, was an absolute turn on.
He still sat on Ronan’s cock as they both pulled in much needed oxygen. But when Ronan grabbed his ass cheeks in his big hands and massaged the round globes, Zach sat back, impaled on the still-hard cock and not wanting to move off and lose the feeling of being so beautifully full. He gazed at Ronan and blushed. He’d been so wanton. When Ronan had asked if he’d missed his dick, he’d moaned and admitted he had.
“You were such a good boy for me, Zachary. Can you be good for me for just a few moments more?”
He nodded, wanting to make Knox proud and Ronan happy with his submission. “Yes, Sir.”
The light that brightened Ronan’s eyes and the smile that graced his lips made Zach feel all squirmy, and apparently, he couldn’t stop his body from gyrating on Ronan’s cock. Ronan groaned and held him still. “Sorry, Sir.”
The smirk he got in response startled a giggle out of him. He tried his best to stifle it with his hand, but it came out anyway. “You’re forgiven. But I need you to take this seriously, alright?”
Zach knew not to joke at Ronan’s toppy tone, so he nodded, his face serious when he met Ronan’s eyes. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. My cock is softening, but when I slide out, I need you to clench your little hole really tight and keep my cum inside of you, understood?”
Zach whimpered at the thought of that and wondered what was to come. He felt his cheeks grow warm, and he couldn’t maintain eye contact any longer. He rested his forehead in the crook of Ronan’s shoulder and neck and nodded, whispering, “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s a good boy. Jamie’s right behind you so he can help you up. Are you ready?”
Zach took a deep breath and clenched down hard, then nodded. “Mmhmm.”
He felt Jamie’s and Ronan’s hands lifting him carefully and helping him to stand. Ronan gave him a smile and then looked at his boy. “Kneel behind him and lick any cum that’s escaped. When you’re done, come sit beside me.”
Zach could barely hear Jamie’s, “Yes, Sir,” beyond his internal mental dialogue of Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!
Jamie was careful not to spread him open and make it worse, but Zach wasn’t quite ready for his friend’s warm, wet tongue to invade that private place, even with the warning. It was everything, especially after riding Ronan’s cock. He was extra sensitive there and couldn’t keep a cry from escaping his lips when Jamie’s tongue delved further into his cleft. He turned his torso to see Jamie’s gray eyes gazing up at him and softly ran his fingers through the curls of Jamie’s dark auburn hair, holding him there and moaning at the sensations of that hot tongue again. So much so, he found himself gripping his dick hard at the base, to prevent himself from coming.
When Zach turned back around, Ronan had tucked his dick away once more and moved over to the right cushion of the couch. Jamie must have been satisfied Zach wasn’t going to drip anymore, because he sat beside Ronan. He jolted when he felt Knox press against his back and a shiver raced down his spine when Knox whispered, “I want you to sit on Jamie’s dick and ride him until you spray his chest with your cum and he comes deep inside of you.”
He whimpered and felt his body shudder and then start to float, as just the mere thought of another one of his fantasies coming true brought on the haziness of subspace. Both Doms then took over helping him straddle Jamie slowly, their hands caressing him so softly as Jamie’s hands clasped his hips in a tight grip. He could feel tremors in his friend’s hands and felt slightly better that he wasn’t the only one affected so deeply. He gazed into Jamie’s eyes, and with help, he was able to slide down his friend’s newly slicked cock. When he bottomed out, they both groaned. One of Jamie’s hands reached up to pull Zach in, their foreheads meeting as they panted through the new feelings they were each experiencing.
Zach couldn’t help himself; he swiveled his hips and whimpered, and Jamie growled, “Fuck yes, that’s it. Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.”
He took that as his cue and began moving his hips in a frenzied rhythm, unable to curtail the urges inside him any longer. Jamie kept encouraging him, and soon, the slap of his dick on Jamie’s stomach was making his eyes cross. He whined and looked at Knox. “Sir, please!”
Knox’s aroused gaze met his. “Jamie’s gonna take care of you. You’ll come together.”
Jamie clasped Zach’s cock in a steely grip, and they both groaned. “I’m close.”
Zach whimpered and replied, “Me too.”
Their gazes met, and when Ronan whispered, “Come for us, boys,” Jamie drew Zach into a powerful, passionate kiss, and he let go, coming all over Jamie’s stomach, chest, and chin as he felt Jamie’s release join Ronan’s deep inside of him. He collapsed against Jamie, tucking his head into the crook of Jamie’s shoulder and neck, just like he’d done with Ronan. Both of them were heaving from exertion. Shivers wracked Zach’s limp body from head to toe after being strung along, unable to come for so long.
Jamie’s hands wrapped around him, rubbing his back in soothing circles as he murmured, “You were amazing, Zach. God, the grip you had around my cock… Fuck.”
Still out of breath, he just barely managed, “You too.”
He was floating, his mind hazy when he felt another hand on the back of his neck. Zach managed to sit up and meet Knox’s eyes. The proud smile he saw on his Dom’s face made him feel warm and content. And when Knox leaned in to kiss him, everything settled into place, and he knew he’d be allowed to drift as his Sir took care of him.
Knox kissed his forehead and spoke in his deep, reassuring voice. “We’re going to ease you off of Jamie slowly, and I’m going to slide your tail back in so you don’t let a single drop of their cum out. Okay? Just relax, sweetheart.”
Zach loved it when he was instructed to keep cum inside of him until Sir allowed him to release it. Jesus, it’s the sexiest thing. Still in a daze, he nodded and answered, “Yes, Sir.”
The rest of their time spent at Ronan’s was like a hazy dream. Sir fit his plug back in and carried him out to the car. He remembered Ronan and Jamie talking to Knox and handing him their things. He remembered both of them leaning in and giving him a kiss before backing away from the car.
Knox latched his seatbelt, draped a blanket over him, rounded the hood, and slid into the driver’s seat. Zach gathered enough energy to turn in his seat to face his Sir who kissed him on the forehead and whispered, “I want you to rest on the way home, sweetheart. You were so good for us. I’m so proud of you.”
A slow smile slid across Zach’s face as he languidly gazed over at Knox. “How proud, Sir?”
Knox chuckled and leaned in, whispering, “Proud enough to breed you for the third time tonight before I plug you up again with your kitten tail and let you sleep with your ass full of our seed. Now sleep, baby. I love you.”
Zach shuddered and his cock made a valiant attempt to plump up. He whispered, “I love you, too,” and fell asleep, wondering how his love for Sir could continue to deepen exponentially the longer they were together.
The End
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Tamed
T.M. Chris
One
It wasn’t fair.
Jake had been eavesdropping on a pair of Doms down at
the corner of the bar, and the one closest to him was exactly who he’d been looking for, but of course he already had a sub. Some lucky bastard named Earl. From what Jake had overheard, he and Earl were pretty similar. Big, the Dom kept emphasizing, and surly. Big and surly—that was Jake. If his size didn’t turn Doms off, then his attitude did.
“You’re too big to play brat,” the last one had told him, abruptly ending their scene. And yeah, Jake had been pushing back. He always pushed back. He needed to push back. Maybe it was because of his size, but he had to know that the Dom had it in hand. That the Dom had him in hand. And this guy, the guy at the corner of the bar… sigh.
“Sounds like you’re enjoying taming him,” the Dom’s friend said.
“You know I am, but only because it does him good. He’ll be happier for it. Once he knows who his master is, he can relax, not be on guard all the time. He’s been taught to fight, and I don’t want to break him of that completely, but he needs to know there’s a place he can stop fighting, where he can just lie down and let me be in charge.”
God, it sounded so good. To stop fighting. To lie down and let someone else be in charge. But Jake could only do that if the someone was worthy of it, was tougher than him, could make him feel safe.
There’d been a time when he’d been a scared runt of a gay kid, not yet grown into his body and eager to submit. But a few bad experiences had gotten his hackles up, and six years in the Marines had pumped him up to a size most men wouldn’t mess with.
He’d about given up on finding someone who could handle him long term, so he settled on coming to places like this one, dressed the part in cuffs and a collar and nothing else except a pair of leather booty shorts he felt ridiculous in. He negotiated scenes with obedient formality, then fucked them up by turning into a brat as soon as things got heated.
The Dom would get scared—and scared was not an attractive trait in a Dom—and Jake would push even harder because the Marines had taught him to press his advantage, and the scene would devolve from there.
After developing a reputation that kept even the crappiest Doms from wanting to scene with him, he would move to another club or bar. But there were a limited number of leather bars and BDSM-clubs, even in a place as gay-friendly as LA, and he was about through them.
Meanwhile, there stood Mr. Perfect Dom only a few stools away, rhapsodizing about his good boy, Earl, and it made Jake sick. Lucky, lucky Earl. Where even was Lucky Earl? If Jake had a Dom like this one, no way he’d leave him alone in a club to get picked up by some other needy sub.
“Discipline,” the Dom was saying. “It’s all about consistency. If you have one rule one day, and another on another day, it just confuses them. Leniency may seem loving, but it’s the worst thing you can do.”
Discipline. Now there was a thing Jake didn’t have. Since being freed from the externally-imposed rigors of life in the Marines, he’d found himself rudderless—struggling to accomplish much of anything, frequently letting small but important tasks like playing bills or filling his car with gas slide until not doing them had negative consequences wholly out of proportion to the effort it would’ve taken to do them in the first place.
Sometimes he thought about re-upping, just to get back to a structure where he felt safe and could be productive again, but no, he couldn’t bear taking part in endless wars that didn’t defend anything except oil money. He needed to find a way to settle himself into civilian life.
“I could introduce you.”
“Huh?” Jake shifted his focus to the bartender who’d appeared in front of him.
“Eduardo? The guy you been staring at?” Andi flicked her bar rag towards the man in question. “I could introduce you.”
Eduardo. Now he had a name to go with the face. It sent a shiver down his spine—the name smooth but dangerous, matching the faintly hissed esses and the darker coloring. Eduardo’s trim beard was shiny black, the hair on his head short with a hint of curl. He could be ex-military too, the way he held himself so straight, standing at the bar with one foot up on the footrail in a pose both casual and alert, smaller than Jake by a few inches and more than a few pounds, but not exactly small.
“Sounds like he’s taken.”
“Not that I know of,” Andi said with a shrug. “He plays around a bit, but I haven’t seen him with the same guy more than once.”
Rather than being excited about that for his own sake, Jake was pissed for Earl’s sake. Eduardo had been talking like he’d brought Earl home, put time into him and made him feel like he had a master. And now Eduardo was here trolling for a new playmate? It wasn’t right to tame someone if you didn’t intend to keep them.
Jake frowned down into the remains of his club soda. “Not interested,” he told Andi. Mr. Not-that-Perfect Dom could go fuck himself.
“Could’ve fooled me, but hey, your choice.” She left him and went straight to the Doms at the corner.
Jake’s attention went with her, even though he didn’t want it to. Eduardo was drinking club soda too, a sign he’d come to play, or at least was leaving himself open for play, so Andi must be right. The other Dom ordered a beer, and she went off to fetch it for him as Jake asked himself why he should care if Earl’s Dom was stepping out on him.
Jake had come looking for a playdate tonight. If Eduardo could give him anything like what he wanted, well, what did he owe this Earl person anyway? Exactly nothing. Eduardo could have a whole bevy of subs waiting at home for him. It had nothing to do with Jake getting what he needed for just one goddamned night, please.
He flagged Andi down. “Maybe I’m interested.”
“Please. You were drooling. Let me see if they’re okay with being interrupted.”
There was some quiet conversation, then a dark head turned Jake’s way with a lifted eyebrow and a devilish smile. Eduardo waved him over, and the brat inside of Jake considered disobeying even though he’d sent Andi over for the specific purpose of getting the chance to serve. Why was he like this?
He squelched the brat and answered the summons, his footsteps ploddingly slow as he made a point of his reluctance. It was enough to earn him a disapproving frown.
Eduardo’s friend clapped him on the back. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
“Don’t be silly. We hadn’t gotten around to discussing that deal you wanted my advice on, and you might as well meet our new friend. Perhaps he’ll decide he prefers you after all. He seems to regret his choice already.”
Jake dropped his eyes respectfully. He didn’t regret his choice. He was just a problem.
“So, Jake,” Eduardo said, “let’s get a look at you.”
Jake had never felt stupider in the leather shorts than he did turning around in obedience to Eduardo’s commanding finger. He was too big for shorts, too blond for leather. Leather looked better on someone like Eduardo, dark and commanding, but Eduardo was dressed in a pair of slim-fit jeans and a faded t-shirt, the picture of nonchalance. If it hadn’t been for the tiny pair of handcuffs dangling from one ear, Jake wouldn’t even have been sure he was in the scene.
“Very nice,” Eduardo said approvingly to his backside. “You’re a big one, aren’t you?”
Jake’s shoulders moved up toward his ears. Yes, he was a big one. This was the point where Doms told him they only worked with subs smaller than themselves. Because a Dom needed to maintain control. Which was true. It was just… Jake couldn’t help how big he was. Or his attitude either, which was surging up to suggest that Eduardo could go fuck himself again.
“Don’t get your hackles up,” Eduardo said. He moved in close enough that Jake could feel his breath wash over the spot between his shoulder blades. “You’ve been hurt, haven’t you?”
“Not hurt,” Jake insisted. Not in a long time.
“I wasn’t talking about pain. A lot of things hurt worse than pain. In fact, pain can actually feel quite good, hmm? When it’s deserved.”
Jake’s knees weakened. The urge to rebel softened just a little. H
e deserved to be punished, deserved it so badly, and if only someone would give it to him…
Eduardo tapped him lightly on the shoulder to command him to face forward again. “We’ll have to talk through what we’re going to do, but for now I want to finish my conversation with my friend, so can you be a good boy and wait for me?”
Jake thought about it for a moment before deciding that yes, he could wait. He could be a good boy for Eduardo. When he nodded, the approval in Eduardo’s smile was worth any amount of wait.
“Excellent. Then go on down to your knees for me. There, that’s it. Don’t slobber on my pants though. No mouthing, just rest.”
Jake pushed his face into Eduardo’s crotch, obeying the firm direction of his guiding hand, chafing at not being allowed to lick. Eduardo smelled so good. Above him, the two Doms went back to chatting.
They weren’t talking about Earl now—Jake didn’t think he could’ve borne it if they had been—but about a business venture the other was kicking off. It seemed Eduardo was a lawyer, a lawyer who gave his thoughts on this subject as confidently as he’d discussed training a difficult sub earlier. The details of the deal eluded Jake. The words were just so much buzz, a background noise easily kept at bay.
He was content for a while, slipping into a subby space from the earthy smell of Eduardo’s crotch and the firm command of his hand, but eventually his restlessness came to the surface again. When were they going to do something? Had Eduardo forgotten about him? This wasn’t what he’d signed up for. They hadn’t even discussed what he’d signed up for—not safewords or limits or anything.
Maybe he should stand up. Yes. He should definitely stand up. He should tell Eduardo to go fuck himself—
It was the third time he’d mentally told Eduardo to go fuck himself in the space of half an hour, which was exactly the reason Doms didn’t want to play with him, but fuck. How long was he meant to kneel on a tacky barroom floor and be ignored?
