by Sean Michael
“Easier access without them.” He handed over Way’s robe.
“Uh-huh. Pepperoni and mushroom?”
“Yes, please. And while we’re waiting, you can tell me all about the things you saw at the gym today.”
“I’ll order.”
Neal chuckled at Way’s stalling tactic. “I’m not going to forget. Or let it drop.”
“You never know. You might. You can tell me about what you made today.”
“No, I want you to answer my question—I asked first, after all. We can save the ‘what I made today’ question for later. It’s more of a pizza eating question anyway.” He wasn’t letting it go and he wasn’t letting Way squirm out of it.
“Do you want me to order Cokes?”
“Sure thing, love. You should see if they have any of the Italian doughnut things too. Uh… zeppoles?”
“All right. I will.” Way kissed his cheek, then grabbed his phone.
Neal reached for Way, hand sliding along the warm skin as Way moved away from him. Sweet, sexy man. God, Neal was in love. Like, crazy in love.
Even better, he thought Way was right with him.
Way made the call, and as soon as he hung up, Neal opened his arms, knowing Way would come without question, without needing to be asked.
Way ran to him, face a study in happiness.
He squeezed Way tight and took a long kiss, reveling in it, in his boy. He wanted Way warmed up, revved, hungry to share with him. Dropping his hand to Way’s ass, he squeezed it gently. He really needed to start keeping Way filled. A little plug to wear all day at work to start with. Tomorrow. He’d see to it.
Smiling at the thought, he let his fingers stroke along Way’s crack, each one lingering to press against the sweet little hole.
“Mmm. It aches.”
“It wants me to fill it.” And he was going to. After they’d eaten, after they’d talked about things that made Way squirm.
“Uh-huh.” The agreement surprised him, pleased him.
“Tell me what you saw today. Tell me what has you intrigued.” He hoped Way was ready to tell him now.
“Master Victor had Bill and Steve together. Bill had a… a leather cuff around his balls, pulling them down, with weights, and Master Victor had Steve sucking Bill while he pushed balls on a string into Steve’s behind.”
“Oh, that’s quite the image. I know it must have made you hard, to see.” What would Way think about having someone play with them? Would his boy enjoy having someone to suck him while he did wicked things to his boy? Or would his boy be more into having to suck someone while Neal did wicked things to him? “Tell me what it made you think about.”
“The balls… both sets. Would the cuff hurt? The weights? Those balls on the string, why?”
“I’ve never used ball cuffs or done ball stretching with anyone, so I can’t say for sure, but I imagine the cuff is… uncomfortable but not painful. And I bet the weights are still not painful, but definitely more uncomfortable than the cuff.” He dipped his fingers into Way’s crack again. “The anal beads, on the other hand, are quite the toy. They’re similar to a plug, only you get to feed them in one at a time and then you can yank them all out and they’ll stimulate your hole one at a time.” He pressed against Way’s hole several times in succession.
“I…. Really?”
“Yeah, really. We could get some. We need to either head down to the Rainbow Playroom or check out the online sites and buy some stuff.” Quite likely a lot of stuff. His internal list of things they needed was getting longer every day.
“Okay. I could… maybe. I saved up some money.”
“Yeah? I’ve got some money that could be put into a… well, play budget, but it might be better called a things-to-buy-to-drive-my-boy-insane budget.” Why not call it like it was?
“You…. That’s okay with you? You like that?” Way pressed a little closer.
Neal took Way’s hand and put it on his cock, which was hard as nails. “I like it.”
“I like you. Those ball things…. There were a lot of them. Inside.”
Neal was discovering that his boy was something of a size queen. First the giant dildo Robin had been riding, and now the anal pearls inside Steve. “How many, boy?”
“Lots. I mean. Lots.” Way turned a bright pink. “I don’t know. I was working. Really.”
“How many did you see go in while you were watching, then?” He was willing to bet Way knew down to the last one.
“Seven. Seven, for real. And some were big.”
“So when we buy a set, we need one with at least eight pearls, and they have to range in size from small to quite big.”
“I….” Way went from pink to red.
Neal couldn’t resist teasing a little. “Not enough pearls?”
“Hush. You’re so mean.”
“I think what you meant was ‘don’t give away all my secrets, Master.’” Because he was not being mean, not at all. That would involve actually hushing when Way asked him to.
“I…. It’s weird, huh? It’s like a secret world.”
“It is, isn’t it? Our very own secret world that belongs to only the two of us. Let’s look at the anal beads and plugs online.” His laptop was on the coffee table in the den, so he got them moving in that direction. They didn’t need more than the robes they were wearing.
“Can….” Way blushed, shook his head, then firmed his lips. “Can I sit in your lap?”
“Absolutely.” He waited until Way had sat and they were both comfortable. “See? It pays to talk to me. To tell me what you want.”
“I’m trying. This is all new.”
He was curious to see what excuse Way used when that one wouldn’t work anymore.
“You need to not be embarrassed about your needs. Especially when it’s only you and me.” He gave Way a gentle kiss, then opened the laptop and put in a search for “anal beads sex shop.” He clicked on Pink Cherry, which claimed to be the largest online sex store in Canada. They had a huge variety, although there was an awful lot of pink.
“I—wow. Wow, Neal. Look at…. Wow.”
“Yeah. Oh, check this one out. Sort of bead-like and it vibrates!” He was going to buy them one of those and at least one of the other “just plain” anal bead strings. He knew there was a guy at the gym who handcrafted this sort of thing. He’d have to pick up a card, because he was damn sure none of these beads were anywhere near as big as the ones Way had seen.
“There are so many colors….”
“Yeah.” He clicked on a couple, putting them into the cart to pick up later, then went back to his search results and came up with AdamMale. They had a better selection of different types of beads, though not in as many colors. “Okay, what intrigues you here?”
“What about the stiff one? The pretty silver one, I mean. It looks dangerous and sleek and like it’s from the future.”
“Anal Beads of the Future!” Neal said it like an announcer might. “Coming soon to a bedroom near you. Seriously, though. It looks like it could be fun.”
“It could be fun or dangerous.” Way stopped, then leaned back and met his eyes. “I’d trust you with it, though.”
He cupped Way’s cheek, gently stroking his boy’s jaw with his thumb. “Good. Because I would never hurt you. And I trust you not to play with any of this stuff on your own. Aside from me not giving you permission to do so, these are not solo toys.”
“No. No, I promise. I’ll be careful and good.”
“Excellent.” He searched both sites quickly and came up with a plug for the penis that a man could come through. He’d have to keep searching and find one Way couldn’t come through. But this one would do for now. “Look at this.” He clicked on the link to the product.
Way groaned, eyes wide, and Neal swore he could smell his boy’s sudden arousal. He should have plugged his lover, given that sweet ass something to work.
He added it to the cart. They definitely needed to invest in a lot of toys for Way’s needy
little slit. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“That… that looks like something you’d have in a while.”
“Uh-huh. There are a number of toys I could leave in you for a while.” He did a little more searching and came up with a more extreme site that had sounds, penis wands, penis plugs, and even a cock cage complete with a penis plug. “Wow. Look at all these.”
Way stared, his eyes as big as dinner plates. Neal reached down, slipped his hand into the opening of Way’s robe, and stroked the tiny, swollen slit. Dribbles of precome came out at his touch, Way whimpering and pressing against him.
“We’ll have to buy one of each.”
Way shook his head, but that sweet prick knew what they needed.
“Look at this one. It’s a sound and a plug at the same time. Or the thick, ribbed one. Can you imagine?”
“Uh-huh.”
Yeah, he bet Way could imagine. He was pretty sure Way was about shorting out as he imagined it right now.
Neal slipped his hand around Way’s cock and began to stroke, making sure to tap or rub the sweet slit every time his fingers came up to Way’s cockhead.
“When we get your Prince Albert and it heals, we’ll be able to lock one in and I’ll be in total control of your cock.”
Way convulsed, come spilling out over Neal’s hand.
Oh God, his boy had it bad. Really bad.
“I don’t believe I gave you permission to come.”
“I—I—” Way buried his face in Neal’s chest.
“What shall we do as a punishment?” He had plenty of ideas, but he’d love to hear what Way might come up with.
“You should not touch me like that if you don’t want me to come.”
He chuckled softly, fingers still moving on Way’s cock. “I honestly think it was my words and not my touches that sent you over the edge, love.”
“Yes. You make me…. God, Neal, I want to have sex and shoot all the time.”
“Mmm. That sounds like a plan to me. We could spend the next ten, fifteen years doing that and then see if we’re bored of it yet.” He knew they wouldn’t be. He could spend forever making love to Way.
“Okay, except we have work.”
“Yeah, I know. Bummer, eh? We can follow the plan all the rest of the time, though.”
Way chuckled softly, then stood. “I’m going to clean up. I’m ooky.”
“While you’re doing that, think about what a suitable punishment would be for coming without permission. I expect an answer when you come back.”
“Okay….” Way gave him a worried little glance.
“Think about it, boy. About something where the punishment fits the crime. You aren’t in trouble.” Punishments like this one were meant to be fun.
“So… like because I came, plugging my cock?” Oh, smart boy.
“Exactly like that. Although at the moment we don’t have a penis plug, so it would have to be something else.” He really needed to pay for express shipping on these orders.
He watched Way disappear back upstairs to the shower, and then he picked a few more things on the websites he’d found and ordered it all, giving his credit card a good workout.
It was going to be worth it, to play and make his boy need. Hell, simply talking about it had gotten that amazing reaction. Actually doing things was going to be out of this world.
He kept exploring the extreme site, looking at all the different things they had. Ball stretchers and gags with penises for a sub to suck on. Cock cages and all sorts of anal devices, from small and simple, to elaborate and vibrating, to huge. It was a cornucopia of possibilities.
He also got a sheath that prevented any touch at all, lube that tingled, and one that felt cold. God, he was having fun. And it seemed to be taking Way longer than was warranted upstairs. He hoped his boy was delaying because he was having a hard time coming up with the right punishment and not that Way was playing with his slit again.
If nothing else, he didn’t want his boy harming himself.
Getting up, he headed upstairs. “Way? You almost done in there? You weren’t that ooky.”
“I was looking for my tight briefs. They’re too small. They’ll keep my cock tight.”
“Is that what you think your punishment should be?” He was not putting Way in tight underwear. He wanted access.
“I thought it sounded fair, huh? Fitting the crime.”
“I’m not sure I see the correlation, but maybe it’s because I don’t want you in tight underwear. I want free access to that beautiful prick.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. I tried to do it right.”
“Hey, it’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. You tried, that’s what counts. I’m thinking more along the lines of you having to wear a cock ring so you can’t come again until tomorrow morning.”
“Oh. You’re not mad?” Way came right to him.
“Of course not.” He tugged Way into his lap, fingers ghosting across the tip of his boy’s cock.
Way’s toes curled, his boy shivering.
“You know where the cock ring is, love?” He was going to make Way get it, though he’d put it on his boy.
“In your bedside table drawer.”
“Go get it for me.” He set Way back on his feet and smacked his sweet ass. “Double time.”
“Ow! Gentle!”
He laughed. He hadn’t hit Way that hard, but he suspected Way was having fun, reveling in their play. The thought made him laugh, made him cackle. God, he loved Way. He was in deep, had it bad. Over the fucking moon.
He couldn’t wait for his boy to come back so they could play.
The doorbell rang and he went to pay for the pizza and dessert. His boy had been hungry, so he’d ordered an extralarge. They’d have leftovers for days. He dipped his finger in the tiramisu, groaning happily as he sucked the coffee-flavored cream off his skin.
“Yum.”
“It smells heavenly, Neal.”
“You’re hungry, huh? An extralarge and dessert?”
“And Cokes. I worked hard today.”
“Come and sit and tell me all about it while I get the cock ring on you.” He carried their food back to the den, leaving it on the coffee table. Then he sat and patted his lap.
“I got the floors and the machines. That’s always a hard day.”
“But you got to watch some exciting stuff, so there was some upside to it, yeah?” He rubbed Way’s ass, then held his hand out for the cock ring.
“Sure. There… there always is.” Way handed it over. “They’re good men.”
He loved hearing Way say that. “They are. You’re a good man too.” Wrapping his arm around Way, he slid his hand around that sweet cock, giving it a few pumps.
“I’m trying to be. I really….” Way’s eyes crossed, and his ass moved on Neal’s thigh.
Such a beautiful, needy boy.
He took the cock ring and slid it slowly down along Way’s cock, right to the base. Then he carefully eased the sweet balls through too, making a perfect, perverse little package.
“Mmm. Look at that. I mean it, love, are you looking? Are you seeing how lovely you look?”
“It’s… it’s obscene.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what makes it so beautiful. So wonderful.” He nibbled on Way’s earlobe, gaze fixed on the goods.
“You… pizza?” Way drew his robe around him.
“Me pizza—you cake?” he teased, using one finger to push Way’s robe open again.
“I—p… what?” Way scootched toward his touch.
“It was a Tarzan joke because you said ‘you—pizza.’ It was a bad joke.” He ran his finger around Way’s navel, then dipped it in.
“It was funny.”
Uh-huh. Right.
“You’re a sweet man who loves me best.” He ran his finger up along Way’s breastbone, heading for a nipple.
“Yes. Have a piece of….” Way groaned as he flicked one nipple.
“A piece of you? Thanks, I think I will.�
� He leaned and brushed Way’s nipple with his tongue this time.
“I meant….” Way arched right up into his lips.
Wrapping them around Way’s flesh, he began sucking.
Cold pizza was delicious, after all. But hot Way was so much better than any food.
Groaning, he sucked harder, tugging and nipping at the tip of the little bit of flesh. He wanted Way burning for him, desperate to shoot all night.
He loved how Way writhed beneath him, so eager and responsive. Neal leaned Way back and bit harder this time, making him feel it.
Way bucked and grabbed on to his head, holding him in place. Sweet, pushy boy, so eager to steal every bit of sensation. It made him want to give more and more, send Way flying.
He bit at the little nub of flesh in his mouth, gave it one last kiss before leaving it. He would give the other one the same treatment.
“That feels…. It feels so good and so bad, all at once.”
“Bad?” He needed more information than that, because there was good bad and there was bad bad.
“Stingy. Achy. Like they’re swelling.”
“Ah, that’s a good bad because it turns you on.” He nipped at Way’s nipple to demonstrate.
“Uh. Uh-huh!”
Laughing, he rubbed Way’s right nipple while he got back to gnawing on the left. A little longer and then they could eat. He loved the idea of Way hard and squirming.
“Neal. Neal, I… I need you.”
“I know. And I’m right here.” He placed a last kiss on both nipples, then drew Way back against him. “Time to eat, eh?”
“That… eat?”
He had to force himself not to laugh.
“Yes. Eat. Food. Pizza. In your belly.” He tickled Way’s stomach, fingers digging in lightly.
“I….” Way snuggled close, trying to rub off on him.
“No coming until tomorrow morning, remember?” He put his arm around his boy, holding Way still against his side.
“That’s a long time, Neal….”
“Call me sir tonight, love. Let’s do this right.”
Way moaned and nodded. “Sir.”
“And it being a long time is kind of the point. This is your punishment, after all, for coming without permission.” He leaned over and grabbed a piece of pizza, offering Way the pointed end.
