by Sean Michael
Neal grinned at him. “Just like that?”
“Just like that. I’m yours.”
“That’s how I like you. All mine.” Neal squeezed his ass again.
He began to rock, nice and steady, driving them together.
Neal’s eyes drifted half-closed and he moaned softly. “I want you to ride me, Way. Can you do that? Do you know where the slick is?”
“Uh-huh. To both. I can. I do.”
“Better grab it up, then, boy. Get yourself ready for me so you can ride my cock.” Neal’s eyes were hot, burning into him, like Neal’s words did.
“So pervy.” Slutty. And hot.
Neal nodded. “Yeah. I won’t deny that. When it comes to you, I’m the biggest perv in the world. I want to do all the things to you. Every single one.”
“L-like what?” He headed into the powder room and found a tube of slick.
Neal waited until he came back out before answering him. “Like it’s been ages since we played with the sounds. I think you should go grab that new pack that came the other day. It’s in my underwear drawer.”
“What? No….” Every time they used the sounds, he was on fire for days, unable to stop touching his cock, playing with the slit.
“Oh yes. And your protests make me want it even more.” Neal smiled at him. “You did offer anything, boy.”
He had. And it wasn’t that he didn’t like the sounds, they were… really intense, and everything lingered after.
“Go on, boy. I’d hate to have to start off with a spanking.”
“Okay.” He didn’t know how it would feel after the piercing either.
“It’s going to be wonderful, love,” Neal called up after him, as if he’d mentioned his worries out loud.
It never ceased to amaze him, how Neal got him.
He found the new sounds in Neal’s underwear drawer. They were in a rainbow-colored box with a sticky note on it, which had his name on it.
Really? Rainbows? These were too intense for rainbows. Rainbows were whimsical. This was hardly whimsical. It felt like Neal, though, and it made him smile.
He grabbed it and headed back down the stairs to give the box to Neal.
“Did you look in it?” Neal asked, turning the box over in his hands before giving it back to him. “It has your name on it.”
“I didn’t, no. I only brought it to you.”
“So open it.” Neal tugged Way into his lap, holding him.
“Are rubber snakes going to pop out of it?”
“Now there’s an idea. I’ll have to try it next time. Today there are only sounds in there for you. Pretty ones.”
He smiled and opened the box, enthusiasm making him shiver.
The sounds were lovely—plastic, he guessed—and each one was a different color of the rainbow. They all had a wicked hook at the end.
“That’s for keeping it from going all the way in and getting lost inside you.”
Way blinked. Those didn’t even look like real things.
“Aren’t they pretty?” Neal asked. “I’ve already cleaned them before putting them in the box for storage, so we’re good to go, as long as the lube is full.”
“I’ve never seen anything like them. Ever.”
“Me neither. I might have been trolling the online sites for interesting stuff.” Grinning, Neal reached for Way’s cock, fingers gently rolling the ring, moving it inside his flesh.
“Will they fit with the piercing, or will you have to take it out?”
“They’ll fit. See the little notches in the hook at the end? That’s so it’ll fit. We can’t take your ring out.”
His cock bobbed, the words echoing all inside him.
Neal pulled one of the chairs over so it was in front of the couch, then patted it. “Sit here, ass hanging off the end, feet up on the couch on either side of me.”
That would leave him spread and exposed.
“Neal…. That’s….” Hot. Perverse. Fucking amazing.
“Going to give me full access. Not to mention you’re going to look incredible.” Neal patted the chair seat again.
“It’s a little embarrassing, huh? To spread wide.”
Neal ran his hand up between Way’s legs, tickling his balls too. “I can indulge in some foreplay first.”
“Anything. That’s what we said.”
“Yep, we did. I want you to feel indulged too, though. Spoiled. Taken care of.” Leaning in, Neal kissed his belly, Way’s cock sliding along Neal’s chin.
Way leaned back in the chair, his body buzzing with pure pleasure.
“Now you’re feeling sexual, sensual, instead of embarrassed, eh? Because you are. You’re this slinky, sexy, beautiful man who I am thankful for every single day we’re together.”
“Me too. Me too, Neal. Master.”
“Oh, good. Good. I love you.” Neal pressed kisses to his thighs, stroked them gently. Each touch made the next even better.
His body clenched, then relaxed, like his hole was trying to catch Neal’s attention.
“My stunning boy.” Neal licked from the side of his knee to the crease where his thigh met his torso. “You taste so good.”
His legs began to tremble, the heated lick going chilly. Neal licked again, then blew on the spot, making it cold immediately.
“You want me to just sit here?”
“I want you to feel. I want you to enjoy.” Neal licked his balls. “And I want you to come without actually coming.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He loved the sounds, loved the sting and pressure, loved the challenge.
He loved Neal for making him do it.
Neal stroked his hole, the touch gentle, rhythmic. A little maddening. Neal’s smile told him his master knew exactly what he was doing. The stroking became tapping, soft little throbs that bounced off his body.
Then Neal stroked his slit, finger rubbing over it, just as it had his hole. It made him moan and try to arch, his ass lifting off the chair.
“Stunning boy. You make me so happy, love.”
Neal tapped his slit now, like he’d tapped Way’s hole, the motions altogether crazy making. Way’s feet slipped off the couch and Neal stopped immediately.
“Feet up, boy.” Neal looked at him, clearly waiting for him to do as he was told.
“You make me a little nutso.”
Neal pouted. “Only a little?”
“Maybe a lot.” That eased him and he put his legs back up.
Neal chuckled. “A lot. That’s the plan.” Neal turned his head and sucked on his inner thigh. Hard enough there was going to be a mark there. A hickey.
He watched, fascinated by the look of utter peace on Neal’s face, the heavy fringe of gold eyelashes that cast shadows on Neal’s cheeks. When Neal was done, he left a last soft kiss on the spot.
“You’re mine, boy. My sweet lover.”
“I am. I swear to you.”
Neal sat up high and kissed him, tongue sweeping through his mouth. Way grabbed the arms of the chair, holding on tight.
Then Neal sat back, focused on his hole and his slit, fingers moving against him. Neal rolled his ring, tugging it and making his eyes cross.
“Can’t wait to fill your slit with those pretty sounds.”
He couldn’t either. The sensation was an addiction.
Smiling at him, Neal grabbed the lube. Way knew what was coming next, and it made him shiver, which made Neal’s smile even wider.
“You ready for me to fill your cock? To fuck it?”
“Neal.”
“Yes, love?” Neal’s expression was cool, like he didn’t have any idea what his words were doing to Way.
“You make me….” Ache. Burn.
“And I’ll keep making you,” Neal promised.
“Thank goodness.” He needed it now.
Neal grabbed his cock and squeezed until his slit made an O. Then his master began to push lube into him. It was cold at first, but warmed quickly.
His toes clenched and
released rhythmically, the pressure in his cock making his heart race.
“You’re doing so well, love.” Neal touched the ring, moving it in his flesh.
“I want to.” More than that, he wanted to feel.
“You do. You’re so amazing. So wonderful. I love you.” Neal tugged gently on the ring.
All he could do was arch, heels digging into the couch cushions.
“So pretty.” Neal grabbed the light purple sound and slicked it up, then pressed the tip into his slit. The plastic was cold, shocking his flesh for a second before it warmed.
Neal slowly worked the thing into him, the sound nudging against his ring as it went down. Way sucked in one needy breath after another.
“Fucking love doing this with you. I love the look on your face when we do this.”
“It stings.” And he loved it.
“And you love it.” It was like Neal was reading his mind.
He didn’t answer, because he craved it, the burn.
“You do,” Neal insisted, letting the sound drop all the way in, the hook going through the ring and keeping it from sinking in completely. “Now, should I add the next bigger?”
Add?
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
“I don’t…. God. Please?”
Neal chuckled. “You know I’m not going to leave you hanging.”
“It’s so much. I never thought anything could be like this.”
“Even now, after everything we’ve done together?” Neal stroked his balls, the touch gentle, but definitely there.
“This is so big. So intense. So wild.”
“I hope you always feel that way about the things we do together.” Neal grabbed the next sound and spread lube over it, moving slowly, deliberately. “After I put this one in, I’ll add the rest.”
Way nodded, his eyes stretching at the corners as Neal pressed the sound in between his ring and the sound already inside him.
“Look at that,” Neal ordered. “Just look at that.”
He shook his head, his eyes fastened on the curve of Neal’s shoulder.
Neal tapped the tip of the purple sound, which moved the ring as well as the sound. “I said look, love.”
“I can’t.” God. God, I can’t.
“You can.” Neal touched his cheek, then his lips. Then those fingers slid along his breastbone toward his cock.
He blinked, and his eyes went wide at the two sounds nestled in his slit—a light purple and one a bit more blue.
“Beautiful, hmm?”
His balls drew up and his cock tried to throb, but Neal grabbed his sac, pulled hard. “No. Not yet. Not yet, boy.” Neal twisted gently. “You need to wait. And come when I tell you to. You come when you’re stuffed full.”
“Full?” He wasn’t already full?
“How many do you think you can take?” Neal asked.
He shook his head, his mouth dry.
“I guess we’ll find out, boy.”
“I can’t…. I’ll come.”
“But you can’t come with the sounds in.” Neal’s eyes twinkled merrily. Neal began to lube another sound. This one was a pretty green.
“You’re going to have a whole rainbow inside you.”
“No….” But he saw it now, the purpose evident. That was why they were all very thin.
Neal began to very slowly feed the tip of the sound into his cock with the first two. Way squeezed his eyes shut, his heart slamming hard and fast.
“You should watch this, love. It’s truly amazing—you are amazing.” Neal touched his cheek.
“I can’t. It’s too big.”
“I’m going to make you look once it’s in, though.” Neal continued to push the sound in.
Way could feel it moving inside him and he could feel it stretching him. He tried not to think how this was only the third of seven sounds.
Seven. He couldn’t breathe, for a second, his mind shorting out.
It was Neal’s thumb rubbing his lips that brought him back to himself, Neal cupping his cheek and crooning softly to him. “You can do this, Way. I know you can. And it’s going to blow your mind, love. You’re going to remember this forever.”
“I-I want to. I want to.”
“You will.” Neal laid a kiss down on his balls, then set the third sound in, the hook going through his ring. “Three down.”
“I’m pretty full.” He was losing his mind.
“Not quite half as full as you will be.”
He wasn’t going to be able to bear it. Never.
“Next one,” murmured Neal, grabbing the red sound.
Way blinked. He hadn’t even realized his eyes were open again. Neal smiled at him, looking wicked. It was hot as hell.
“This’ll be bigger than anything you’ve taken yet.”
“I—” He didn’t have words. He remembered some of the sounds at the gym—thick and impossibly wide, and this would lead to that. That and the heavy dildos that would spread his hole.
His balls tried to empty, his body trying hard to come. But he couldn’t. Not with the sounds inside him.
Neal chuckled softly. “Such a needy boy.”
“Neal!”
Neal kissed his balls again. “You’re doing so well. Of course you love it, don’t you?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know if I want to.”
“I know, though. I know you love it. I know you want it. I know that you need it and that when we’re done, you’ll fantasize for years on this scene.”
His body convulsed again, and the next sound slipped in, the pressure making his thighs shake. Neal hadn’t even played with that one, just shoved it right in and picked up the next one. This one was orange. There would be yellow and the clear one next. Three more. Oh God.
“Just three more,” murmured Neal, like he’d heard Way’s thoughts and was answering them.
Only. Just three. Just. How was three more, for seven altogether, a just?
“Master. Master, please.” He was going to lose his mind.
“It’s coming, I promise. I won’t be leaving you hanging.” Neal put the fifth sound in the middle of the other four, slowly feeding it in. “Can you feel it stretching your hole even though it isn’t touching the sides of your cock?”
He didn’t have words. Not one.
“Mmm. Speechless. I like being able to do that for you. I like being able to blow your mind.”
Neal settled the sound in. Where was he going to fix the other two?
For now, Neal seemed to be happy to tap and stroke the tip of his cock, driving him insane.
“You need to get used to the stretch,” Neal said softly. “You need to feel it, enjoy it.”
Way sobbed softly, the pressure intense. Not in his cock, but in his soul.
Neal moved his cock, the sounds shifting the slightest bit. “You feel that, baby? You feel every single little shift the sounds make?”
“Uh. Uh-huh.” He was going to shake apart.
“Breathe, baby. I have you. I will always have you.”
Neal stroked his cock gently, only barely holding it and sliding his hand along the skin lightly. “So pretty. I can’t wait to see your cock with two more in it. All the rainbow.”
“It won’t fit. Nothing else will fit.”
“It will, I’m sure.” Neal grabbed the yellow one and covered it in lube. “Now where should I put it in?”
He shook his head. “Wait for a second. Let me breathe.”
Neal leaned up suddenly and kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth. Then Neal breathed into him.
Way grabbed hold, squeezing tight, needing this more than anything. Neal stayed right there, kissing him and breathing into him again and again, letting him find his center. Way needed that—the love, the time to adjust, the attention. He needed Neal.
“I’ve got you,” Neal told him against his lips. “I always will.”
He believed it too, that Neal wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him.
“I
have you too. For always,” he vowed.
“I count on that, Way.” Neal smiled into his eyes, then kissed him one more time. “And now you’re ready for the last two. You can do this. Because you’re the most amazing sub that ever was.”
“One more first. One at a time.”
“Absolutely, love. Where would the fun be in putting them in all together?” Neal asked, chuckling softly.
“I don’t… I don’t know,” he admitted.
“Maybe we’ll try it later. Right now we’re doing it one at a time, slowly increasing the girth, stretching you with it.”
“I-I—” He stopped and then took a deep, stabilizing breath. Neal loved him. Neal wouldn’t hurt him. This was exciting, scary, new.
“Such a strong boy. You make me so proud.” Neal slicked up the sound, then began to slide it in between the original purple sound and the side of his slit, so he could feel this one as more than just a stretch as it slowly moved into him.
He sucked in air, his lungs feeling too tight.
“Keep breathing, love,” Neal reminded him, adding a gentle tap to his balls that made him gasp. “There you go, now push it out and take another breath.”
He did as he was told, one harsh inhalation after another.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” Neal didn’t seem to want an answer, and he kept on murmuring as he continued to push the sound into Way’s body. “It’s so pretty. We should take pictures when we’re done. Just for us. To remember.”
Like he’d ever forget.
“My stunning boy.” Neal set the hook around the ring and pulled back, an admiring look on his face. “How does it feel?”
He shook his head, at a total loss for words. How did it feel? He had no idea.
Neal patted his balls again. “It’s okay if you don’t have an answer. You’ll be able to tell me later. When you think back to this moment.”
Neal leaned down, licking, dragging his tongue along Way’s filled cock. The sensation of the sounds jiggling inside him made him arch impossibly. Neal did it again, breath hot against his cock, but cooler where Neal had already licked.
“Only one more to go. You’re almost there—you’ve almost done it.”
“Then what?”
“Then I fuck you. Make you come.”
Way shook his head. Not with the sounds in. He couldn’t come with the sounds in. He said as much to Neal.
