Eric felt around for the boy’s prostate, wanting to hear his ragged cries. Then, he remembered he didn’t have one. He’d been keeping all the bigger differences in mind, but forgotten this smaller one.
Well, Micah’s enthusiasm suggested he was still enjoying every bit of it. Eric had told him to keep still, but the best he could do was reduce his thrusting movements to quivering muscles and tight jerks. Eric loved seeing the strain in his body, that urge to give in to every sensation battling the desire to follow Eric’s command.
He tugged at the boy’s rim, his other palm pressing into the boys back so that he could feel every jerk and quiver of muscle. He guessed from the boy’s gasp that he felt a sting, but the infinitesimal thrusts of his hips said he was yearning for it.
He pressed in another finger and felt Micah’s sphincter tighten against the next thrust of Taylor’s tongue before starting to relax.
“Good boy. So good for me.” Then, he turned to his friends. Parker and Ben were watching Micah avidly, their arousal apparent. Julio, of course, had eyes only for Taylor.
“He’s ready,” he announced. “Oh, you’re going to want this tight hole.”
Micah shuddered beneath his hand.
Eric made eye contact with Parker, who took a step forward. Hopefully starting with Parker would help Micah realize that he was accepted.
Julio called out to Taylor, who drew away from Micah to kneel at his feet. Julio bent to whisper to his sub, then stood. He drew the toe of his booted foot slowly up the seam of Taylor’s lace panties.
Eric smiled. There was a good chance they wouldn’t stick around for the rest of the scene, but he could hardly blame them.
Parker unlaced his leather pants, revealing a black, silicone cock and just the hint of a black, leather harness.
Eric picked up the lube that one of the others had brought over at some point and squirted it onto his fingers. He thrust into Micah’s tight ring, feeling the boy fight against pressing back into him. If the boy was already this worked up, he couldn’t imagine what he was going to sound like by the end of the evening.
He felt around again for the prostate that wasn’t there, then corrected to just push in and out, adding a third finger and more lube when he was ready.
Parker had suited up even though it certainly wasn’t necessary, and there was something right about that, too. His thick cock looked heavy and hard.
Eric didn’t feel any attraction to Parker, but in the scene it was hot. He knew that Ben wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off him, but that wasn’t his focus right now.
Eric withdrew his fingers, grabbed a thick towel, and wiped his hand on one corner. He turned the corner inward and carefully dropped the folded towel to the floor by Micah’s head.
Others might have thought it odd for a Dom to kneel, but he wanted to be right there with the boy all the way. He wanted to own every thought in his head and every sound that came out of his mouth.
He lowered his knees to the folded towel, gave a nod to Parker, and then leaned forward to whisper into his boy’s ear. “Master Parker’s fat cock is so hungry for you, sweet boy. He’s been watching you take that spanking like a good boy. Now he’s so hard for you.”
Micah’s eyes were open now, staring up at him in awe. He stroked the boy’s hair gently, a soft counterpoint to the hard fucking that was about to occur.
He sucked on the boy’s lips without pressing inside. Micah’s head was resting on the platform at a right angle to his own, making his mouth all the more accessible.
He felt it, the moment that Parker pushed inside. Micah gasped, and he pushed his tongue inside, mirroring the movement. Parker was gripping the boy’s hips, setting up a rapid rhythm. He returned to the boy’s ear, whispering dirty things.
Micah moaned and gasped beneath him, his fingers clenching and opening on the arm rests. Eric kept his caresses intentionally soft, both as a reminder that he would keep the boy safe and to contrast the rough handling Parker was giving him. He wanted his senses overloaded.
Micah’s breaths were getting shallower and faster, and his eyes cast around wildly, looking for something to cling to. Eric moved back just far enough to meet his eyes. “You may not come, boy. You don’t come until I say.”
He kept one hand on the boy’s head, stroking gently, and slid the other into the boy’s hand. Micah immediately grabbed onto it, his grip tight. Parker was jerking him around like a rag doll, pistoning in and out of him at a reckless pace.
“Master Eric, please. Please.” His begging was even sweeter than the rest of him.
“When you’ve taken everything I want you to take, then you can come. You can do this, boy.”
Micah’s eyelids fluttered closed. Every muscle in his body was tight and trembling, and Eric watched him fly away. As far as he could tell, though, he still hadn’t come.
He whispered into his ear. “Good boy. So good for me.”
Chapter 5
Micah
Micah clenched Master Eric’s hand. It seemed to be the only thing tethering him back down to earth. His ass was filled again and again, and with each thrust he had to hold himself back from coming. He’d never felt so sensitive. Never felt so powerless, and yet so cared for and desired at the same time.
Everything else fell away. He heard nothing but Master Eric’s voice in his ear. Felt nothing except the fingers digging into his hips and the cock fucking him, all while Master Eric sweetly caressed his hair and shoulders.
His questions and doubts fell away, and he simply existed. His trust in Master Eric was implicit, and as he was pushed higher and higher into the pleasures of his own body, his focus narrowed to staving off that orgasm so he could please his Dom.
The other man using his ass was reaming him even harder and faster, if that was possible, and Micah’s small cock slid in its own small pool of lubricant against the cushioned platform. The man thrust in one final time, even more deeply, and then stilled.
Micah felt like he was shaking apart.
But he didn’t come.
He drew in a shuddering breath. Sex had never been like this. Nothing like this at all. From the first moment Master Eric had touched him, he’d been pushed further and further, impossibly far.
He locked in on Master Eric’s eyes, and the dominating warmth he found there. He knew that the Dom would give him everything he needed.
The man behind him withdrew slowly, and Micah instinctively pushed back to follow. Master Eric stilled his body with a firm hand. The beckoning flame of orgasm receded.
Then, Master Eric was whispering in his ear again, the soft puff of his breath and dark words reeling him in.
“Don’t relax too soon, sweet boy. Remember, you’re still my toy to play with, and my friends aren’t done with you yet. Master Ben has been waiting very patiently for his turn, but he’s so hard and ready for you now. He’s going to fill you up.”
Wait, was Master Ben the cis one or the trans one? Master Eric certainly didn’t talk about them any differently. “You’re going to be so good for him, aren’t you?”
This didn’t seem to need an answer, but Micah gave one anyway. “Yes, Sir.” His own voice sounded broken and needy.
The next touch that came still surprised him. Master Eric was stroking his hair, but the next set of anonymous hands behind him found an entirely different target.
Micah had spent most of his life wishing his anatomy was completely different. But he couldn’t deny that it felt good having his other hole filled. He just wanted to be acknowledged as a man while it was happening.
Thick fingers stroked the lips of his… front hole, then two were thrust inside him. The deep pleasure in his body pulled at him, but the strange incongruence of the act pulled him back a bit. Could he do this?
“Ye... yellow?”
“Yellow, Ben,” Master Eric repeated at a louder volume.
Immediately, the man behind him stopped and pulled out. Master Eric kept a hand on his shoulder, but didn’t try to
caress him or apply any pressure.
Micah closed his eyes. His body was, once again, screwing everything up for him. He’d said this was what he wanted, but now he was feeling the weight of being an inexperienced trans guy worried that people would treat him like a woman.
It was almost beyond belief that tonight he was living a fantasy of being fucked by a whole group of men. Gay men, he reminded himself, or at least bisexual men. Men who were attracted to men.
The first two men who had touched him, the sub in the lacy underwear and the first Dom, had focused on his ass. Presumably something they’d done with other men before.
The guy who was touching him now, Master Ben, was either trans himself, or attracted to the trans guy. This shouldn’t be a big deal.
But his legs were spread open, and there was no denying what was—and wasn’t—between them. So far, that hadn’t given any of them pause.
Master Eric had mentioned his anatomy as a simple fact earlier, and no one had anything further to say. So probably, probably, it was totally fine.
“Talk to me, sweet boy.” When Master Eric called him sweet boy, and it sounded dirty and adoring, but not feminizing at all.
“I just, I just needed a moment. I don’t… My body isn’t how I want it.” He spoke at a whisper, his words for one man only.
Master Eric looked up. “Give us a minute, but stick around.” Micah heard soft footsteps retreating.
Then Master Eric leaned close to his ear, but his words weren’t seductive, just clear and matter-of-fact. “I happen to like your body. Quite a lot, in case you couldn’t tell.
“But whatever limits you set, we’ll stick to them. It’s never too late to change your mind. I won’t be disappointed with you, and no one will think anything less of you. We can stop the scene, or just do something different.”
Micah drew in a shuddering breath. “Sir, can I ask you something?”
The Dom nodded. “Anything.”
“When you look at me, what do you see?”
Master Eric’s hand stroked up and down his back in a soothing rhythm. “I see a strong man. A man who’s faced adversity and overcome it. A man who has a deep craving to submit, and was strong enough and confident enough to search for that even though he was worried about being rejected.
“I see a man with a sexy ass and strong shoulders that I want to lick all over. I see a man who pushes himself harder to walk than many athletes do to run. I see a man who trusted his body over to me, and who I want to please, in whatever way is right for him.
“And when he looks up at me, I see a boy who needs someone to take care of him. Not because he’s weak, but because he’s so strong all the time that he needs a place where he can let it all go.”
Wow. That was just… wow. He’d been expecting something more cliched or awkward, some platitudes about how his body wouldn’t matter. He’d never had anyone speak about him with such admiration and conviction. Words like that could be as addictive as the sex.
“Did that answer your question?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“In that case,” Master Eric was whispering now, “I’ll mention that Ben has been lusting after Parker for years.”
So Master Parker, the one who had totally reamed him, was trans! Holy shit. But Master Eric was still talking.
“And he’s never treated Parker as anything other than a man. So, if he’s decided to play with your other hole, there might be some curiosity involved because he’s so besotted with Parker, but I don’t think he’d be popping a boner if he thought of you as anything other than a man.”
Micah let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.
“Do you want me to have him do something else? Or talk with you about it?”
“No, Sir. I think you told me what I needed to hear.”
“Do you want to change your limits?”
Micah thought he would need to mull it over, but he was ready with his answer almost immediately. He wanted this. He wanted to experience everything. As long as his gender wasn’t in question, he wanted to be at their mercy, to be taken in every way.
“No, Sir. I… my limits haven’t changed. Um, green, Sir.”
Master Eric kissed him deeply, starting out gentle and then getting rougher until he was pulling Micah’s hair and thrusting into his mouth with his tongue.
He pulled away for a second. “Resume, Master Ben.” His voice was deep and ragged. Micah loved knowing he had done that to him. And then Master Eric was sucking and biting at his lips again.
Micah felt hands behind him, but they were massaging his legs and ass, not demanding anything yet. They danced closer and closer to his hole, their destination clear, but without any hurry.
Micah felt himself pushing back, ready now to welcome that intrusion. Yet they still didn’t get any closer.
He was getting lost in Master Eric’s kiss, trembling with desire for more, for anything.
One hand swept across his sensitive lips, squeezed around his cock, and then went back to stroking his legs. He bucked backward.
“Be still, boy.”
The teasing pattern repeated itself, and his body quaked. Again, and then, again.
Finally, finally, those two blunt fingers pushed into him again. He jerked to the rhythm they created, even as he fought to keep still.
After a moment, though, the fingers started to feel rough. Now that he was on T, he didn’t make as much natural lubricant, and he knew that it threw people off.
He looked up at Master Eric, who was studying his face like he was trying to unlock his mysteries or preserve every moment.
Was he allowed to ask for something, or should he keep quiet? It wasn’t quite something that needed a safe word. Would he be disappointed? Would he want Micah to take it rough? He decided to risk it. “Lube, Sir?”
Master Eric turned away. Was he going to… “Lube up, Ben.”
He heard a chuckle behind him, and the fingers withdrew for a moment.
When he was breached again, it was by something much longer and thicker, though deliciously slick.
On the first thrust, he was sensitive and not-quite-ready. He made himself relax into the sensation.
The straps around his wrists and legs were exquisite when he jerked against him, and he was angled so that the anonymous man behind him, Master Ben, hit his G-spot on every thrust. He’d never felt it like that. Never even knew it could be like that.
Master Ben knew how to work his cock. Micah gulped in air. God, it felt good.
The rough pounding quickly brought him to the edge again. The man was holding nothing back in taking his own pleasure, so holding back his orgasm was almost torture.
Instead, it added to the intensity, layering another level over the tight straps and rough hands that so easily dominated him.
Master Eric’s lips were on his again, and he opened his mouth automatically, letting the Dom ravish him with his tongue, then move up his cheek to suck on his ear. A fistful of hair kept his head anchored firmly in place, adding one more touch of exquisite pain and pleasure to the mix.
“Please, please, please, please.” He heard a voice sobbing, and then realized it was his own. “I’m so close.”
He didn’t think he’d ever had a G-spot orgasm before, but the man behind him was filling him and pounding against him so hard, at just the perfect angle, and he was already so, so ready. “Please, Master Eric.”
The gentle hands caressed his neck and tightened there. It wasn’t anywhere near cutting off his breath, but the exhilarating threat was there. “I love listening to you beg, boy. I love hearing how they’re breaking you down. But I know that you can do it. I know that you can wait for me. When I let you come, I’m going to own you.”
Micah nodded, unable to speak. The sensations wracking his body were almost unbearable. Too much, and not enough. He wanted to forget about everyone else and just let Master Eric fuck him, but that thick cock kept sliding in and out of him, turning him inside out.
> And Master Eric’s strong hand was tight at his throat, tethering him again.
He didn’t want to beg again, but he did. “Please, please. Master Eric. Please let me.”
The smirk on Master Eric’s face was both cocky and adoring. “No boy. You’re mine tonight. These guys are just getting you warmed up for me. And you’re going to take it.”
Micah felt his mind swimming away again. It was all too much.
The pressure in his hole was coming faster and faster. The man behind him slapped his ass and he screamed, pressing his neck against Master Eric’s hand.
His breath cut off for a moment and waves and waves of pleasure washed over him. He felt so completely owned and dominated.
“Did you come, boy?” Master Eric’s voice was harsh in his ear, but not angry.
He tried to bring his brain back online in the ocean of sensations sweeping over him. The man was still pounding away at his hole, but he was desperate for more, not overly-sensitive and relaxed.
“N… no, Sir. I d… I don’t think so. It was…” He searched for words, trying to think past the delicious friction inside him.
“I... if I came… it… different, but…” he couldn’t figure out how to describe it and coming up with words was an impossible fight.
He was still desperate and overwhelmed, eager for whatever was coming next. Still so close to the edge.
Master Eric licked at his ear. “Oh, good boy. My very good boy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
If anything felt better than this, he just couldn’t imagine it.
The man pumping into him sped up, and his body jerked with the effort of holding back.
His cock was sliding over the padded surface, and he knew that if anyone so much as touched it, he would come immediately.
Master Eric alternated between biting his neck and earlobe, and commanding him not to come in that sexy-as-sin voice.
He heard a strangled yell. The man behind him thrust in a few more times, then collapsed on his back. They were skin to skin now, but that did nothing to disrupt his connection with Master Eric.
They all waited a beat, then the man gave him a gentle caress down his back, stood up, and pulled out.
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