Micah whimpered. He felt so empty inside, now.
The urge to come, the urge to have everything more and faster, left him edgy and desperate. It was more than an itch. It burned in him like a fire.
“Master Eric, please?”
The Dom looked away, focusing on someone behind him. Then his face lit with a satisfied smirk. Micah both loved and hated the idea of someone else fucking him, prolonging the delicious torture before Master Eric would let him come.
Master Eric bent over his ear again. God, that voice alone could get him off.
“Oh, sweet boy. It is your lucky night. Master Julio wants Taylor to fuck you. He’ll be fucking his boy, while his boy fucks you. He’ll be controlling his boy, using him to fill you up.
“And you should see Taylor’s cock, sweet boy. He’s going to be so thick inside you. He’s going to destroy you. And you know, he’s not allowed to come either, so that monster cock might be abusing your tight little hole for a very long time.”
Micah moaned, his thoughts whirling. The idea of being pushed like that, stretched and forced beyond his limits, should have been frightening but instead he craved it.
He wanted that burn. He wanted to be destroyed for Master Eric, devastated by the huge schlong of that giant sub who’d be holding back his orgasm, too.
He could picture it in his head, exactly what they’d look like, the desperation in the sub’s face mirroring his own.
“That’s right, boy. You like the idea of that monster cock burning inside you, don’t you? You want Master Julio to use you to treat his boy.”
Micah was panting hard, now. “Yes, Sir.”
Micah felt hands on his ass, slipping into his crack. He shuddered.
He felt a weight over him, and then the pressure of two arms just below his ribs. It must be the sub, Taylor, leaning over him. They’d both be locked into place, him by the straps, and Taylor by Master Julio’s command.
Which meant that the fingers plunging into his needy asshole were Master Julio’s. And by the sounds Taylor was making, it sounded like he was touching him somehow, too.
He envisioned Master Julio stroking the other sub’s cock, teasing them both with the nearness of his hole without letting them complete the action.
Master Eric was still whispering in his ear. “I hope you’re ready, boy. Master Julio’s got him so hard. He’s going to wreck you.”
Master Eric’s hand moved smoothly down his back, over his hip, and then under his leg. Then the Dom’s hands were on his small cock, stroking it expertly and sending flames rushing through him. “Bear down, boy.”
Micah tried to open and push, as he’d been instructed, but it was too much. Taylor’s cock was too big, and it burned. Tears sprang to his eyes, but the pressure didn’t stop. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to stop it.
But then Master Eric was taking his mouth, owning his lips while he stroked his small cock. Taylor was slowly being pushed deeper and deeper inside him and it hurt, it hurt. Too much to even enjoy the kiss or remember that Master Eric was finally stroking him.
The burn only continued, and he could do nothing but endure it. Just take it because Master Eric wanted him to.
And it was that thought that transformed the blossom of pain, sliding sideways past discomfort into intense pleasure. It was almost like the spankings. Master Eric was giving him the gift of this beautiful, awful intensity.
He whimpered and clawed desperately at the air where his wrists were securely tied. As the Dom had predicted, this giant cock was destroying him, and it was only pushing him higher.
Master Eric drew back from his mouth, and he sucked in frantic breaths.
“So good. So good for me, boy.”
He thought he nodded, but he couldn’t be sure. The slight movement pushed him even further back onto that monster cock. It was impossible and exquisite.
He could feel Taylor’s breath at the top of his back, but the sub didn’t press their bodies any closer together. Whatever position he was in, probably holding the edges of the table with his elbows locked, he was trapped as neatly as Micah. The idea made Micah’s heart race faster.
Master Eric’s hand withdrew from his cock, both a blessing and a curse. He desperately wanted those strong fingers stroking him, but he knew if it kept up, he would come.
At last, Micah felt Taylor’s strong legs come up hard against his ass. He was stuffed so full, opened so wide, that he could barely think. No one moved.
Then Micah felt a slick finger circling his rim where their bodies joined. His skin was stretched so tightly, and Taylor’s cock was so hot. Both subs whimpered.
The teasing touch continued, stroking gently around one side and then the other. Micah couldn’t image how the other sub kept still. He felt the trembling in the other man’s legs, in his muscular arms where they gripped the platform by his ribs. But the thick cock was still locked motionless inside him.
The finger withdrew, and then Taylor’s moans began. The big man’s body was almost still, except for the tell-tale jerks of muscle as he lost the battle to keep entirely motionless. Each jerk rubbed and stimulated Micah’s burning hole, but by microscopic amounts.
What was Master Julio doing to him? Playing with his asshole? Pinching his nipples? Fucking him already without allowing him to move?
He couldn’t see because Master Eric had returned to lazily kissing and licking along his neck, as though they were making out on the couch instead of having the most intense sexual experience of Micah’s life. The juxtaposition of that deep burn and the gentle kisses were driving him crazy.
Micah couldn’t hold himself still any longer, and he squirmed a bit. Tayler groaned at the movement, and his breath came in pants, hot against his back.
Micah was almost used to the stretch in his hole, and now he wanted movement. Only the two Doms didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Whatever Master Julio was doing to Taylor clearly had him right on the edge. Micah found himself holding his breath.
Then Taylor’s strong thighs were drawn back, and he was thrust hard into Micah’s stretched hole. Both subs cried out, in desperation and delight. It was so much, too much, impossible to capture and control.
It happened again, and again, that impossible friction so deep inside him. He could feel the weight of both bodies crashing into him with each thrust. Micah fought against his restraints, looking for anything to hold on to, and loving how the straps gave him that resistance.
Master Eric pressed one broad hand down at the top of his spine, forcing him back into place. It was exactly what he needed. “I already told you, boy.”
He had. He had told him, and Micah wanted desperately to follow that command. He nodded.
“What did I tell you?”
“Not to… not to come, Sir.”
Chapter 6
Eric
Eric looked down at the beautiful boy. He was so needy and wanton, gazing up at Eric with such desperation and trust.
When he’d repeated the instructions back, Eric was close to coming. Micah probably intended to speak clearly, but it came out as a sob.
It only made him want to push harder, to watch the boy shatter in front of him so that he could put him back together again. He was really gone on this boy.
He glanced up at Taylor and Julio. Taylor was lost in ecstasy, clearly fighting the urge to come as hard as Micah was, and utterly at the mercy of his Dom. His hands gripped the edges of the table just above Micah’s waist, and he was completely naked except for the flowery clip in his hair.
Julio was still fully clothed, his fingers digging into the ample flesh of Taylor’s hips. His face was a mask of determination, focused entirely on making this experience perfect for his sub. “You don’t get to come either, pretty one,” Julio snarled into Taylor’s ear.
Taylor sobbed and shook, clearly pushed further by the idea.
Eric caught Julio’s eye for a moment, and they gave each other a nod of acknowledgment. They were making this good for each
of their boys, and there was a smug satisfaction in the teamwork.
Eric returned to his boy’s face. He stroked the outline of his face, running his fingers gently through the fringes of his hair. He leaned in close to whisper into his ear, loving how the dirty talk made his boy respond.
“You’re so good, taking his giant cock like that. Just letting him destroy your hole. You make me so proud.”
Micah’s eyes were unfocused now, his breathes shorter but even. It really was impressive how much he was willing to take, how much control he was willing to give up.
Eric stood, keeping one soothing hand on the boy’s back, and started to unbutton his jeans. He hadn’t thought it was possible for the boy’s eyes to grow any wider, or his expression to become any needier. But they did.
He pulled his zipper down slowly, then pushed his boxers down. His cock leapt out, and he watched the sub taking in his thick length, the exposed head red and dripping. The last thing he wanted to do right now was put on a condom, but his boy wasn’t in the place to give consent about unprotected oral sex.
He pulled a condom out of his pocket, then whispered into Micah’s ear while he put it on. It might have been sexier to have him watch, but he didn’t want to break their connection. Micah was still being reamed by Taylor’s enormous cock, and his goal was to overload the sub’s senses while keeping him close, not get off himself.
“I’m going to need your mouth on me, sweet boy. This isn’t going to be deep and rough. You’re just going to get me warmed up. I just need to see those sweet lips around my cock.”
“Ye… ye… yes, Sir.”
Oh, god, what this boy was doing to him. Holding the boy’s face down with one cheek pressed to the mat, he touched just the tip of his dick to the sub’s lips. Micah scrambled to lick and suck, but Eric held him back. “I’ll let you know what to do, boy. Open.”
Micah opened his mouth. He was keeping his body mostly still, even as Julio and Taylor jerked him back and forth. Eric traced his tip around the boy’s relaxed lips, teasing.
Then, he slid it just barely inside. He was embarrassingly close. Just seeing those pink lips around his cock was almost enough to make him come. Tears leaked from the sub’s eyes, and saliva was starting to pool on the table. Eric loved it.
“Lick it. Just your tongue.”
The sweet little licks swept through his body. He’d wanted this to be gentle as a counterpoint to the rough fucking the boy was receiving, but it turned out to be about all he could take. Micah circled his tip with his tongue, and he let out a groan despite himself.
Of course, the sub did it again.
He was dying, but he couldn’t let Micah know it. “So good, sweet boy. You’re taking such good care of me.”
With his mouth forced open, the boy’s groans and whimpers were even louder. God, he was beautiful. His hands clenched and unclenched while his body fought against arching and jerking against the onslaught to his ass. Yet, he still managed to be slow and gentle with his tongue.
He deserved a reward, this sweet sub who was so eager to please and so vocal in his enjoyment.
Eric glanced up at Julio and Taylor again. He knew that Julio was whispering to his sub, just as he was, but he’d mostly tuned it out. It wasn’t meant for him anyway. But when Julio harshly reminded Taylor not to come again, he knew this was the big moment.
Taylor’s eyes rolled back in his head as Julio plunged into him with a few more frantic thrusts. The smaller man bit his sub’s neck as he came, both of them moaning. For a moment, they stayed there, locked together, eyes closed and completely in tune.
Julio slowly withdrew. When he pulled Taylor back, the sub’s immense cock was still red and hard. Eric watched in appreciation as Julio shucked off his own condom, and then slowly removed the condom from his boy’s cock, then stroked it a few times with just his fingertips.
Taylor was shaking, clearly at his very limit but with complete trust in his Dom. “Follow,” commanded Julio. Taylor fell into line just behind Julio’s shoulder, eyes down and erection on display. Julio’s boy had come a long way since his first tentative night at the club.
Wherever they were going now, it was going to be a long night for the burly sub. It was beautiful to watch.
But not as beautiful as his own sweet sub, who was happily bathing his cock. Eric looked down at his debauched boy, feeling again that sense of impossible connection. Mine. My boy.
Eric reluctantly pulled out and Micah whimpered.
He’d originally planned on fucking the boy. But after orchestrating the rest of the evening, that didn’t seem special enough. He surprised himself by wanting something more… intimate.
“Micah? Sweet boy?”
Micah blinked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. He was at that perfect point of relaxed in submission and tense with arousal.
“I’m going to release your straps and turn you on your back. Then I’ll restrain you again.”
Micah nodded. Keeping one or both hands on the sub’s body, Eric quickly released all the straps and gave each ankle and wrist a short massage. Parker and Ben had disappeared somewhere. Which was just as well because he wanted his boy all to himself right now.
“I’ll move you where I want you,” he explained, before lifting and turning his boy on the narrow table.
The harness that his boy wore had pressed into his chest, leaving a red imprint slightly above where the metal ring rested now. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to wait until their next encounter after all. He freed one of the arm straps from the table.
With another gentle rub on his boy’s wrists, he brought them together. Then, he ran the strap through the ring and around both wrists. The strap wasn’t at a great angle or tight enough to offer much resistance, but this was more about mental bondage than physical. He wanted his boy to feel secure.
He kissed Micah gently on the lips. “You’re gorgeous, sweet boy.”
Then he bent to secure his legs. The bench wasn’t ideal for this, but with the bottom of his sub’s feet resting where his shins had been before, he could restrain his ankles, even if his knees were free.
With his boy fully secured, he took a moment to enjoy his body. He ran his hands over his tense, jumping leg muscles, his soft and delicious belly, and his mouth-wateringly muscular shoulders.
He swept his hands back down, twisting his boy’s taut nipples. He stroked along his belly and then his thighs, zeroing in on the space between his legs.
His boy was neatly trimmed, revealing everything to his gaze.
His cock was about the size of Eric’s pinky finger. He could make out the hard shaft, and the distinct, pointed head. It was attached on the underside, though, and beneath it lay a whorl of soft, purple flesh in delicate folds.
Eric took a moment to just look. Alright, this was actually different from the other trans guy he’d been with.
He supposed the other guy must have had surgery to remove some parts and release his dick so it could stand up, but Micah was intact.
All his original parts were still there, but the part that would have been a clit was enlarged substantially into what was clearly a cock. Not that Eric knew a lot about clits to begin with.
Eric hesitated. He wanted to make his boy feel good, but he just wasn’t sure he knew enough not to mess it up. The fucking and unseen groping had been much easier.
“Sir?”
He saw the fear and worry in his sub’s eyes. Dammit. He’d spent too long looking. He needed to turn things around quickly. “You’re perfect, sweet boy. I love seeing you hard for me like this.” He bent to kiss his hip, then straightened again.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
“Not to come, Sir.” The wariness was still there, but repeating the command was already helping him sink back into his role.
“That’s right.” He ran his finger down the front of his boy’s shaft. The skin had a different texture from the penises he was used to—a bit softer and not quite as smooth. It was like it
was buried under an extra layer of flesh. His boy shivered. “Whose cock is this?” he demanded.
“Yours? Sir?” So uncertain. So eager.
“Is that a question or a statement? Say it.”
“It’s yours, Sir. Your cock.”
“That’s right, sweet boy. Mine to enjoy. Mine to control.” He stroked it more firmly with two fingers and thumb, concentrating on the exposed top side.
Micah thrust up into his hands, and Eric pushed his hip back down with his free hand. “Be still, boy.”
His boy was back to whimpering. Between the commands and the stimulation, he was clearly enjoying himself.
Eric was relieved. He always wanted anyone he played with to feel good, but it felt like there was so much more at stake here.
Not just Micah’s feelings about his gender, which were clearly difficult already, but something beyond that which stretched between them. He wasn’t quite ready to give it a name.
He bent and licked the small head, sucking it with his lips and tongue. His boy tried to thrust up against him, but he was prepared with hands on both of his hips, holding him down. His boy was writhing and thrashing now, pulling against his bonds. And the noises that he was making…
Eric covered the whole cock with his mouth, experimenting with the flaps of skin connecting his cock to the flesh below, and sometimes sucking and tasting those folds as well.
There was a small groove along the bottom of the shaft rather than the typical solid cylinder, but from his desperate noises, Micah seemed to prefer pressure directly along the top of his shaft.
He mostly concentrated there, lightly grazing his teeth along the top to hear his boy’s breath catch.
His boy’s taste was different from what he was used to—more tangy and less earthy. Still sexy, though.
Especially sexy because Micah was trusting him with this part of himself that he was hesitant to share. That was the real gift.
He sucked harder, feeling his boy tighten beneath him. How much longer would he be able to hold off? How far could he push him?
Suddenly he wanted to see his boy’s face. He replaced his mouth with his hand, keeping up the firm, rapid strokes across the top of his shaft while he rubbed across the tip with his thumb.
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