by Sean Michael
“My good boy, needing me.”
“Always. It will be you soon.”
“It will be.” Rec put something on his belly. “That’s the plug that’s going into your cock. It’ll keep you from coming. Your orgasms will be internal as long as it’s in you.” Rec stroked his cock several times.
“You’ll take it out if I need you to.” It wasn’t a question.
“Of course. You’ll take it, though. I know you’re going to love it.” Rec kissed the top of Barclay’s cock, then pressed the tip of his tongue into the little slit.
“I might not. I don’t know.” Fuck, that was so hot.
Rec laughed. “If you don’t, I’ll let you do it to me.” That was quite the offer.
“Why would I want to do something I didn’t like to….” He arched as Rec pressed in again.
“I’m not in the least bit worried about you not liking it.” Rec grabbed the lube and splurted it on top of his hole. It was surprisingly cold.
“I—Whoa.” He swore he could feel his balls draw up.
Rec pushed the lube into his slit, then put more on the tip and pushed more into him. “I have to make sure you’re good and slick before I put this in. And if you feel like you need more lube, let me know and I’ll give you more.”
“Never… never felt that before.”
“I love that I can give you new sensations. It’s only going to get better, I promise.” Rec grabbed the metal piece that was on his belly and lubed it up liberally. “Are you ready, B? Ready to feel me slide this metal into your cock?”
“No.” He’d never be ready. Never.
“It’s time, though.” Rec grabbed his cock and squeezed it, turning his slit into a little circle. Then he took the little plug and put the tip into Barclay’s cock.
He held his breath, his whole body gone tense with anticipation.
Rec moved slowly, putting the tip inside him and moving it downward as he watched. The very tip disappeared, then more.
“Please.” He squeezed his eyes shut because he couldn’t watch.
“Please what?” Despite the question, Rec continued to feed the metal into him. He could feel it beginning to spread his slit wider, could feel the tip in deep. Maybe not that deep yet but deeper than anything had ever been aside from medical crap.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s okay. This is really, really new.” Rec drew the plug up out of his slit, added more lube, then began to work it in again. Then he pulled it out and pushed it back in that small amount, over and over. Fucking his slit. The burn eased, leaving behind an ache, a pressure, need.
Rec somehow knew, and the minute that happened, he began feeding the metal deeper. Now the thickest part of it pushed against the sides of his slit, bringing everything back up again—the ache exploding into fire that burned so good.
“Rec!” He arched, his body clenching hard. The plug in his ass suddenly felt bigger, better, as he squeezed down around it. There was no way for him to squeeze around the plug in his penis.
“I’m right here. I’ve got you. And you’re good. You’re so very good, I promise.”
“I need more! This isn’t enough!”
“More is coming.” Rec fed more of the little plug into him, the widest part disappearing inside him now.
“Fuck!” He threw his head back and screamed, the sensation wild and wonderful as fuck.
“Your wish is my command.” Rec began to fuck his slit, metal sliding out and back in again, and again and again. It was overwhelmingly good.
He soared, wild sounds pouring out of him in a rush. Rec moved the plug faster, fucking him with it. Everything disappeared. Everything. He was blind to everything but the amazing sensations centered in his cock and moving out from there.
“Knew you’d like it, baby.” Rec sounded so smug.
He would have stuck his tongue out, but he was too busy having his mind blown.
Rec continued to fuck him with the plug, and Barclay had no idea when he was going to stop, but he didn’t think it mattered—he didn’t care about anything but what was going on right now. Rec. The plug. His need.
“Do you feel like you’re going to have to come soon?” Rec asked, jostling the base of the plug inside his ass.
“I don’t know. I hope not. I want it to go on and on.”
“That’s the good thing about the penis plug—it won’t let you shoot so you can orgasm over and over and over.” Rec stopped fucking him and instead nudged his balls, rolled them and shook them. “These won’t be empty until I take out the plug.”
“Please. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He wasn’t too proud.
Rec went back to fucking his cock, pushing the plug in and out. It was what he needed. How could Rec have known what he needed when he’d had no idea himself? Rec did know, though, and how wonderful was it that he was giving him exactly what he needed.
His balls throbbed, and the plug inside him was too small. “More. Fuck my ass.”
“Demanding, pushy boy.” Rec pulled the plug out of him. No teasing, no playing around. He just yanked it out and slammed himself in.
Barclay screamed, trying to meet the thrust, but the sling held him close. Rec wrapped his hands around Barclay’s hips and found a rhythm, pounding into him, all heat and hardness. There was nothing he could do but take it, Rec fucked him, the clamps jiggling with every movement. His cock bounced against his belly, the top of the penis plug touching off his muscles.
All the sensations morphed together, twined into one magnificent pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building and building, but he couldn’t come. He shook his head from side to side, gasping for each new breath.
“Please. Rec! Take it out. I need to come.”
“You can orgasm without coming.” Rec started into his eyes. “You can.”
He shook his head again.
“You can,” Rec insisted.
“I can’t.”
“I’ll help.” Rec reached up and took off one of the nipple clamps, and the sudden rush of blood into his pinched flesh made him scream, his whole body convulsing as he orgasmed.
He’d never felt anything like it. The orgasm moved through his entire body before settling back in his balls and making them throb. He was breathless and shaking when it was done.
Rec’s mouth covered his, breath pushing into his lungs. He gasped loudly, pulling the air in, staring up into Rec’s eyes. That gaze bore down into him, through him, and it was pure magic.
Then Rec started moving once more, and he could feel the pleasure building again. It was impossible, but it was happening.
Rec pushed harder, thrusting in and hitting his gland. He didn’t want this to end. He wanted it to go on forever.
If he was very lucky, it would.
Chapter Twelve
REC PAID for the pizza they’d wound up ordering instead of burgers and brought it back to Barclay, who was reclining on the couch, looking blissed out. Which he totally should. Rec had fucked him, fucked his slit, clamped his nipples, and finally plugged him with the brand-new, much-larger-than-he’d-used-before plug, and Barclay had floated on the sling the entire time.
“How’s your ass?” Rec asked, grinning.
Barclay wiggled, then gasped softly. “It’s so big.”
“Too big?”
Barclay pinked. “No.”
He grabbed a couple slices of the pizza and handed one over to Barclay, then sat back, cuddling next to his boy and turning the movie back on. They were up to Dr. Strange in their Marvel movie marathon. Longest marathon ever. But then they were watching Marvel’s Agents of Shield in between, so they followed the timeline. Barclay had teased him for being a completist. He’d admitted to being guilty as charged.
“This is the guy everyone thinks is so hot,” he told Barclay of Dr. Strange. “I mean, I like the accent, but he’s… I don’t know, uptight?”
“I wouldn’t toss him out of bed for eating crackers.”
“What?” He caught on when he saw th
e twinkle in Barclay’s eyes. “Nobody eats crackers in our bed except you and me, B.”
They laughed together and he loved that, being able to share joy with this man. He reached over and took Barclay’s hand, curling their fingers together. Pizza was totally one-handed food.
The phone rang as he was on his third slice, and he almost ignored it, but a quick glance at the caller ID told him it was Union. He swallowed his mouthful and accepted the call.
“Union. Hi. What’s up?”
“Hey. I’ve got some news.”
“News? Yeah?” He sat up straight, put down the rest of his pizza, and paused the movie. He put his phone on speaker. “Barclay is here with me, and I’ve put you on speaker.”
“Hi, Barclay. Okay. We found Forsythe and were chasing him. He went up to the roofs, and we followed. He tried to jump from one roof to another and didn’t make it. He died on impact.”
“Oh wow.” Rec took a deep breath, relief flooding through him. Barclay’s ex wouldn’t be stalking Barclay anymore. He wasn’t going to hurt Barclay ever again. “Thanks for letting us know, Union. We really appreciate it.”
“No problem. If you have any questions….”
“Are you going to need us for statements or anything?”
“It’ll depend on how the investigation into his death goes. We got statements from you both when he vandalized Barclay’s place. But someone will be in touch if we need anything else from either of you.”
“Of course. Hopefully the investigation goes your way.”
“There were lots of witnesses, and there was a warrant out for his arrest. It should be just a formality.”
“Well, thanks for letting us know. And thanks for everything you’ve done. It meant a lot that you believed Barclay off the bat.”
“That’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you guys around. Take care.”
“You too.” He hit the button to end the call and turned to Barclay. “It’s over. He’s dead.”
“Yeah. Yeah. It doesn’t seem right to be happy that he’s dead.”
Rec reached out and squeezed Barclay’s leg. “You didn’t kill him, B.”
Barclay’s lips twisted. “No, I know. But it’s just… it feels grizzly to be happy about it.”
“Then don’t be happy he’s dead. Be happy that the stalking is over. That he can’t do anything else to you.” Rec was. Rec was very happy that they didn’t have to worry about Barclay’s ex anymore.
He watched the emotions chase across Barclay’s face. Finally, Barclay nodded. “Yeah. I am happy he’s not going to be lurking around. I wanted him to leave me alone and to go to jail, but I didn’t want him dead.”
“No, because you’re a good person. And being relieved he’s out of our lives does not suddenly make you a bad person.”
“You’re right.” Barclay put his chin up. “I told him to leave us alone. I told him to fuck off. If he had just run away and disappeared, this would never have happened.”
“Yes, exactly.” He squeezed Barclay’s leg. “Are you okay?”
Barclay didn’t hesitate to nod. “I am. I was okay this morning when I told him where to go. I’m not letting him control my life or my feelings anymore. Seeing him today…. Well, I was done with letting him have any power over me. And I knew I had friends at my back who would come running if I needed them to, and they did—you did. Life is good—I’m happy and I’m soon going to be back to my old self healthwise.”
“Yeah, you’re going to be running circles around me in no time. That would be an interesting sensation with that plug still in….”
“Rec!” Barclay laughed, pressing close to his side, sweet cheeks pinking up nicely.
“What? You know you love the plugs.” He knew Barclay loved the plugs too. Hell, they’d picked this one out together.
“I do.”
“Well, then.” He took Barclay’s lips, the taste of Barclay himself right there beneath the pizza. Barclay opened up for him, easy as pie, and Rec deepened the kiss.
“I love you, Reece.” Barclay looked into his eyes, expression so serious.
“I love you too, B. Barclay.” He grinned against Barclay’s lips. He felt light and happy, easy in his skin. He hadn’t realized that Forsythe still being out there had been weighing on him that much, but clearly it had been—he felt so much better now. Barclay was safe.
Grabbing the bottom of Barclay’s shirt, he pulled it up to expose Barclay’s belly and nipples. The sweet nips were still dark red and swollen from the clamps, and he leaned in, drawn to them. He touched one with his tongue, then blew on it.
Barclay arched for him, a soft groan filling the air. “Do it again.”
Laughing, Rec did, with the other nipple this time.
“It feels so good.” Barclay wrapped a hand around the back of Rec’s neck. “You could keep doing that as long as you like.”
“Supersensitive. I love it.” Rec wrapped his lips around one hardening nub and sucked gently, then drew back to cool the heated, wet flesh down with another puff of air.
Barclay’s body clenched, the half-hard flesh hidden behind his sweats quickly tenting the material out.
“Are you working the plug with your ass, B?” Rec wanted him to, so if he hadn’t been, hopefully having it mentioned meant Barclay was doing it now.
Barclay pinked, though, telling Rec that he had indeed been working the thick plug. Rec smiled up at Barclay, loving the way his eyes were glazing over. He’d put that look on Barclay’s face, made everything but pleasure disappear for his boy.
“You make me feel so many good things.” Barclay ran his fingers through Rec’s hair. “I want to make you feel good too. It’s only fair you get a turn at having all the focus on you.”
“How about we test out just how good of a couch this is,” Rec suggested. “So we can give it a proper rating.”
“We’ve tested it pretty thoroughly, I think. I mean, it’s survived quite the pounding a time or two.”
“Yeah, but we need to know if it gets a 69 or not. I think it’s got enough room for us to do that, but until we’ve proven it….”
Barclay laughed for him, but he was nodding. “Yes. I can definitely get behind testing the couch’s 69 rating.”
“You don’t get behind a 69—you get in front of it.”
Barclay rolled his eyes, but the sweet laughter was back. He reached for Rec’s sweats and began to tug them down.
He helped, jumping up to get them right off. Then he took Barclay’s down and dragged them off as well. “Lie on your side against the back of the couch.” As soon as Barclay had followed his instructions, Rec lay on the couch on his side too, his head at Barclay’s groin, putting him just where he needed to be. His ass felt the tiniest bit vulnerable to the edge of the couch, but he otherwise fit just fine.
Barclay put an arm around him and tugged his ass in closer, mouth on his prick. Rec cried out happily and focused on the wet-tipped hardness in front of him. He licked at Barclay first, tasting Barclay’s precome. God, he loved that taste.
Barclay seemed to be enjoying his flavor too, tongue working the tip like Barclay was going to draw the drops out one by one until it made Rec shoot.
Rec tried to focus on Barclay’s cock, on playing around with it, on working the slit and the glans, but Barclay’s mouth was so very distracting, and in the end, Rec simply wrapped his lips around Barclay’s cock and sucked. Sounds came out of him—moans and gasps and whimpers—drawn out by the magic of Barclay’s lips and tongue. The pleasure was concentrated on the head of his cock to start with, but the longer it went on, the more it spread through his body. When Barclay jostled his balls, the sensation radiated out from his cock to the rest of him.
He sucked harder, pulling blindly on Barclay’s cock as he began to move. Rocking his hips, he fed his prick deeper into Barclay’s mouth. He wasn’t going to last much longer; Barclay made him feel too good.
A vibration moved through his flesh when Barclay pulled him in deep and moaned.
Rec shivered and sucked even harder on Barclay’s cock. Barclay also sucked harder, and Rec felt like they were merging into one being, the edges where he ended and Barclay began fading away beneath the onslaught of their mouths.
The pleasure rose ever higher, and all of a sudden, Rec came, his spunk flowing from him in several long pulses. His whole body shuddered as the sensations rushed all the way to his extremities. He managed to keep sucking the entire time.
Barclay cried out around his cock as he was hit by an aftershock, and his mouth filled with jism. He swallowed Barclay’s come down, pulling it into his belly. Pulling his Barclay into himself.
Breathing heavily through his nose, he kept sucking—gentler now, an easy, lazy sucking. Barclay returned the favor. Eventually, they each let the other slip from their mouths and lay right where they were, breathing softly.
“Couch passed the test,” Rec noted at some point. He thought maybe he’d dozed off for a moment or two, which meant the couch had in fact passed the test with flying colors.
Barclay giggled softly. “A 69 out of 69, eh? Perfect score.”
Rec laughed too, and set a soft kiss on the tip of Barclay’s cock. God, he was happy. Deep down, all-is-right-with-the-world happy.
All he needed was to get them flipped back around so he could fall asleep with Barclay in his arms. Too bad the couch didn’t have some mechanism to do that for them because he was feeling totally boneless and too lazy to move.
So maybe the couch wasn’t quite perfect after all. He could live with that.
Excerpt
An Iron Eagle Gym Novel
Lance Packet just got a contract to shoot an erotic BDSM deck of cards; the only problem is finding models. So far everyone he’s interviewed thinks he’s looking for sex for hire. Then in walk three perfect examples of men: Tide and his friends, Tyrone and Bran.
Tide Germaine is a model and a Dom. He and his best friend Tyrone opened The Iron Eagle Gym as a place for gay men in the lifestyle to work out, do scenes, and congregate with like-minded men. The modeling is just another job for Tide, but it soon turns into a grand seduction as Tide falls for the shy, self-conscious photographer. The problem is Lance doesn’t believe he’s in Tide’s league, and he’s not at all sure about the Dom and sub thing.
