Right now, Raul was single.
Opening his eyes, Raul squared his shoulders and reached out, running his fingertips along Brandon’s side. He always got a thrill when it was obvious his efforts were thoroughly enjoyed and Brandon seemed receptive to everything. A shiver worked its way along the muscles in Brandon’s back. The smattering of brown freckles across his skin was fascinating and Raul moved his hand and traced out a pattern which in turn made Brandon shiver more and rumble a low moan. Many humans found the warmer body temperature of a werewolf’s touch arousing and erotic. The feeling of cooler skin against Raul’s fingertips was equally exciting to him.
He loved that this young man was so open to new experiences and that Raul could take his time and create a nice build up. He might do this for a paycheck, but the truth was he honestly enjoyed his job here and he was damn good at it.
Pressing both palms to Brandon’s sides, Raul moved his hands slowly over Brandon’s skin. He took a deep pride in how Brandon moaned and quivered from Raul’s caresses. When he took a step back, breaking all contact, Brandon turned his head.
“Eyes forward!” Raul ordered.
Brandon immediately complied and Raul enjoyed how his shoulders and back twitched.
Raul pulled one hand back and delivered a sharp slap to Brandon’s right ass cheek making him rock up on his toes for a few seconds. There were two more moans, louder than before so Raul gave him a series of quick slaps before moving to Brandon’s left cheek. He then spent another some time running his hands along Brandon’s sides before slipping his arms around Brandon’s chest. He pushed himself flush against Brandon’s back while he rolled and pinched his nipples. After several repetitions Brandon’s skin was glistening, his breathing was quick and harsh, body vibrating.
Bedding this guy for real, not as a client would be sheer delight. In their short time together, Raul saw how receptive and deliciously submissive Brandon was. Every pinch and touch of Brandon’s flesh made his body quiver. Each smack on his ass had Brandon moving so he’d achieve even more contact. Raul barely had to say anything. Brandon responded to each move Raul made by putting himself in a more submissive stance. Needy little noises from Brandon begged for more without forming the words. Raul was drawn in by the flush of Brandon’s skin, the twitch of his muscles and the powerful scent of sweat mingled with pheromones that increased with every act of dominance from Raul. It was easy and natural; Brandon obviously was born with his preferences.
Besides, they’d made a connection and he liked Brandon. Not something he could say for most of his clients.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
Raul’s last relationship had ended two—almost three—years ago, maybe it was time he thought of moving on. He reminded himself Brandon wasn’t from this area, he was—according to his questionnaire—here on a vacation. In a few days, maybe a week, he’d be returning to his home, job—life. Raul couldn’t help but wonder if he had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, or maybe he was married. He was a cute, personable guy and Raul had a tough time believing he was unattached.
However, right now Brandon was immersed in his time with Raul. Raul, who was a professional and working. He’d admit he was quite possibly enjoying the moans and needy noises coming from Brandon a little too much. Raul needed to concentrate on his job.
Raul growled in Brandon’s ear, “Remember, no peeking. And no coming until I’m inside and ready.” He stepped away again.
This time he retrieved some supplies from a cabinet along one wall. A large bottle of lube with a pump top, a dildo created to simulate a werewolf’s knots and a small electric wand were carried to Brandon. He set the bottle and wand on the floor then covered the dildo in clear, thick lube. Moving so he was right behind Brandon, he stood close enough Brandon would feel the heat Raul’s body radiated. Brandon sucked in a breath and leaned back, obviously trying for contact. Raul made sure he was just out of reach.
That made Raul chuckle.
“Not yet, boy.”
He kicked Brandon’s feet as far apart as possible, which forced Brandon to bend his knees slightly and settle his weight downward.
“Nice.”
Using his free hand, he ran his fingers through Brandon’s dark red hair—he did like gingers. At the same time, he rubbed the dildo between Brandon’s ass cheeks.
Brandon’s hips gyrated side to side and he pushed his ass back against the dildo.
“Like that?” Raul asked.
“Oh, yeah,” Brandon panted out the words, making Raul smile.
“Well, you’re gonna love this next part.”
He eased the dildo into Brandon. The base of the dildo had a small pump Raul could operate with a press of his thumb. He held the dildo in place with one hand, his other rested on Brandon’s shoulder, applying gentle downward pressure.
“This is a werewolf dildo, heard of that before?”
Brandon gulped and jerked one nod.
“Ever use one?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Hmm.” Raul pushed against the pump. “This has a neat feature. See, it simulates a werewolf’s knots.” Putting more pressure on the pump, the ‘knots’ at the dildo’s base inflated. “A good way to know if you can take all of me.”
“That’s… ahhh….” Brandon shifted his weight from one foot to the other and jerked a sharp breath in through his nose. Raul wasn’t really convinced Brandon had never tried this before. The thought occurred to him, even if Brandon had used one before, he probably hadn’t really used the device to its fullest potential. Using it by yourself and having someone use it on you were two very different things.
Raul clamped down on Brandon’s shoulder, forcing him to keep his weight on both feet. Satisfaction coursed through him when Brandon’s head tilted back, he gripped the handholds on the cross so tightly his knuckles went white, and he let loose with a string of words no one would be able to understand. Raul hit the release and deflated the ‘knots’ then flipped the small switch that made the device vibrate. He braced one shoulder against Brandon’s back to steady him.
Brandon’s exposed neck was too much to resist, so Raul helped himself. He ran his tongue up and down Brandon’s throat while he inflated the ‘knots’ again. The aroma of sweat and precum tickled Raul’s nose as precum dribbled from Brandon’s cock. The way Brandon reacted, the scent he gave off told Raul he was thoroughly loving Raul’s attentions. Years of doing this gave Raul a reliable sixth sense about the men he was with, who could take it and who couldn’t, who would try out of pride and needed to be carefully managed.
Brandon was not only excited, he was a man who could take all a werewolf partner could offer. A long, thin strip of leather dangled loose off the belt Brandon wore. Raul jerked the strap between Brandon’s legs and roughly cinched it tight to hold the dildo in place. He pressed the pump again, this time filling the dildo to capacity. Brandon’s strangled yelp was music to Raul’s ears. The muscles of Brandon’s back and arms tensed and his legs trembled as he tried to stand straight then shove down against the device in his ass. Raul leaned in closer, keeping Brandon caught between him and the cross.
Picking up the wand, Raul turned it on and adjusted it to the lowest setting. When touched to flesh the device emitted a tiny jolt. Holding it in one hand, and pressing his other palm against Brandon’s cock, Raul reached around and zapped Brandon’s nipples. Brandon jumped, wiggled his ass closer to Raul and garbled out senseless words. Raul moved the wand down Brandon’s sides, along his thighs then tapped it repeatedly against the tender skin of Brandon’s inner thighs.
Without giving Brandon any warning, Raul moved away. With the dildo left in and completely inflated, vibrating on low, Raul watched how a full body tremor ran through Brandon leaving his entire body quivering.
“I…gah… don’t… more… need…,” Brandon gasped the words out. “Pleaaase!”
Raul picked up a soft flogger and used broad strokes to slap it across Brandon’s ass.
“Oh,
boy, I’m nowhere near stopping.”
He traded that flogger for one with stiffer tails. Another dozen or so strikes with the flogger then it and the wand were put to the side.
Stripping off his leather pants, Raul tossed them to the side and strode purposefully to Brandon. Releasing Brandon’s restraints, he shoved Brandon’s hands in front of him and clamped one hand around Brandon’s wrists then leaned in, nipping at Brandon’s ear. He partially shifted so his body became bulkier and coarser, thicker hair lightly covered this thighs and chest. Bending his knees slightly, Raul hauled Brandon in, so they were pressed close before standing straight again.
The action had the desired effect. Brandon shuddered out, “Oh fuck, yeah!”
Humans, even those with more body hair had more tender, sensitive skin than a werewolf. One of Raul’s steady clients had once described the sensation of werewolf hair on their skin during sex as like a wave of tiny electric jolts everywhere at once. To the last, every human Raul had ever had sex with, client or lover, enjoyed the feeling to the point of it becoming a craving. It wasn’t uncommon that when two werewolves had sex one would shift more than the other to experience the same feelings.
“How do you want it? I can go deeper from behind, but if you—” Raul lifted Brandon and turned him toward the bed.
“No. Yes. I… ah… ah… fuck me rough…” Brandon’s words were broken by his shivering body. “…as you can.”
Of course, it was up to Raul to know how far to go, but he’d give Brandon everything he could take. Brandon’s willingness and excitement were contagious and intoxicating as was his control. Raul was particularly gifted, or so he’d been told, at keeping a man on edge, but never letting him spill over that edge until Raul was damn good and ready for him to go. With humans it was easy, their scent gave away their impending orgasm and that’s when Raul would change tactics or back off.
Right now Raul’s cock was rock hard, his balls tight and quivering. There was no law that said he couldn’t enjoy what he did with his clients.
He set Brandon on his feet at the foot of the bed and gave him a gentle shove. “On the bed,” Raul instructed. “All fours.” Brandon crawled to the center of the mattress, on his hands and knees. Raul took a few seconds to admire him which also gave Brandon a small amount of cooling off time. “I have to admit I’m enjoying the view you’re giving me.”
It was the truth too. Raul never handed out false compliments, people always sensed on some level when he was insincere. Brandon had a round, smooth ass, firm thighs with a hint of red hair and well-developed calves. He was a fine looking young man and Raul’s mouth watered simply thinking about how his ass would feel when pressed to Raul’s groin. It was a sensation Raul loved.
Raul darted back to the cross and snatched up the bottle of lube. Werewolves neither carried, nor transmitted sexual diseases, so no need for a condom other than to prevent pregnancy. In this case that wasn’t a concern. Many humans enjoyed the heavily muscled body of a partially shifted werewolf, the coarse hair and sheer power a werewolf offered. Raul had to admit, he enjoyed the smoothness of humans and their response to his higher body temperature. When they had a willingness to submit, all the better.
Really, this was a win-win situation.
First, he spent another few minutes working with the dildo. He’d deflate it and slip in and partially out of Brandon, making sure it slid across and nudged his prostate. Then he’d push it in deep and inflate the ‘knots’, working it gently side to side. When Brandon was shaking enough he was having trouble supporting himself, Raul removed the dildo and harness and dropped them to the floor.
Plopping a generous amount of lube into one palm, Raul swiped the fingers of his other hand through the gel and began circling Brandon’s hole. Raul worked more lube around, then inside Brandon. The noises, deep moans, soft sobs and cries from Brandon made Raul suck in a harsh gasp when he spread lube over his cock. Rarely did a client get him this turned on and so hard he thought he’d snap his cock in two if he moved the wrong way.
Raul eased onto the bed behind Brandon and took hold of his pelvis in both hands. He pushed the head of his cock against Brandon’s entrance. He felt Brandon exhale and how his body changed as he pushed back, a sure sign a guy was ready, knew what was coming and what to do about it. Raul slid into Brandon in one smooth movement. Brandon held his breath and rocked forward then backward.
“Talk to me.” Raul tightened his grip on Brandon’s hips. “Doing okay?”
“Yeah. Fuck yes, great!”
Raul rolled his hips and thrust in deeper. Their body temperatures were only a few degrees different, but it was enough to notice. Logically, the cooler body temperature of a human should hinder Raul’s erection or even cause it to fail altogether. In reality, at least for Raul, the opposite was true. The sharp contrast between the temperature of Brandon’s ass and Raul’s dick was electrifying and spurred his hips to pump faster.
Brandon’s hands fisted the sheet, his body quivered, and he panted out low cries that rose and fell with Raul’s movements.
Sweet Jesus this guy was hot.
A few more thrusts, each rougher than the last and Brandon pitched forward until he was on his forearms and no longer supported by his hands. The way Raul’s glands swelled, so quickly and more than he intended took him by surprise. He was normally much more in control.
“Oh… yesssssss… that’s….”
Raul grinned and slipped one arm around Brandon’s waist. His knots had taken hold and there was no more in and out. Now his hips jerked and he shoved himself forward with his knees and feet. He lifted Brandon an inch or so off the bed, slammed his body forward and let Brandon down again. Tiny jolts coursed from his cock to knots then his balls and finally along his spine. He shifted side to side, applying pressure to one knot then the other, shivering from the tiny spasms created. The course werewolf hair scratched against his knots and base of his cock, delicious sandpaper that created more sparks to tease his dick. That little trick caused him to gulp in a breath, it caught and held for a few seconds before exploding out of his lungs.
This wasn’t going to last as long as Raul had hoped.
He moved his arm around Brandon, so he could cover Brandon’s cock with his palm and use his fingers to press into Brandon’s balls. The faintest halo of blue sparks erupted off Brandon’s skin and hit Raul. They tickled and pricked at Raul’s already sensitized skin creating a delightful mix of sensations. His knots engorged even more—if that was even possible—and he felt the slight surge of electricity in his cock.
Scintilla!
Brandon was a magical human.
This kept getting better and better. Raul had no idea his client was a scintilla—a wielder of electricity—when he’d chosen the wand as a toy for their session. He wondered if scintillas had a heightened effect from electric wands.
Brandon’s entire body stiffened and he held his breath. A second later he clenched around Raul and panted out rapid, staccato breaths. Raul’s knots and his cock were wrapped in a cocoon of low level current and throbbed in time with the waves of muscle spasms he felt rolling through Brandon.
Raul stroked Brandon’s cock until he collapsed onto his stomach. Hips twitched and jerked forcing Raul to struggle to catch his breath. The feeling of his cock encased in a slightly cooler, snug ass and the little, almost nonexistent zaps with every pump of Brandon’s cock was exhilarating. His knots were ultra-warm and their constant pressure ignited the nerves in his cock, heating it as if on fire.
To say that his orgasm was explosive and more intense than he’d normally experience with a client who was a random stranger was an understatement.
It took longer than normal for Raul’s knots to soften enough he could ease free of Brandon. He smiled at the low moan from Brandon.
Raul chuckled when Brandon murmured, “Thank you, that was awesome.”
Too bad he’s probably leaving the area soon.
“Stay there, I’ll put some lotion
on your back.” Raul rolled off the bed and grabbed a bottle from the cabinet before sitting beside Brandon again.
Brandon hadn’t moved, other than to position his arms to use as a pillow for his cheek. Raul smeared the lotion liberally over Brandon’s back and spent a few minutes massaging his shoulders then worked his way down to the swell of Brandon’s ass where he repeated the movements.
“Oh, damn, that’s almost as good as the sex,” Brandon said in a low, slightly slurred voice.
“Thank you. I do aim to please.” Raul finished the massage then said, “You’re a scintilla.”
Brandon rolled over and eased to a sitting position, flinching. “Is it a problem I didn’t tell you?”
Raul shook his head. “Nah. I was surprised, but I’ll admit you’re one of the best clients I’ve had. That was different, surprising and…very enjoyable.”
Brandon smiled shyly. “Thanks. A lot of people are afraid to even hug me without wearing all sorts of rubber gear, let alone more. They think they’ll get electrocuted.”
Snagging bottles of water from a crate beside the bed, he handed one off to Brandon. Raul sensed that Brandon was a person who craved physical affection with an emotional connection. Having people think they needed to keep him at a distance must’ve been very painful for him.
“That’s sad. I might ask before swimming with you, but—” He had other questions, but didn’t think it was appropriate unless they’d be spending more time in bed together.
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