by Sean Michael
“Not going to stop until you’ve given me every last drop that’s inside you. Until you’ve given me everything.”
“Master…. Master, please….” He needed it to stop, to go on and on forever.
“Love that,” Derek admitted. “Becoming addicted to the sound of you calling me master.” Derek moved to lick his balls, fingers still playing inside him, still insisting he give everything to Derek. “You still have spunk in here, pet. I know you do.”
Derek was right, but it still made him whimper. He was a ball of sensation, every touch sparking a fire that was burning ever higher. He felt like he was going to pass out from pleasure, though he didn’t. Instead, the pleasure simply continued to build, and even the smallest touch had a huge result now.
He could feel himself leaking, feel globs of need slide from the tip of his cock.
Derek dragged his tongue over Sawyer’s balls again and again, then ran it slowly down the patch of skin beyond his balls, pressing firmly. He could feel it approaching his hole, but then Derek slid it back up to lick where his perineum and his balls met.
Derek nudged Sawyer’s gland from both directions now, over and over. He was losing his fucking mind.
“You’re allowed to come now, as much as you need to. As much as you can. Until you can’t anymore.” Derek’s tongue flicked across his hole where it was stretched around Derek’s invading fingers. Then Derek got his mouth around a part of his skin and began to suck.
He screamed with pleasure, his cock jerking with it, pulsing hard.
Derek continued to stimulate his hole, slowly working his way around the entire ring, licking and sucking and keeping him keyed up and needing. He drummed his feet against the mattress, trying not to just open his mouth and wail.
The strokes and nudges to his cock never stopped, never slowed, and he began to shake, his body overwhelmed.
“You still have more for me, don’t you.” Derek sounded so sure, his words less a question and more a statement of fact. “Come on. Let me have the rest so I can make love to you.” Derek licked the new drops from his belly and sucked more out of his cockhead.
“Please. I can’t….” He could trust Derek enough to be needy, for Derek to push him over the edge and follow through.
“You can, pet. You will. For me.” Derek cleaned his cock again, then looked at it closely. “I’ll know you’re done when I can clean your slit and nothing new leaks out.” Derek licked away the few drops that slid out of him at Derek’s words. “See? You’re still leaking. Still.”
“You’re making me. I’m yours.”
“Making you is the point.” Derek looked back down between his legs, at his hole, still touching his gland.
Everything took on a fuzzy hue, like his senses were compensating for the magnificent touches, putting all his attention on his cock and his hole.
“Look at how stretched you are, how pink and puffy. Your cock is still dripping. You do need this, don’t you?”
Derek wasn’t wrong. He hadn’t been touched by anyone since James died, until Derek had given him that first blow job the day he’d moved in. And since then he’d felt full—good, but overloaded with spunk.
“Come on, pet, you’re almost there, I can tell. And I want so badly to be inside you, to drive into you.”
“Please. Please, I want your cock. I want you to fuck me.”
“As soon as you’re dry, pet.”
He’d been testing, pushing, and Derek had passed with flying colors, keeping to his guns. It made him moan and buck, even more turned on, as impossible as that was.
Derek rubbed and rubbed, and he reached down, grabbed his nipples and pulled.
“Hey!” Derek stopped moving his fingers. “You aren’t allowed to do that.”
“No?”
“Pushing, pushing.” Derek waited for him to let go, then started touching again. “You can always beg me to either touch them or let you do it yourself. But there’s no touching unless I say so.”
“Yes, Master.” Utter pleasure flooded him and made him moan.
“Your cock is leaking again. You have to be almost empty at this point.” Derek hit his gland hard a few times in a row, making his entire body jerk. “You like it when I remind you that your body isn’t yours to touch—it’s mine. What would be the best punishment, I wonder? I think you like spanking too much for that to be anything but fun.”
He would let Derek discover that, ponder that, and make a decision about what would be the most effective.
“Something that cuts you off from touch, maybe….” Derek kissed him suddenly. “So far I haven’t had to punish you. You’re so different from Benny. I’m glad.”
“I’m me. I try to be good. I try hard.”
Derek nodded. “I can tell. And I like that. I like you. I try to be good too.” Derek kissed him, fingers twisting and stretching inside him, then hitting his gland a few more times. “Are you empty yet, Sawyer? Do I need to tug on all your rings to make sure?”
“Please. Please, I need help.”
“All you had to do was ask.” Instead of using his free hand to tug Sawyer’s nipple rings, Derek bent and took one into his mouth. Then he twisted as he pulled, yanking it good and hard, and Sawyer felt it all the way to his balls.
A huge drop of come oozed from his aching slit, his balls raw. Derek rolled his balls with that free hand, pushing them hard, squeezing them. He cried out and jerked, and his prick strained, another two watery pulses dribbling from him.
Derek’s fingers slid out of him, and then his lover cleaned him up with a cloth. “I think that’s about it, eh?” Derek pinched his cock, smiling as nothing came out. “My empty pet.”
All Sawyer could do was moan.
Derek slicked his fingers up again, and then pushed the lube into his ass. It was cool, a little bit shocking after the heat from Derek’s fingers, and he cried out, bucking. But not a drop slid from his cock.
“Oh, you’re on fire.”
“Will be for a day, at least.”
“Lucky me.” Derek didn’t linger in his ass, pulling his fingers out quickly before grabbing a condom and working it on. Sawyer turned over, offering his ass eagerly, wagging his hips, trying to get attention.
“On your back, pet. I want to see your face while we make love.” Derek kissed the base of his spine, then flipped him.
He grabbed his knees and tugged them back, spreading himself wide. Derek watched as he pushed his cock into Sawyer’s hole. Once he was seated, Derek looked up, meeting Sawyer’s eyes as he began to thrust.
Sawyer moaned softly, his body burning with use, thrumming happily. Derek found a pace, pushing into him over and over.
His prick was flagging, but the burn every time Derek slid past his gland was maddening and wonderful. Derek pushed harder, faster. Sawyer could read the pleasure in Derek’s face and knew it probably wouldn’t be long—his master so turned on already.
“Fuck me, Master. Make me yours.”
“You are mine!” Derek slammed in harder, bringing their bodies together with force.
“Yes!” He wanted to come again, wanted to touch himself, wanted to scream.
Finding his gland, Derek stayed right there, gaze holding his. Then Derek grabbed his cock, squeezing him tight as the fucking continued.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. You… I can’t….”
“Can’t what?” Derek asked. “Long as it feels good, that’s all that matters.”
“Yes. So good. It’s so good. The ache, the stretch.” He was babbling and he knew it.
“Uh-huh.” Derek nodded, pushing in even harder. His body was limned with sweat, his muscles working. He was gorgeous, moving above Sawyer.
Sawyer met each and every thrust, driving up toward Derek to give him pleasure. Derek groaned.
“Don’t want it to end.”
“No… it never has to end.”
“Can’t fuck you forever,” Derek noted. “But I can keep coming back to it.”
“Yes, Master.�
�� He’d meant more globally, but he understood.
Derek leaned in, kissing him. The change of position brought Derek’s cock up to his gland and pounded against it.
He gasped, scrabbling at Derek’s shoulders, cries winging from him. That was clearly Derek’s cue to stay right there and hit his gland like his cock was a hammer.
His entire body convulsed, electricity slamming through him, clawing up his spine.
“Yes!” Derek cried out in triumph and froze, face going lax.
He kept jerking restlessly, whimpering and exhausted. Derek collapsed down onto him, lips warm against his skin, the big hands sliding over his body, soothing him.
“Easy, pet. Breathe. You did so well.” Derek began to stroke his cock, sweet and slow. Derek was going to make him lose his mind.
The thrusting and sweet touches continued, Derek looking like he was going to keep pushing until Sawyer fainted from the pleasure.
God, he was a lucky man. Totally lucky and taken.
Chapter Twelve
BENNY BEBOPPED up the stairs to the front door, the smell of something good pouring from Sawyer’s apartment. Pot roast. Uhn.
Luke popped his head out of Sawyer’s apartment. “Hey, babe. We’re eating down here tonight.”
“Yeah? It smells good.” He went to Luke, reaching for that outstretched hand.
Luke took his hand and tugged him in for a kiss. “Welcome home, baby. Smile—it’s the weekend.”
“It is. Hey, lover.” He melted against Luke, catching a glimpse of Sawyer, naked and plugged and in Derek’s lap, writhing. “Whoa.”
Luke followed his gaze and chuckled. “Yeah, the kid is learning to be a Dom by leaps and bounds. I think he’s going to keep Sawyer very busy.”
“Was he naughty?” He sort of liked that idea, Sawyer being punished.
“You think he’s being punished?” Luke asked. “Trust me—he’s not being punished.” Luke ushered him in, locking the door.
“Bummer.” He winked.
Laughing, Luke took his hand and brought him into the living room. Luke sat. “Okay, Benny. Strip for me.”
“What? Before supper?”
“It’s in the slow cooker. We can eat whenever.”
Benny frowned at Luke and glanced over at Sawyer and Derek, who were wrapped up in each other. Derek whispered into Sawyer’s ear, and Sawyer went wild.
“What’s up, Luke?” He stayed in Luke’s arms, stayed close.
“We haven’t all played together since last weekend. And we haven’t really honestly played together.” Luke brought him in for another kiss. He opened up, moaning softly into his lover’s mouth. He was in a good mood, was ready for the weekend, was ready to play.
As they were kissing, Sawyer cried out, the sound full pleasure. Luke smiled and nuzzled him. “Sounds like they’re done.”
“What’s up with them?” he asked again.
Luke looked at him, one eyebrow raised. “They’re hot for each other.”
“Ah, I remember that,” he teased.
Luke chuckled. “Benny’s here, boys.”
Derek and Sawyer both looked over at him, Sawyer rather glassy-eyed.
“Hey.” Derek gave him a grin.
“Hello, Benny.” Sawyer looked utterly fucked.
“You guys finished for now?” Luke asked.
“My master didn’t get to come yet,” Sawyer noted.
Derek chuckled. “I was thinking I could get a blow job, actually.”
“Yes, Master.” Sawyer slid down between his thighs.
Derek groaned, spreading his legs wide, and Sawyer undid his top button.
Luke nodded at Derek. “You think Sawyer’s the only one who should get a reward like that?”
“No. I think Benny should suck me too.”
“Hey! You’re not my boss!”
“Benny.” Luke slapped the side of his ass. “No one said he was your boss, but I am your master, and I too think you should work his cock next to Sawyer.” Luke whispered into his ear, “You’ll look so hot.”
He pouted a little bit. “What about you?”
“Oh, the two of you can take care of me after you’re finished with Derek. As long as he gives you a good grade.” Luke’s smile was evil.
The temptation to pinch Luke was huge. Huge. He didn’t do it, because he was still in a good mood, but the temptation was there.
“Come on, boy. Help Sawyer suck me.” Derek sounded like he wasn’t all there, Sawyer licking at his cock like it was a Popsicle.
“Not your boy. You and me, we’re friends.” Luke was his Dom, dammit.
“Then come suck my cock already, Benny—you’re usually not shy.” Derek grinned at him. “Please, dude. I want to see you and Sawyer together. You’re so fucking pretty together.”
That was all he needed, that affection, that please. “Okay, man. Your prick is sweet as fuck.”
He moved to kneel beside Sawyer, clothed where Sawyer was naked.
Derek groaned, hands moving to slide through his and Sawyer’s hair. Sawyer stopped long enough to give him a little smile, but the guy still looked half-drugged from sex.
“You look well fucked.” He stole a quick kiss from Sawyer, whose lips were swollen and hot.
Their lips parted, and Sawyer gave him a blissed-out smile. “Uh-huh.” Then Sawyer turned back to Derek’s impressive cock and licked it from bottom to top.
“Lucky guy.” He took the other side, going the other direction.
“We had the day off,” murmured Derek, the words ending on a groan.
“Lucky guys,” Luke said.
“We’ve got the weekend to play, the four of us.” Derek reached down to pinch Sawyer’s nipple. “I milked him, Benny. I milked him hard, and he’s so needy.”
Benny’s eyes rolled back in his head. Oh fuck.
“Can you imagine that, babe?” Luke asked him. “What that would feel like?”
“It’s so good. I need so much, and I can’t,” Sawyer said.
He reached for Sawyer’s cock. “No?”
“No.”
“And that’s good?” Benny asked. He wasn’t entirely sure.
“God, yes.” Sawyer grinned. “Yes.”
Sawyer was half-hard, but he cried out in need as soon as Benny touched, beginning to fuck his hand.
“You don’t have my permission to do that,” growled Derek.
They both looked up at Derek, and his cock went hard in his jeans. Fuck.
“No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” Sawyer bent his head.
“I won’t punish you. This time. But don’t do it again without my permission. Either of you.”
“I won’t make you get in trouble,” Benny promised Sawyer. “Don’t worry. I’m not mean.”
Sawyer kissed him again, gently. “Thank you.”
“Stay on task, boys,” Luke told them.
“Yeah, my cock isn’t going to suck itself.”
Benny looked up, finding Derek trying hard not to laugh. He rolled his eyes playfully. “That was bad.”
Sawyer leaned down and began to wrap his lips around the shaft of Derek’s cock. He went for the tip, slapping the slit with his tongue.
“Fuck!” Oh yeah, Derek wasn’t laughing now.
He heard Sawyer hum, the sound pleased, satisfied. Sawyer headed south toward Derek’s balls, so he focused on the tip, on making Derek scream. He was good at this; he knew how to make it happen.
“God, the two of you are stunning,” Derek told them.
“Amen,” added Luke. “I love the plug sticking from Sawyer’s ass. It makes him push his ass out.”
“My pet has a stunning ass, doesn’t he?”
“It’s lovely. Soft and round. My boy’s ass begs to be pink and heated.”
Benny shook his head. He didn’t like the spankings. Sawyer, on the other hand, was busy moaning like a huge spanking slut.
“What? You don’t like it when I ask you to spread yourself and ask me to whip your hole, boy?”
He shook his head around Derek’s cockhead.
“Liar,” murmured Luke, whose voice was husky enough he knew the sight of the three of them was turning him on.
He pulled harder, moaning low, and Derek arched, pushing into his lips. “God….”
He could hear Sawyer licking and lapping at Derek’s balls, the noises sexy as hell, and Benny was turned on more than he wanted to be. It was hot, though, doing this with Sawyer, making Derek need hard.
“Kiss Benny, pet. Kiss him over the tip of my cock.”
“Yes, Master.” Sawyer licked his way back up, kissing Benny with barely hidden desperation.
Benny couldn’t help but kiss back, tongue sliding across Derek’s cock to get to Sawyer’s mouth.
Sawyer moaned into his lips, and he could see how Sawyer was thrusting, working the plug inside him.
Derek had him fucking wild and needy. It was impressive.
Benny couldn’t decide if he was jealous or grateful it wasn’t him. Or whether he wanted Derek giving Luke ideas or not. Who’d have thought the kid had it in him?
“Pay attention, Benny.” Derek’s voice had that growl in it again, and it sent shivers down his spine.
He slapped the tip of Derek’s cock, hard. Derek grunted, hips bucking and sending his cock deep into Benny’s mouth.
Benny pulled hard, then popped off, letting Sawyer take over for a few desperate sucks. They shared Derek back and forth like that, Derek moaning constantly.
“That’s it,” growled Luke. “You’ve got him now.”
He backed off as the heavy cock swelled, letting Sawyer have Derek’s spunk. Sawyer’s lips parted around Derek, and he moaned loudly, then began to swallow.
Benny found himself swallowing. He knew what that tasted like, how Derek’s spunk felt on his tongue. Still, Sawyer was bucking, fucking himself on the plug.
He looked to Luke.
Before Luke could say anything, Derek’s voice sounded. “Stop that, pet. Don’t make me punish you.”
“Master….”
“Over my knees, Sawyer. Now.”
Was this Derek?
Benny moved to Luke as Sawyer draped himself over Derek’s lap. Derek began to tap the base of the plug, over and over, making Sawyer sob and writhe. The man’s prick was between Derek’s legs, sliding with every movement. Sawyer was wild. Absolutely wild.
