by Kelex
Chance’s breathing grew even more erratic, and after a few minutes, Linc felt Chance tensing. He quickly withdrew Chance’s cock from his mouth, squeezing the base tight. “Oh no, we’re not coming that quickly.”
Chance’s body shook. “You’re going to kill me.”
Linc laughed. “Over and over and over again before the night is through.”
Chance’s breathing leveled off a bit, and Linc released him. Leaning back in the chair, he grinned up at Chance. “How about you show me some love?”
Chance stared down. “What do you want?”
Linc grinned wickedly. “In all those years of having a crush on me, you didn’t envision having me all to yourself?”
Chance’s face grew beet red.
“So here’s your chance, Chance. I’m all yours. What do you want to do to me?”
Chance sucked in a deep breath before he lowered to his knees between Linc’s splayed thighs. Running his hands up Linc’s denim-covered inner thighs, Chance surveyed Linc’s body. With shaking hands, he unhooked Linc’s belt before attacking the fly.
“You like dirty talk so much, so why aren’t you talking dirty to me?”
Chance’s face flamed again. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“What’s going through your mind right now, getting me naked?”
“All I can wonder is… will you match up?”
Linc frowned. “Match up to who?” Was there another lover, one Linc would need to compete with? The idea made his jaw clench.
“To the you in my head,” Chance sputtered. “I’ve imagined what you looked like, bare assed. And I wonder which is better, but then, the real thing would have to be better, right?”
Chance’s gaze drifted up to Linc’s, and the excitement Linc saw there made him grow harder. He had no time to relax over the non-competition aspect, not when he saw the need in Chance’s gaze.
“You’ll have to let me know if the real me is better or not.”
“I’m sure it will be,” Chance said as he focused on unzipping Linc’s pants.
With a quick tug of Linc’s jeans, his cock popped out and received a shocked look from Chance. “I guess I should’ve warned you I didn’t have underwear on.”
Chance chuckled, his stare trained on one thing, and it wasn’t Linc’s face. “One less layer to take off, I suppose.”
“Am I big enough for you?” Linc asked his ass pig, needing to know if he’d measure up.
Chance nodded, licking his lips. The sight of the little pink tongue coming out to swipe across only made Linc want to taste the man again. He clenched the armrests, trying to control himself. He’d handed himself over to Chance, so he needed to let go. For now.
But he could assist in the dirty talk department. “Are you going to suck my cock?”
Chance nodded again, his lips falling open. He grabbed the waistband of Linc’s jeans and pulled them down more. Linc lifted his hips to assist. His balls joined his cock, out in the open and ready for play. Chance dragged Linc’s pants to his ankles before squirming closer between Linc’s thighs.
Chance grasped the root of Linc’s cock with one hand and collected Linc’s balls with the other. He weighed and measured them both, eyeing them closely. The intimate appraisal drove Linc mad with desire. He just needed Chance’s mouth on him, and soon.
“Do I measure up?”
Chance grinned. “More than measure up.” After the words were out of his mouth, Chance leaned down and swirled his tongue over Linc’s cock, just as Linc had done to him. He collected a drop of pre-cum on his tongue and swallowed it, a satisfied look crossing his face. “I want more of that.”
Linc growled, liking the sound of that.
Chance wasted no time. He leaned down and sucked in most of Linc’s cock in one deep-throated swallow. Linc came up off the chair, the sensation threatening his control. With another swallow, Chance had him down to his balls.
Linc’s body trembled as he pulled up his shirt to watch Chance go at it. He wasn’t a small man, and no one had ever deep throated him with that kind of ease before. He threaded his fingers through Chance’s hair, trying to gain the upper hand and control the pace. Chance, though, refused to be controlled. He greedily sucked Linc’s shaft, making slurping sounds as he gulped down Linc’s length. Linc’s head fell back on the chair as he sought to hold on and not give in.
Chance wouldn’t be denied. It was clear what it was he wanted and he wouldn’t calm until he had it. Linc held on to the arms of the chair and let Chance have what he needed. Seed churned in Linc’s balls, building as the sac tightened to the base of his cock. His heart thundered in his ears as he felt the surging electricity up his spine.
Chance licked him up and down, varying the tempo and the pressure. The man knew exactly how to push Linc to the edge, and when Chance began to massage Linc’s balls, Linc knew the end was near. He held on tight, not wanting to come so quickly.
Digging the fingers of one hand through Chance’s short locks, he roared as he pumped his hips up into Chance’s open mouth. Chance leaned back, his mouth open, capturing Linc’s thick load on his tongue. Linc growled and pumped another shot into Chance’s mouth, watching the seed land on Chance’s tongue and lips.
He couldn’t stop staring at Chance. The greedy pig wanted all of him and then some. In that moment, Linc realized Chance was again surprising him. To be so fearless in the face of desire—it wasn’t something Linc had expected from Chance. Not the man who always seemed so uptight and controlled when Linc was around him.
When he’d milked himself completely, Chance swallowed the load, a moan vibrating up his throat. As his eyes opened on a satisfied sigh, Linc shuddered. Chance’s delight helped keep Linc hard, although Chance’s grip on his cock helped as well.
“You are a dirty little pig, aren’t you?” Linc said, his voice hoarse. He toyed with Chance’s hair, tugging on it some.
Chance’s eyes narrowed with ire… as well as a little lust.
Linc leaned down and kissed Chance’s full, red lips, savoring the taste of himself on the man’s lips. “This isn’t the playground, and we aren’t kids. That name takes on a whole new meaning in this room, and you know it.”
Chance looked up at Linc, but didn’t say anything.
“You’re an ass pig, now aren’t you?”
Chance nodded his head, his face aflame. “I am.”
Linc gathered the sides of Chance’s face in his hands and forced Chance to look up at him. “Tonight, you’re my little ass pig, and I plan on satisfying all that need you have.”
Chance’s lids lowered, more heat flooding his face.
“There’s no reason to feel shame now. Not when you showed me your desire moments ago.”
Chance looked up at him, his eyes wide. “I’m a freak.”
Linc frowned. “No. You have needs, beautiful needs, which I plan to meet.”
Chance let out a sigh, his body relaxing some.
“I want you to get up on the bed, but I have a feeling we might be messy,” Linc whispered. “Where do you want to play, my little piggy?”
Chance quickly rose to his feet and walked across the room. After a dig into the closet, he returned with a latex tarp. He handed it to Linc and smiled. “We play wherever we want.”
Linc quickly pulled off his boots and jeans, before he unfolded the tarp with a grin and handed one side to Chance. “The bed it is.”
Once the bed was covered, Linc used his hand to urge Chance up. Chance crawled into the center of the bed, on his knees, awaiting direction.
“Lay down. On your back,” Linc said as he opened the bottle of lube Chance had left out. Chance’s stare never left Linc’s hands. He watched intently as Linc lubed up the fat plug. Linc noticed the indentation along the entire length of the plug and frowned in curiosity.
“That’s called ‘The Trench’,” Chance said.
“And what is ‘The Trench’ made for?”
“Room for a dildo… or cock… to slip pas
t easier.”
Linc grinned wider. “Then I’d say it’s the perfect toy for tonight.” Linc paused a second, looking around. “Where’s the dildo you used with it?”
Chance shook his head. “I didn’t.”
A pang of jealousy a mile wide struck Linc. “Who were you fucking last night?”
Chance’s eyes grew wide. “No one. Just because it’s made to use with something else doesn’t mean I used it.”
Linc’s grip lessened on the plug he suddenly realized he was squashing. I have no reason for jealousy. It’s just some fun. He continued to coat the plug before climbing on the bed near Chance.
Linc used his slippery fingers to coat Chance’s anus with a little lube before pressing the rounded tip of the plug against Chance’s ass.
“Ready?”
Chance nodded, his body tense.
Linc inserted the plug a few inches to get it started, then turned his attention to Chance’s face. Half-lidded, Chance’s face was an image of pure pleasure. His lips were parted, his shallow breathing rhythmic as Linc languidly filled Chance’s ass with the plug.
Once Chance was impaled, Linc stood back to look at the sight. He unbuttoned his flannel and tossed it to the floor. When he was completely nude, he gripped his cock and watched Chance writhing on the bed.
Chance moaned as he stared up at Linc. “How about joining me?”
Linc smiled. He reached down to the floor and dug into his jeans pocket, retrieving a foil packet. Within seconds, he was covered with the condom and ready to impale his little ass pig. He rejoined his new lover and moved between Chance’s thighs. Before he went any farther, Linc grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some into the trench of the plug.
Chance hissed with delight as he was flooded with the cool liquid.
“How’s that feel?” Linc asked as he guided his cock toward Chance’s waiting ass.
“Good,” Chance all but moaned.
Gripping the base of his cock, Linc pressed the head of his cock against Chance’s stretched anus and the plug. Aligned with the channel, Linc surged inside, the tightness of Chance’s filled hole making him groan in pleasure. The head popped past the tight band of nerves and Linc slowly sank balls deep inside his lover, both the plug and Chance’s ass gripping him tight.
Chance moaned the entire time, his back arching as Linc filled him to the brim with cock. When they were bound completely, Linc hovered above Chance, watching the look of lust filling Chance’s face.
“Still good?”
Chance’s eyes popped open and his stare met Linc’s. There was heat there, hot enough to roast Linc’s flesh.
“Wonderful,” Chance said, followed by a moan as Linc slid almost completely out.
Linc pounded back inside Chance and was rewarded by another loud moan. Chance’s moans were music to Linc’s ears—a sign of satisfaction. If anything, Linc liked to do a job right.
“How rough do you like it, Chance?”
“Hard. Fuck me hard.”
That was all Linc needed. He began moving, thrusting rapidly into Chance’s tight hole. The grip surrounding his shaft was mind-numbingly erotic, and he knew he would come too soon if he didn’t control himself. He slowed the pace some, and Chance groaned his dissatisfaction.
“I’m going to come too soon,” Linc said before kissing the inside of Chance’s leg.
“I don’t care,” Chance spat. His head rocked back and forth on the bed as Linc drove deep. “I need it hard, Linc.”
Linc didn’t give in. He tormented Chance by slowing even further, the gentle slide of his cock antagonizing his lover.
“Please,” Chance whispered as he reached up and pulled Linc’s hips closer. “I need more.”
Linc withdrew from Chance’s ass and rose from the bed. He was used to being in charge, and his needy little pig was trying to control the situation.
But then, wasn’t that Chance’s thing—control? Linc had seen it in the way Chance did business.
“Where are you going?” Chance said, sitting up.
Linc glanced at the closet door, still sitting ajar. He was sure there had to be more treasure in there besides the tarp they now used. Linc walked over, ready to invade the stash. “What else do you have in here?”
“No!” Chance yelled, jumping off the bed. He collided with Linc, who spun them both and pinned Chance to the wall beside the closet. Chance was breathless, but he had enough steam to talk. “Please don’t. That’s private.”
“And having my cock in your ass isn’t?” Linc moved to the door and opened it wide. “How can I give you all the pleasures you need unless I know what you’re into?”
Linc saw a large basket on a middle shelf in the closet, a hint of leather peeking out over the rim. “What’s in here?”
“Just some different plugs.”
He drew the basket down and looked through. Most of the toys inside were various plugs as Chance had claimed, but there were also other items still in packaging. One was a set of bed restraints that Linc knew needed to be broken in.
“Here we go. Exactly what I was looking for.”
Chance followed Linc to the bed as Linc removed the restraints from the packaging. Linc lifted the whole mattress off the box springs, laid the restraints on, and put the mattress back on without breaking a sweat. He turned to look at a shocked Chance and grinned. “Now get your ass up on that bed.”
Linc watched as Chance climbed back onto the bed, the black of the plug peeking out from between Chance’s ass cheeks. The sight of it there made Linc suck in a breath, need throbbing in his cock.
Ignoring that rising need, he made quick work of getting Chance’s hands bound. A shiver raced up his spine as he looked down at a bound Chance, looking up at him with lust. “Now we do it my way.”
Instead of climbing back into bed, Linc returned to the closet.
“Hey, I told you that was private.”
Linc ignored Chance’s grumbling and dove deeper into the closet, finding a plethora of sex toys. Most were still in the box, unopened.
“What’s the point of having all this if you’re not going to use it?”
Chance didn’t answer.
Linc knew he was probably crossing a line with Mr. Control Freak, but Chance had to let go if he wanted to have a good time. And Linc liked knowing what got Chance off. Most of what he found were plugs and dildos, but when he glanced at the spreader bar in the back of the closet, he knew he needed to add it to their fun.
He walked out of the closet holding it and saw Chance’s eyes grow even wider.
“That’s an invasion of my privacy, Linc. I don’t appreciate you digging in my closet.”
Linc climbed on the bed and put one of Chance’s ankles into a cuff at one end of the bar. “How am I supposed to satisfy you if I don’t know what you’re into? Instead of spending weeks trying to find out what someone’s kinks are, your closet spoke volumes.”
Chance’s eyes narrowed. “That’s part of the get-to-know-me thing, those weeks of pushing boundaries a little at a time. It’s also how trust is earned.”
Linc placed Chance’s other ankle into the last cuff before using the attached chain to tie Chance’s ankles to the headboard, rounding Chance’s back and putting the man’s ass into the perfect position for Linc.
“You don’t trust me?” Linc asked, pulling to test the restraint. “Then why did you let me bind you to the bed?”
Chance’s lips moved, but no sound came out.
“Could it be that you wanted me to push past your boundaries and make you do what I wanted—because you want the same thing?”
Chance’s face turned dark red once more. Linc realized he liked the sight of the man’s blushes.
“Am I right, Chance?”
“No!” Chance blustered. “Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t been able to think straight since you got here, which is making me wonder if this isn’t a big, stupid mistake.”
Linc shook his head. “Definitely not a mistake. Unless you
count the time it took to get here.”
Linc grasped the root of his cock and pressed it back against the plug in Chance’s ass. He surged inside once more, the sound of Chance’s low, guttural moan growing louder the deeper he became. The plug stretched Chance even wider.
Balls deep, he looked down at his bound lover. Linc was in his element. Sex was his thing, dirty, hardcore sex. He made men feel good, real good. And it was well past time he made Chance feel wonderful.
He drove into Chance’s ass, giving Chance exactly what he’d asked for—a good, rough fucking. Linc pummeled Chance, the tight grip of Chance’s body driving him to the edge of reason. Chance’s moans grew louder and louder, his body coated with sweat as he writhed under Linc.
Linc reached down and rubbed his thumb over Chance’s bottom lip, forcing the man to look up at him. He captured Chance’s stare, needing that connection as he pounded into Chance’s body. He wanted to see Chance’s desire, his need, fulfilled.
Chance tensed under him, his cries of pleasure loud. Linc loved the sound, knowing he was giving his lover everything. Responsiveness was as erotic as the dirty talk Linc loved so much. That responsiveness also helped fulfill a need within Linc. He needed to see the look on Chance’s face when the man came.
Linc gripped Chance’s cock in his hand as he continued to give the little ass pig a rough time. Chance’s body surged, almost throwing Linc off, but Linc held tight. Chance came with a strangled cry, the muscles of his throat tight as he screamed. A long, thick burst of seed flew from his cock and landed on his clenched abs.
All this, Linc glimpsed from his peripheral vision.
His sights were set on Chance’s face.
He’d witnessed the controlled man shatter and come apart under him, and that vision had been gorgeous.
Linc milked his lover’s cock as he continued to pump his cock into Chance’s body, harder than ever. Knowing he’d given such pleasure only pushed him past the point of no return. He fucked Chance hard, sweat beading off his body from all the rough play.
