by Jenna Byrnes
“Fair enough. Let’s clean these dishes up and I’ll decide if you’ve been sufficiently punished or not.”
Trey groaned, but tried not to show his frustration to the Dom. Happy and agreeable was the path to orgasm, he knew this guy’s type all too well.
Hawk helped him load the dishwasher. “So Carter’s always been a Dom? He said he switches occasionally. Does it happen very often?”
“No,” Trey said truthfully. “I’ve never seen him submit to anyone before today. I think it kind of freaked him out.”
“He was a natural, and I have to say I enjoyed it. Does he always need alcohol to take the edge off, though?”
Trey thought about that. “More so, lately, as things have gone downhill. It bothers me, but usually we’re at home and he doesn’t have to drive. He says it’s no big deal, and I have to believe him.”
“I hope he’s right.” Hawk reached in the drawer and pulled out several foil packets and some lube. “And I hope you’re ready to play. I want to fuck your sweet, tight ass. But first, I want you to fuck mine.”
Trey blinked. “Seriously? You know I’m going to shoot in, like, five seconds, right?”
Hawk frowned. “Role-playing has resumed, slave-trey. And if you go to the trouble of greasing my ass and only stay in there for five seconds, I hope it’s a damn good orgasm. Because it’ll be your last this week, I promise you that.”
“Yes, Master.” trey lowered his gaze to the floor. The next half hour was going to be painful. He needed to think about something un-sexy, to keep his climax at bay.
“Strip, and I’ll release your puny, pathetic cock.”
“Thank you, Master.” He scrambled out of his clothes and set them aside. Without being told, he gathered Hawk’s things, folded them, and placed them aside as well.
“Here.” Hawk snapped his fingers.
trey moved in front of him, grimacing as his Dom unfastened the pouch and fondled his shaft. “Aw, look at the sticky mess you’ve made. Pre-cum all over my nice leather pouch. Clean it up, slave.” He shoved the thing in trey’s mouth.
The pouch cleaned up easily. The hardest part was concentrating on anything but the smooth, dark hands massaging his cock and balls.
“So heavy, so full. Perhaps your cock isn’t that puny and pathetic after all.”
“Thank you, Master.” trey’s mind raced, the periodic table of elements popping into his mind. Hydrogen, helium, lithium…
Hawk fingered the tight balls in his hands. “These feel like they could erupt at any moment. Don’t let it happen, slave. You may like the climax, but I guarantee you won’t like what happens after.” He circled the tip of trey’s cock then pinched it hard.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry.” Hawk batted his eyelashes as he stood. “Bring that stuff to the bedroom. You’ll be taking me missionary style, so you can play with my cock as you ride me.”
trey hurried to do as ordered. He loved missionary style, which was going to make holding out that much harder.
On the big bed, Hawk threw back the covers then flopped onto his back, spreading his thick thighs.
His erection had to be permanent, trey decided. No matter when he looked at it, the thing was rock hard. He licked his lips and flicked his tongue over the tip on his way to settling between Hawk’s thighs.
“Mmm, can’t resist, eh? Go ahead, suck it for a minute. Your mouth certainly pleases me.”
“Thank you, Sir.” trey latched on hungrily, licking and sucking the thick organ. Beryllium, boron, carbon… The next element escaped him, but he needed to keep thinking. Anything to keep from becoming overexcited. Hawk’s massive cock caused an instant hard-on, probably for everyone who had the pleasure of seeing it. Not becoming aroused was the real trick.
Before he could really latch on, Hawk drew up his knees. “Enough for now. Lube my ass.”
He complied, inserting one finger then a second and working them in circles. The third finger caused his Master to shift, and he knew he’d hit the spot. Removing them, he ripped open a foil packet and hurriedly greased his freshly sheathed shaft. Nudging the tip to Sir’s anus, he pressed forward.
“Yeah. Good.” His Master smacked his lips.
Halfway in, he pulled back until just his cockhead was submerged, then drove deep. His shaft was fully seated in one fell swoop.
For a brief second, his Master’s eyes rolled back in his head.
That was definitely the desired reaction. slave-trey smiled. He dragged his hands over Sir’s hard stomach before clutching his knees, using them to steady himself and thrust harder, deeper. Wrapping the fingers of one hand around the man’s erect shaft, he held it like a saddle horn as he rode his bucking bronco.
Hawk’s obvious pleasure satisfied him immensely. Suddenly he stopped worrying about not coming and focused on how much joy he could provide his lover. They bucked together for what seemed like an eternity, when his Master caught his eye and smiled. “This feels incredible. Go ahead and come whenever you want. Don’t jack me off, though. I intend to fuck you next.”
The idea of the massive shaft up his ass sent trey over the precipice he’d been seesawing on for hours. Wave after wave of hot cum pulsed from his body, into the ass of the handsome hunk. Shivers and sparks shot through him. The intense orgasm felt like it would never end. He’d never admit it, would deny it if asked, but withholding climaxes made them that much better when they finally happened. slave-trey panted, gasped, and finally sighed with pleasure and relief.
Hawk extended his arms, and once his cock was disengaged, trey fell into the warm embrace. The big man kissed his face and head, everywhere he could reach. “Feel good, precious?”
“So good,” he agreed.
“The waiting made it even better, didn’t it?”
“No, Sir.” He closed his eyes and smiled, nuzzling his face in the dark hair on Hawk’s chest.
His Master chuckled, body rumbling. “Lying little slut. You’d better be careful, the welts on your ass aren’t healed from your first spanking. Seems to me you might be asking for another.”
The sting of his ass had made his orgasm that much sweeter. trey wasn’t convinced another spanking would be a bad thing. The idea was sounding better and better. “Whatever you think is necessary, Sir. My body is here for your pleasure.”
Hawk hugged him tightly then rolled them over to switch places. “I intend to take my pleasure now, my sweet little subbie. Bend your knees and prepare your own ass. I love to watch.”
He did as requested, feeling the squirt of cool lube Hawk plunged into his anus. trey prodded and stretched his own hole, in preparation for receiving what he’d affectionately nicknamed ‘the monster’. He remembered how sated Carter had been after being fucked by Hawk, fucked so well that he could hardly walk afterwards. He craved that for himself. “Ready, Master.”
The Dom jabbed three fingers deep and when they went in, made the five-finger cone and shoved it in past his knuckles. “Mm, you are ready, my little ass slut. I’m going to fuck you good.”
“Please, do it.” trey never remembered sounding so needy. He could see how Carter had been lured into begging for the huge, thick shaft. At this point, he’d chew nails to get what he craved so badly. “Please,” he repeated, now full out begging. “I need it.”
“And I need to give it to you.” Hawk pressed trey’s knees against his chest and worked the tip of his cock into the wanton anus. “The head is in. Relax while I go deeper.”
A deep burning sensation filled him. His ass grew numb and lost all feeling for precious long moments. When his nerves kicked back in, he screamed from the pain.
Hawk froze. “Take it easy. We’re almost home.”
“No more! I can’t take it!”
“Did you want to use your safe word? Say banana, or just say yes, and I’ll stop.”
Tears streamed his face, but trey shook his head. “No, Master. Keep going. I want to see if I can take it all.”
“That’s my boy. Of c
ourse you can.” He squirted another healthy shot of lube in the general area and worked himself in and out. “Going for it, now. Damn, babe, you’re sucking me right in. Your ass decided if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.”
Burning pain was replaced by erotic, frenzied heat. His anus burned like fire, and that was the way he wanted it. “Oh, yeah. God, yes! Fuck me, Hawk! Fuck me hard, all the way, with that massive prick.”
His Master obliged and was soon groaning and gritting his teeth. “Fuck, yeah. Gonna come in this nice, tight hole.”
“Come on,” trey encouraged. “Fill me up. Bust through the rubber and drown me with your cum.”
Hawk grunted and groaned and came explosively and loudly.
trey was right there with him. Three jacks of his shaft had another round of spunk coating both their stomachs with his renewed desire.
His Master’s stamina outlasted his. Hawk pumped until trey thought he’d be raw. He withdrew his cock but barely shifted his position. They’d started kissing and neither was in a hurry to come up for air.
Much later, they made their way to the shower and cleaned up together. trey could barely walk and he wasn’t sure he’d need to come again for a week. Remarkably enough, Hawk’s cock inflated in the shower and trey spent the last of the hot water sucking the man until his king-sized shaft had been milked dry.
They dried off and made their way to the sofa, where they continued kissing, arms and legs entwined. “I’m sorry for what happened,” Trey finally murmured between tongue jabs.
Hawk ran his hands over Trey’s smooth face. “What could you possibly have to be sorry for, sweetness?”
“I called you Hawk while you were fucking me. I didn’t mean to. I was caught up in the frenzy of it all.”
The big man laughed. “Not sure I noticed. I was caught up, too. Role-play is over, Trey. Call me anything you want. As long as I can hear the sound of your voice I’ll be in heaven.”
Trey ran a thumb over Hawk’s cheek. “A guy could get used to your sweet talk.”
Hawk smiled. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
* * * *
Carter poured himself a stiff drink and carried it to the living room. He flopped into his recliner and kicked his feet up. The house was quiet without Trey. Too quiet. He’d been drunk the night before and hadn’t noticed. Tonight he was wired and wound tighter than a clock spring. There was no way he’d get to sleep without a friendly little sleep aid.
He pounded back the drink and grimaced as the bourbon burned going down.
Going down.
Every thought turned sexual, back to Trey and the big, muscular man who was probably fucking him at that moment. Yuma Nighthawk was funny, handsome, and had a body made for sex. Carter could enjoy more time spent with the super stud, but it would never happen. Hawk was too alpha, and Carter wasn’t meant to be dominated. Their one sexual encounter had been dynamite, but he couldn’t envision it happening again. Wouldn’t let it happen again.
Carter Perry crawled for no man, not even one with a cock the size of Texas.
I’m The Annihilator. People grovel and crawl for me. That’s the way it is.
He polished off his drink and several more, flipping through TV channels mindlessly. Anything that helped get his mind off Trey and Hawk, and what they were possibly doing to each other at that very moment. Jealousy burned hotter than the bourbon. Despite what his lover had told Hawk, Carter and Trey were very much in love, and had been in a committed relationship for nearly three years. And yet, I bartered him away. He shook his head.
He understood why Trey had fabricated the lie. Hawk was an imposing figure and Trey wasn’t. His sub had been trying to protect himself. Carter felt like a shit—he should be the one protecting his submissive. He’d been so damned sure that the full house was a winning hand, he hadn’t spent much time considering the consequences if he lost.
He gulped two deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Everything is okay. Trey’s safe. Hawk is a good man. Carter felt sure he wouldn’t hurt a fly, let alone his amenable partner. And Trey wasn’t as delicate as Carter treated him at times. He’d more than proven he could handle himself in an untested situation.
Carter smiled. His slave loved a good ass-whoopin’, and misbehaved regularly to make sure he was adequately disciplined. He’d gotten off on the punishment as much as Hawk and Carter had. Carter just hoped the Dom had allowed Trey to climax. It’d be a long week if he’d been denied release. He’d be itching to go when he got home, that was for sure. And Carter wouldn’t mind being the one to offer him relief.
He rubbed his crotch a couple of times, but do-it-yourself didn’t hold much appeal. His glass was empty, and he needed another drink.
Returning to the kitchen, he found the bourbon bottle empty. Enraged at himself, at the situation, being home alone with nothing he could do about it—and now I’m out of bourbon!—Carter growled. He grabbed the bottle and flung it across the room. It took a chunk out of the sheetrock wall before shattering, sending shards of glass flying in all directions.
He slumped onto the floor, laughing until tears fell, then his world went black.
* * * *
Trey opened his eyes. Slivers of the morning sun peeked in through a small opening in the drapes. The room was otherwise dark and cool. The home owners kept the place at a fairly frigid temperature at night, he’d noticed. Feeling body heat radiate off the sleeping man behind him, Trey understood why. Hawk was a big, muscular guy.
On his side, he pressed his ass backwards into the curve of the bigger man’s body. As expected, the erection he found there reacted, nudging his butt cheeks.
Hawk slid an arm over Trey’s side, the hand resting on his naked hip. The hunk sighed and mumbled something incoherent.
Trey could tell he was still asleep. He wished he was lying on his other side so he could study the man in slumber. Hawk was a mystery to him—besides being a sex machine, he couldn’t quite figure out what made the guy tick. He butt-nudged the morning wood again and smiled. For now, sex machine was enough.
The second bump got Hawk’s attention. His hand curled around Trey’s waist and pulled him close. Nuzzling his neck, Hawk murmured, “Good morning.”
“Mm, good morning.” Trey bent his head to allow better access.
Hawk placed a trail of kisses along the exposed neckline. “You’re nice to wake up to.”
Trey wiggled his rear, anxious for more time with the huge cock. “Exactly what I was thinking. Right back at’cha.”
As Hawk rolled Trey onto his back, his sleepy face slowly split with a wide grin. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you. Hold that position, I’ll be right back.” He rose and padded into the bathroom.
Trey took the opportunity to hurry into the other bathroom, using the toilet and freshening up before quickly brushing his teeth. He flopped back into bed as Hawk exited the master bath.
The tall man gazed at him with lust-filled eyes. Without losing eye contact, he removed some things from the nightstand and tossed them on the bed next to Trey.
He didn’t want to break their connection, but Trey couldn’t keep his eyes off the delectable cock, either. He glanced quickly and spotted a rubber and lube. His gaze then went to the huge, now fully erect cock headed in his direction. His own shaft rose and lengthened in response.
Hawk dropped to the bed, nudging Trey’s knees open and settling between them. “You look good enough to eat. So I think I will.” Latching onto Trey’s cock, he sucked the head between his lips.
Trey gasped then gyrated his hips, aching for more. Hawk’s mouth felt like velvet against his skin. He’d given and received plenty of blow jobs, but there was something so sexual about Hawk—everything felt different with him. More intense, more pleasurable, more of everything good he’d ever imagined. “Perfect,” Trey sighed. “Damn, that feels amazing.”
Hawk pulled back to speak. “Come in my mouth. Shoot your spunk down my throat. After that, I’m going to fuck your tight, swe
et hole. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking like a cowboy all damned day.”
Shivers of delight ran down Trey’s spine. “Yes! I want that more than anything.” Tingles of electricity shot out from where Hawk’s lips and tongue worked him over. He flailed his head from side to side. “Yes, so good. So good.”
“Come on,” Hawk mumbled, his mouth full of flesh. “Come for me, baby.” He latched on and sucked with all his might.
One finger snaked into Trey’s anus, roughly forcing entrance with no lubricant. Trey gasped and shattered, coming in waves that were so intense he thought he’d bolt right off the bed.
Hawk stayed with him, milking every drop until both men had beads of sweat on their skin. He climbed up Trey’s body, pressing wet kisses along the way. He tongued Trey’s belly button and flicked each nipple before wrapping him in a bear hug and kissing him deep.
Trey sank into the kiss. The man had all the right moves, that was for damn sure. He seemed to know exactly what felt the best, precisely what Trey needed and desired at any given moment. Running his hands through Hawk’s long hair, he urged him closer, wanting more, desperate for as much as he could get.
Hawk groaned and kissed him harder, the rough scrape of his beard bruising Trey’s face.
He didn’t care, he needed to feel everything this man could make him feel. Each sensation caused more ripples of desire. His blasted cock, just emptied, was hardening again. Trey thought he finally understood how Hawk seemed to walk around with a constant hard-on. He oozed sexuality. He brought out the same feeling in whomever he was with. Trey had seen it in Carter’s eyes when they had fucked. He’d felt it himself. There was something special, something amazing about Yuma Nighthawk. Something he wasn’t ready to let go of.
Trey’s eyes popped open and he panted for breath. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard so I can feel every inch of it. I want you inside me, now.”
Hawk’s eyes filled with lust again. “I want that, too.” With care and speed, he rolled on a condom and greased his shaft at the same time that he lubed Trey’s anus. Four fingers prepped the hole and when his lover deemed him ready, Hawk climbed to his knees and nudged his cockhead forward.
