"Uh-huh.” Dal tightened as his fingers moved closer and closer to the clamped nipples. “Easy..."
He laughed softly as his fingertips circled the aureoles. “Easy? It isn't in our vocabulary, baby."
Dillon closed his eyes as Dal's ass muscles worked his cock, the man's entire body shuddering at his touch. So fucking sensitive. So fucking hot. He let his finger flick out and hit the clamp on Dal's nipple, reveled in the hiss, and the way Dal's ass stopped fluttering and went impossibly tight around his cock.
"I'm going to plug you,” he told Dal. “And I'm going to wrap your cock in leather. And then I'm going to make you scream for me, again and again.” Dal would be so beautiful, plugged and clamped, the white corset offsetting the dark blood-filled skin of Dal's bound cock and clamped nipples.
"I. I. Fuck. Lover...” That tone of voice let him know how quick Dal was coming back, how ready his toy was to play and be played with.
"You know it, baby.” He laughed, one hand finding Dal's cock again, the other torturing first one clamped nipple and then the other. “I hope you cancelled your meetings tomorrow."
Dal nodded, humping his hand, chest jerking away from his touch.
His own cock was still hard within Dal's body, the scent of sex and Dal and leather combining to make his head spin. He pulled out suddenly, and flipped Dal over onto his back, pushing the long legs back as he sank back into that perfect heat.
Those sensitive titties were red and swollen above the leather, Dal's ass blazing against his thighs.
"Fucking gorgeous, baby.” Bending Dal double, he brought their mouths together, took the kiss he wanted, wild and heated. And then took another before starting to thrust again, the drag of Dal's flesh around his cock making him shudder.
Dal's hands stroked over his own belly, fingers rasping on the leather, squeezing it just that much tighter. Dillon groaned and thrust harder, his hand joining Dal's, sliding over warm fingers and the beautiful leather. He'd never seen anything like this man. Ever.
The little reddened nipples called to him and, bending, Dillon took one of the clamps off with his teeth, tongue lapping at the abused flesh as the blood came rushing back into it.
Dal screamed, twisted, so alive and wanton as that fucking ass squeezed his prick. Fuck, yes. Dal's ass was so hot around him, and tight. So good. He moved slowly, thrusts long and deep. He blew on one little red nipple, and then sucked on it, loving the way Dal moved with each new sensation.
"The other one. God. Do the other one.” Demanding little shit. Fuck, how he loved it.
Dillon chuckled and blew on the other nipple. “I don't know, it looks kind of pretty with that little gold clamp holding it..."
"Don't make me hurt you.” He could see Dal's heartbeat in the motion of the clamp.
He chuckled again, the sound joining with needy breaths that Dal took, each one moving the sweetly bound chest.
He made his lover wait another moment and then he leaned in and removed the second clamp as well. Dal arched, fingers moving to rub the poor bit of flesh, that ass working his prick furiously.
He rode it out, hips moving with short, sharp movements that matched Dal's frantic ones, just watching the beautiful body move and writhe. Pale flesh, white corset like a part of Dal...
"Please. Please, love. I. I need. You have to help me..."
"Have I ever left you wanting? For more than a few hours...” He winked, but also wrapped his hand around Dal's cock, stroking. The hot silk slid along his palm, the drops at the tip spreading, slicking the way.
"A weekend once. I thought I would ... Oh. Oh.” Dal's eyes rolled back, hips pumping, cock raw and red in his grip.
He roared, the memory of that weekend suddenly sharp and clear in his mind. His balls had ached for a full week after that weekend. He tightened his hold on Dal's prick, determined to bring his lover with him.
"Now, Dal. Or not until tomorrow.” The words growled from him as his fingers squeezed the red prick hard, his hips snapping as he shot.
"N ... now!” Dal convulsed, heat pulsing from that poor, worked cock before Dal settled on the sheets, eyes rolling, limbs limp as noodles.
Groaning, he pulled out and collapsed next to Dal. He turned, rubbing the come into the leather that covered Dal's fine skin.
"Beautiful,” he murmured, nibbling at Dal's neck, nuzzling and licking and enjoying the lassitude that filled him.
"Missed you, yeah?"
Warmth went through Dillon and he nodded, nuzzling against Dal's neck, just breathing in the scent of skin and leather and sex. “I know. I missed you, too.” It had been ages since they'd last seen each other, last done this. Too long.
"Yeah, but we've got the weekend, yeah?” Dal wiggled a little, hummed. “Room service, no phone, just us and the toy box."
He nodded, fingers stroking Dal's leather covered belly. “Fuck, yes. And I have such plans for that ass of yours and the toy box. I promise you that."
"Mmmhmm.” Dal nodded, eyes closed, nearly asleep, chest just moving above the corset.
Perfect time to fill that sweet ass up and keep it ready for him.
Contributors’ Bios
Rob Knight
Rob Knight, animal lover and avid reader of erotic fiction, was thrilled to be able to gather the stories in the Shifting anthology together in one book. Rob enjoys travel, pets, and bad B movies, and hopes to edit more anthologies for Torquere Press in the future. www.theknightwords.com/
Sean Michael
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and persuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.” Check out Sean's webpage at www.seanmichaelwrites.com/
M. Rode
M. Rode loves winter, being a canuck and watching boys of all sorts rub together. M. has edited various anthologies for Torquere Press.
Vic Winter
Heat in real life is the bane of Vic's life, whose favorite season is winter, and Vic's life is far more mundane than fiction. But when it comes to fiction, the hotter the better is Vic's motto. Make it romantic, make it sexy, make it erotic, but definitely make it hot. Visit Vic's in progress website at www.stemsandfeathers.org/vwinter/index.html
Toy Box: Corsets
Edited by M. Rode
The White Corset copyright © 2007 by Vic Winter
Personal Fitting copyright © 2007 by Rob Knight
Secret Skin copyright © 2007 by Sean Michael
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ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-025-2
ISBN-10: 1-60370-025-0
Torquere Press, Inc.: Toy Chest electronic edition / May 2007
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