Trust And Obey

by Ts McKinney

  “Remove my pants,” Brookes ordered.

  Landry stood frozen in the spot, his mouth watering from the vision of alpha male in front of him. Jericho Brookes had the sexiest body created by the good Man above. He’d been born to dominate…to fuck.

  “This is the obey part, kitten. I see you struggling.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, making his muscles bulge even more intimidatingly. “Remove. My. Pants.”

  Landry jerked forward and dropped to his knees in front of Brooke’s tree trunk legs. That gorgeous cock, long and thick, hung in front of him. The spongey head was so large Landry had to take a second to wonder how in the world it managed to fit inside of him…and feel so fucking good. Pre-cum dripped and Landry wanted to lick it away until he’d taken everything the man could give him. Veins, large enough to serve as ribbing like on a sex toy, decorated all ten inches of the weapon. The color was between a dangerous red and sexy purple. “May I?” He begged softly.

  “Shit,” Brookes muttered. “It isn’t what I’d planned but I sure as hell can’t say no when you ask so prettily. You may, kitten.”

  Landry shivered. Was it possible to be burning hot and shiver at the same time?

  His hands weren’t exactly shaking when they reached up to capture the prize, but they weren’t steady either. One hand wrapped around the base of Brooke’s throbbing cock and the other reached up to cup his lover’s plump balls. He tested their weight, rolling them and massaging them in his palm. He might not be a large man, much leaner and shorter than Brookes, but he didn’t consider himself small or petite by any measure. This much might be true, but he couldn’t help but notice that his hand couldn’t wrap completely around Brooke’s cock. No wonder this massive piece of flesh managed to massage every inch of his tight passage.

  He took the mushroom tip in his mouth, tightening his lips around the base of the head and suckled greedily, loving the taste of his lover. His lips licked and then dipped into the slit, greedily trying to get to every drop. He, until this moment, considered himself an expert cocksucker, if there were such a thing, but he was suddenly aware there was no amount of skill or experience in the world that would allow him to swallow the entire length down his throat.

  “Very good, kitten. Your lips look gorgeous wrapped around the head of my cock,” Brookes complimented. “Want to try for more?”

  Landry glanced up and there was a naughty twinkle in Brooke’s eyes. The cocky bastard must also possess the skill of mind reading because the look on his face told Landry he knew he’d just been imagining choking to death on that monster cock.

  Since his mouth was flowing over with manflesh, Landry had a good excuse for not rising to Brooke’s bait. Instead of answering with his voice, he answered with his mouth. He dipped his head, taking as much as he could manage before the mushroom tip bumped against the back of his throat. His eyes started watering, but he forced steady breathing through his nose and took a couple of inches down his throat. He’d never felt more stretched in his life.

  Part of him wished Brookes would grab him by the back of the head and force the cock completely down his throat—make him take it even when he thought taking it was impossible. The urge to be manhandled and forced was suddenly overwhelming. He was a whore. Whores could take monster cocks. It’s what they did…what they were good at. Wasn’t he a good whore? Hadn’t he always been able to force his body to take whatever men forced upon him?

  A disappointing thrill raced up his spine when he felt Brooke’s hands clutch the sides of his face. But, instead of forcing him forward, forcing the cock deep down his throat, he felt Brookes pulling out of his mouth. When he tried to move forward and capture the length and keep it from coming out of his mouth, Brookes held him firmly in place. The silky hardness slipped from his lips with an erotic popping noise escaping his mouth. Never in his life had he disappointed a Dom…and he’d just failed for the first time with the first one that might mean something to him.

  “You’re a very naughty kitten,” Brookes whispered as his hands still cradled Landry’s face. “Very, very naughty.”

  “I tried,” Landry answered softly. “I can take all of you. I promise. Don’t pull away from me – force it down my throat. I just need some help.”

  The rough pad of Brooke’s thumb wiped away the water leaking from Landry’s eyes. He forced Landry to look up at him. The gray eyes staring down at him held no condemnation, only the slightest hint of disappointment. That disappointment, however, ripped Landry’s pride to shreds. “Let me try again. I don’t want to disappoint you.” He hated how weak he sounded. Desperate. Pathetic.

  “Kitten, I’m not disappointed in you because you couldn’t deep throat my cock,” he admonished. He fisted the meat between his legs and swiped the head playfully across Landry’s pouting lips. “I was disappointed because I saw you go dark on me.”

  Landry frowned. “Dark? What do you mean?”

  “Your eyes, kitten. What were you thinking…when you should’ve only been thinking about pleasing me? You went somewhere dark. It was painfully easy to see in those beautiful eyes of yours. I don’t want you going there. Wherever it was, you never need to go there again.”

  Landry knew…in an instant, he knew what caused this darkness Brookes was referring to. He’d been calling himself a whore. He felt an inner glow begin to burn inside of him when he realized just how in tune Brookes must be with him if he’d noticed a change in his expression. The man standing over him was…different. He talked like a Dom. He walked like a Dom. Hell, when he was engaging in scenes with other submissives, he acted like a Dom. When he was with Landry, he acted like a lover.

  “Not going to share with me?” Brookes asked softly. “You can’t keep your secrets much longer, kitten. If this is going to be everything I want it to be, then we’re both going to have to be completely honest with each other…about everything.”

  “I’ll try,” Landry whispered. Could he?

  “I will, as well,” Brookes answered. Could he?

  Landry nibbled his lip, wondering if they were going to continue or if he’d ruined it for them both. They’d talked…Brooke’s cock was just as hard as it’d been before their chat. He licked his lips.

  “Want to keep playing, kitten?” Brookes asked.

  Landry’s eyes widened as Brookes fisted his own cock and gave it a few tugs. “Ummmm, yes, of course I want to keep playing,” Landry answered quickly, trying to catch the other man’s cock in his mouth…only to have it jerked away right before he could capture the prize.

  “Very good,” Brookes praised. “Take my pants off.”

  The same order as before. Landry had to assume he’d lost his opportunity for cocksucking. Hell and damnation!

  He lifted his hands and started working the tight leather past Jericho’s sexy ‘V’, past his ass, and then struggled to ease them past his muscled thighs. Fuck, but what kind of exercises did one do to have thigh muscles that fucking big? Since Brookes had shucked his boots earlier, Landry worked the pants completely off, folded them neatly, and set them aside. His hungry eyes soaked up Brookes’ masculinity…his scent. The huge cock in front of him was nestled against giant balls – the black hair around the package neatly trimmed and looking gorgeous enough that Landry wanted to bury his face in the magnificence of it all.

  “Suck the head clean and then we’ll get started,” Brookes ordered.

  Landry obeyed.

  When he’d finished…or when Brookes finally tugged the cock from his mouth and smacked it against his lips, he told him to move over to the only piece of sex furniture he’d never tried before. Shit. He’d been in the scene for years and this thing intimidated him. The positioning left the sub’s vulnerable spots truly exposed where he could be violated in numerous ways. He glanced down at his own dripping cock and admitted that being exposed and violated was right up his alley of fun.

  The contraption looked a lot like two balance beams situated closely together, with about two feet between them. T
he sub would be mounted in the center until their cock, balls, scrotum, and puckered hole were spread wide and glaringly visual in the open spot between the beams. He adjusted himself into place and when he thought he was situated, he yelped when Brookes pushed the button that would spread him just a touch wider. Of course.

  “Comfortable?”

  “Not exactly,” Landry answered, still trying to balance himself between the beams while he felt like he was being split completely asunder. Hell, he knew what came next but he still gasped when the machine started moving again, lifting the piece of furniture and him high enough into the air that his vulnerable spots were more easily accessible to the Dom.

  “Hands behind your head and balance, kitten,” Jericho ordered.

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Landry grumbled. Shit. Was he going to fail on his second scene of the night? At any given moment, he felt like he might take a tumble off the beams and break or damage something very important to him. He and Jagger had joked about one of them needing to try this baby out before it went primetime, but it turned out that neither of them possessed the courage. Instead of trying it out, he’d wasted time imagining sweet Jagger tied there while naughty Colton had his way with him. He wished now that he’d taken the time for some practice. First, he couldn’t deep throat and now he couldn’t balance.

  “Would you like me to put the bar in place above your head for you to hold to?” Brookes asked.

  There was a definite smirk on his face. He clearly enjoyed seeing Landry squirm and wiggle. Of course, glancing down, Landry had to admit it probably made for a very erotic picture. Every time he moved and tried to balance himself, his cock and balls dangled dangerously between the opening. He was fairly certain his puckered hole would clench and unclench, as well. A Dom’s wet dream….

  “Please,” he grumbled, hating to admit he needed help. “I haven’t mastered this one yet.”

  “Ah, haven’t mastered it yet? I see,” Brookes countered with a knowing gleam in his eyes.

  Landry was thankful the Dom decided to stop teasing and just step up on the platform next to the contraption and lower the bar he’d asked Landry about. Instead of allowing him to just use the bar as a grip, Brookes fastened his wrists into cuffs and attached them to the bar. Now there was no escaping…as if he’d want to.

  “More comfortable with the bar in place?”

  “Sure,” Landry offered. He was still pissed about having to use it. Hell, he’d imagined he had the skill of a gymnast, but needed the diaper bar to stay atop the contraption.

  A firm slap kissed his ass cheek, causing the sexy sound of leather spanking flesh to echo throughout the club. Landry considered laughing at Brookes for thinking a swat to his ass might bring him into the obedience category…was still contemplating it when another, much firmer, smack landed against his exposed balls. Now that hurt like a motherfucker.

  Landry smiled blissfully. A part of him had been afraid that Brookes was only going to either caress him with soft touches or fuck him into oblivion. Both of those were good, much to Landry’s surprise. At least on the caressing part, but he knew his body craved a firmer hand.

  Brookes possessed a firm hand. Landry’s balls could testify to that fact!

  “Sure, Sir,” Landry corrected obediently. He glanced over his shoulder to offer a sultry smile to Brookes. He fluttered his eyelashes playfully, begging for another kiss of leather.

  “You are so fucking sassy,” Brookes muttered, shaking his head. “Please don’t ever change. You are perfect, kitten. I like that you can be playful one minute, hiss the next, and then purr for me. My perfect little sub, sexy enough to keep my cock hard and strong-willed enough to keep me on my toes.”

  Landry basked in the praise. Most Doms he’d played with in the past didn’t like his sassy mouth…or misguided attempts to top from the bottom. Brookes seemed to enjoy, well, everything. With just those few words, he felt the endorphins begin to flow through his body. He’d been fucked in every position in the imaginary sex dictionary. He’d taken it rough, rougher, and the roughest possible. In all his years, he’d never once safeworded with anyone…nobody ever coming close to bringing him to his knees. He’d tasted all those things with countless men, but none of them praised anything other than his ability to take all the abuse they dished out to his willing body.

  He chuckled nervously, unused to such praise…completely at a loss on how to deal with it. “Yeah, I’m a real peach.” It’s where he always went—tearing himself down. Years of allowing your body to be used for the entertainment of others could do that to you, make you realize where your real value was.

  Brookes stepped off the platform and started to lovingly stroke Landry’s ass. “Easy, kitten. Don’t let your mind go anywhere without me, okay? Stay right here and focus on what I’m doing to you…and only me. I don’t need you thinking about the past. I only want you feeling what’s happening in the present. I’m the present.”

  Landry, wanting so badly to get another taste of what Brookes offered him their first night together, forced his dark thoughts away and focused on Brookes’ touch…on his words. Just for the sake of subspace, he allowed himself to believe the pretty words. He felt the tension slide from his body.

  “Very good, kitten,” Brookes praised again. “Very good.” The gloved hand continued stroking Landry’s heated flesh. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look in this position – so exposed to your Dom? Your cock, so stiff and red, stretched out into open space and begging to be stroked by my hand. Your balls, tight and full, dangling provocatively. They’re just begging me to spank them, kitten. Is that what you want? Do you want your balls spanked until you come all over yourself?” Brookes reached for Landry’s balls and gave them a tight squeeze, which ripped a moan from Landry. “Yes, you’d love that but you won’t come, will you? Not without permission, of course. You’ll just hang there, cock and balls exposed for me, and take whatever I want to give you…but you will not come.” He finally released the swollen balls but it wasn’t to give him a chance to catch his breath and try to focus. No, he went straight for his puckered hole, toying with the tight ring with his gloved finger.

  “Please,” Landry moaned. He tried to push back on the finger, impale himself on the digit, but Brookes wouldn’t allow it, pulling away when Landry pushed closer. “Please, Sir. Yes. Yes, I want you to do all that to me.”

  “I know you do…but you’re hanging here for my pleasure, aren’t you, kitten? This hole belongs to me.” He finally pushed a finger inside. It slid in easily from the lube they’d used earlier. Unfortunately, it slid out just as easily. Another disappointed moan from Landry. “It still looks rather tight right now but before the night is over, it is going to look sloppy and well used.”

  Landry bucked on the balance beams, causing his cock and balls to jiggle wildly in the air. He was sure he looked pathetically desperate, but Landry didn’t give a fuck. He was fucking desperate!

  He felt Brookes step away but he was back before he had a chance to worry about where or what the other man was doing. Any wondering he might have been about to participate in immediately vanished when he heard a buzzing sound. His ears perked up immediately.

  “You practically started purring the second you heard the toy singing,” Brookes remarked with a smile on his sexy lips.

  Landry took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but there was no stamping down his excitement. “Yes,” he answered honestly. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he’d been spanked while riding a vibrator…it was just the first time with Brookes.

  Everything intensified when Brookes was involved.

  Brookes ran his gloved hands down Landry’s back and across the taut globes of his ass. Landry responded with a shiver.

  “Beautiful,” he praised.

  Brookes teased the tip of the humming vibrator against Landry’s sac, causing a yelp of surprise to slip from Landry’s lips. The butterfly sensation moved away from his sac to slide the length of hi
s cock to finally rest at the small slit on the bulbous crown. The vibrator pushed against the opening and Landry felt like the moan that poured from his mouth started at the tips of his toes and traveled through his entire body. That slit, yeah, it was his sweet spot. He’d wanted to try sounding for years but hadn’t gotten up the courage yet. With the vibrator buzzing and pushing at the opening, he knew it was something he wanted to pursue further.

  With Brookes.

  “You like that, kitten?” Brookes asked in his husky voice. “Ever had that tiny hole fucked with a toy?”

  “Nnnno,” Landry answered in a shaky voice as visions of long metal objects being inserted into his urethra passed through his mind, causing his cock to become even harder and thicker. He’d rejected the sounding toys, that shipped to him, with a shudder in front of Jagger because he hadn’t wanted the more innocent man to be turned off by his desires. He had a feeling Brookes wouldn’t find it a turnoff.

  “I take it from your response that you wouldn’t mind trying it one day?”

  “If…if it would make you happy, Sir,” he answered.

  Brookes chuckled. “Come on, kitten. We know it would be for both of our pleasures. Imagine it, me behind you with my cock buried deep in your ass while I reach around and ease the metal rod inside your other hole. You’ll be nervous, probably try to jerk away, but that will only result in you impaling yourself even deeper on my cock.”

  His voice…the words. They acted like a sexy caress to the most hidden parts of Landry’s body.

  “When you realize there’s no escape, you’ll finally hold still, obediently, and allow me to steal your virginity.” The vibrator kept working the slit. “You’ll moan, and beg me to stop. You’ll swear it’s too much.” He kissed Landry’s sac as it dangled in the air. “But I won’t stop because I know how badly you really want it. You want your ass to be stuffed with my cock and your cock stuffed with my toy.”

  “Fuck, Brookes,” Landry hissed. The images and buzzing were suddenly threatening to be too much. He was feeling it everywhere—his perineum, hole, balls, and cock.