by Kora Knight
And then Scott was back, hot body pressed to Tad’s. “So fucking hard for you.” His incredibly low timbre vibrated up Tad’s spine. Tad shivered. How could a simple voice do that to him? On the other hand, maybe he didn’t want to know.
Scott palmed his cheek and spread him nice and wide. His other hand, Tad presumed, was gripping Scott’s ready cock. A lubed, firm head nudged Tad’s entrance.
Scott sucked in a breath. “Can’t wait to watch my cock disappear inside you.”
Tad moaned, envisioning things from Scott’s point of view. And fuck if it didn’t make his own dick reel.
“You know what to do, babe.”
Holding his breath, Tad braced and bore down. Scott’s crown began breaching him, spreading him so much wider than before. Oh shit. Too big. Tad stiffened, a spike of fresh fear roaring to life. Everything went still.
“Relax,” Scott rasped before cursing. “Fuck, you’re tight. Push out, baby, just like before.”
Warily Tad did, and holy shit, it stung like a mother. The guy must be huge. Thank fuck Tad hadn’t seen his dick. He’d have chickened the fuck out and opted for more flogging. Slowly, so slowly, Scott pressed himself deeper, Tad’s pucker protesting around his thick, blunt head.
“Almost… past… the ring,” Scott grunted.
Tad’s jaw dropped. That was it? Son of a bitch. He pushed harder. The ridge of Scott’s crown slipped past with a snick, and damn, if the sound wasn’t sensual as shit. Too bad he couldn’t savor it longer. At the moment he was more than a little busy struggling not to squirm.
Scott moaned, both hands anchoring on Tad’s hips. “Past the hard part. All downhill from here.”
“Yeah?” Tad panted.
“Eh. Not really.”
Tad rolled his eyes, then winced as Scott eased himself deeper. The further he sank, the more restless Tad became. Already he felt unbearably full, but knew Scott was far from done. Thankfully, though his slick ring continued to strain, the burn never got too bad.
Scott’s crown reached Tad’s prostate, but didn’t stop, instead grinding across it as it made its way by. “Unnngh-UH!” The last of Tad’s groan came out on a burst. Licking bliss tore up his channel and straight into his dick. Blood pumped furiously along the veins of his shaft, his sack fighting futilely to lift. But that fucking ball ring wouldn’t yield at all. Tad grimaced, pelvis writhing.
Scott growled and gripped his hips tighter. “Fuck, Tad. The way your ass is letting me in… Accepting me… Swallowing me down… I’ve never seen anything so hot.”
Tad moaned, his bound hands fisting open and closed. No way could he formulate a response right now. Even if just to say thanks. He was pretty sure that was a compliment, after all. He’d have to store Scott’s sentiments away and contemplate them later.
Scott’s groin and thighs pressed up against Tad’s ass, his shuddering exhale reaching Tad’s back. Tad hissed, suddenly so jam-packed he was almost afraid to move.
“To the hilt,” Scott grunted. “Can’t see my dick at all.”
“Just,” Tad panted, “give me a sec.”
“Yeah,” Scott groaned, hands impatiently kneading Tad’s hips. “Shit. You’re so fucking tight.”
Tad shifted his pelvis, shuffled his feet, trying to find his bearings or at least a better stance. He had a feeling, though, that there wasn’t such a thing—just a whole lot of overwhelming fullness to get used to.
Scott’s warm hands settled on his shoulder blades. Tad closed his eyes at the contact. His touch oddly grounded him, despite the sting it brought from his earlier flogging. But even that didn’t feel as harsh—probably because his brain was distracted from being so crammed and stretched. To the fucking max.
He tried to widen his stance as much as his restraints would allow, which wasn’t too much. Anything to find some relief. Strong thumbs slid between his shoulder blades and slowly started to circle. Tad tried to force his body to ease… until Scott applied the perfect amount of pressure to exactly the perfect spot. Tad’s sweet spot e-zone shot to life. He arched in pleasure with a throaty cry, inadvertently raising his ass. Scott quickly withdrew then thrust back in.
Tad froze, his mouth falling open. “Oh fuck.”
Scott chuckled breathlessly. “Oh fuck yeah, you mean.”
Tad fought feverishly to stay relaxed. It wasn’t easy with Scott thumbing his “zone” atop everything else. Without warning, Scott repeated his trick, teasing that spot yet again. Tad bowed with a grunt, ass-end shooting high like before. Scott growled, reared back, then surged forward fast. Tad’s fingers scrambled to grip the wall. His stretched hole stung, but his channel was electrified with pleasure. Scott’s dual-sensation tactic had worked rather well, allowing Tad to adjust without focusing solely on the pain.
Or the very real fact that a dick was up his ass.
Soon Scott established a nice steady pace, with Tad no longer needing the distraction.
Not too fast, not too slow, getting Tad used to Scott’s intoxicating rhythm. The guy’s hips moved like liquid sex. Each pump he delivered felt like rapture in a hole, each deep thrust like some raunchy dance. Every so often he’d shift those hips, hitting Tad’s G from alternate angles. Which, of course, made Tad’s dick weep with joy. Literally. The thing was leaking pre-cum like a motherfucking champ.
Scott groaned and leaned over him, bracing his hands beside Tad’s head. Hot breath skittered between his blades, shooting a shiver of bliss up his spine, making his throbbing cock twitch. Soft lips made contact there next, kissing along his damp, heated skin. And then his tongue joined in. All the while, Scott kept on delivering those smooth and easy pumps. Tad panted, undulating. The way Scott’s tongue was teasing those nerve-endings? Tad was about to lose his mind.
Scott rose back up. “Your body, Tad…” He moaned and gave a curt thrust. “I crave it.” Another pump. “Can’t get enough.” Warm palms returned to Tad’s hips, holding them in place as Scott slowly pulled back. Tad shuddered in anticipation. Scott didn’t disappoint. His pelvis rocked forward and sank him deep. He repeated the action again and again. Easy withdraw, slick delve back home.
“Fuck,” Tad cursed, each stroke driving his prostate insane, making his engorged cock roar with need. He fought not to thrust his own hips. And still Scott moved.
Slowly out… sink back in.
Lazy out… fell swoop in.
Scott growled restlessly and Tad couldn’t help wondering how he stayed so controlled. Not that he wasn’t grateful Scott wasn’t pounding him ruthlessly. But if the roles were reversed? Without a doubt, Tad would be reeling with the need to get hammering.
Scott’s hands slid to Tad’s cheeks, pushing them up then spreading them wide. Tad winced as Scott hissed. “God, your ass is so sweet.” Holding Tad open, he did a few more slow-and-easies then pulled his cock out completely. Tad moaned at the emptiness, but Scott didn’t move away. Instead, he lingered tauntingly against Tad’s hole. “Gonna watch my dick disappear again. Inside your tender hole.” Way too slow, he slid inside, inch by torturous inch—no doubt, enjoying the show. Then, when just shy of the hilt, he shoved in hard and fast. His slam knocked the air from Tad’s lungs in a rush.
“Fuck, yeah,” Scott purred, retreating to do it again. “Wish you could see.” Fast out, slow in. Again and again. Each round-trip ending with that hot pelvic-punch. “Shit, babe. I could watch this forever.”
Tad writhed against the wall, his sweat-slick skin trying to cool him off. Scott’s tantalizing tempo was making him mental. “Fuck, Scott—” Another finishing thrust. “Fuck!”
Scott panted out a laugh, unrelenting in his new-found fun. “Your pink little snatch is just so damn accommodating.”
This time Tad laughed. “Shut. the fuck. up.”
Scott answered with an “Mmm,” then as if to appease, delivered a fast, uninterrupted pounding. Tad fisted the chains of his restraints, raw pleasure exploding from head to toe. Never in his life had he been so hyper-aware of every nerve i
n his body. His asshole, dick and nuts alone felt like they had a million each.
Scott paused, cursed roughly, then pistoned another set.
“Oh, fuck, Scott,” Tad gasped. “Oh, fuck, yeah—Oh, fuck!”
Scott snarled, his pace accelerating as he plowed in reps of ten. The guy clearly had a thing for ten. Tad would’ve laughed if capable. But he wasn’t—because he was too busy holding on for dear life. A staccato of grunts shot past his lips, punctuated by each rapid-fire thrust of Scott’s hips.
Toes curled, fingers clenched.
But then Scott abruptly stopped and slid out, breathing hard. Tad sagged… until a delighted-sounding growl rumbled through the room. “Oh, hell,” Scott murmured. “Look at that hole, staying a tiny bit open. Shit, I think it wants me back.” His hands spread Tad wider and plunged back inside, as if wanting to see it again. He gave a couple thrusts then withdrew again. “Fuck,” he mused. “So fucking hot.” A few more hardy surges, then another full retreat. “Aw, Tad. You should see your shy little anus begging for my cock.”
Tad cringed, mortified. Flushing under the scrutiny, he tried to clench his hole. Of course, Scott loved that, too. “Oh, shit. Do that again, babe. Make your ass wink at my dick.”
Tad groaned in equal parts need and exasperation. “Scott.”
“Do it.”
Reluctantly, he obeyed, blushing hotter than ever.
Wink… wink, wink.
Scott cursed in approval and rewarded him with a jarring thrust. “Fuck, yeah. Goddamn, you’re awesome.”
Tad moaned, breathless. “Just fuck me already. I really need to come.”
Scott chuckled and sank back inside, mollifying Tad with another vigorous round. He didn’t withdraw for more raunchy ogling until Tad was undulating hard. Tad could actually feel Scott’s gaze devouring the kinky sight. A soft rumble reverberated through the room. “Mm. Your ass wants me so fucking bad.”
Tad squirmed under Scott’s scorching stare, getting kind of pissed… and really fucking turned on. But still, Scott lingered, as if addicted to the sight of Tad’s pink, exposed channel. The one he’d dominated ‘til it stayed obediently spanned. It was degrading and intoxicating all at once.
Tad closed his eyes and let the embarrassment go. He needed to get proactive. Scott promised a motherfucking orgasm. Time to steer the guy back on track. Slowly, seductively, Tad clenched his hole closed, then bore down and pushed it back open. His lusty invitation couldn’t have been more blatant.
Scott snarled and thrust himself back in, unleashing a fiery fucking. “Wanna pound you,” he ground out, “’til you don’t know your name. Wanna own you. Inside and out.”
Tad writhed and shuddered, panted and moaned. Somehow Scott’s desire was proving as much a turn on as his dick. The guy was clearly into Tad, not just his wonton ass. True, it could be the heat of passion talking, but somewhere deep inside, Tad kind of hoped that wasn’t. He’d hate to be anyone’s one-night-bang, but for some reason, especially Scott’s.
His fingers dug into the leather as he tried to rock his hips. Scott’s merciless pounding of Tad’s prostate was making his cock all but howl with need. It needed contact. Friction. Release.
“Scott,” he shuddered, lungs heaving for air. “Either untie my hand or grab my dick.”
Scott growled, then groaned, then slowed his pace—as if downshifting so he could think. He leaned over and restlessly nibbled Tad’s shoulder, his pelvis rocking slow but steady. The wet, slippery sound of him gliding in and out made Tad want to fucking curse. That so wasn’t helping his need-to-come dilemma. Again, his cock gave an avid buck.
“Scott,” he moaned.
Scott moaned, too, then rasped into Tad’s ear. “Hold up. I’m gonna flip you over.”
And then he was gone, off and out of Tad’s body, making quick work of releasing Tad’s ankles. After giving each a soothing rub, he rose and focused on Tad’s right wrist. Freedom at last. But instead of unbinding his left wrist next, Scott held onto the freed one nudged Tad’s side.
“Slide over a bit.”
Breathless and barely able to think, Tad did as he was told. When he’d moved about a foot to the left, Scott rebound his wrist next to the other one. Tad frowned, but then understood. Barely breaking stride, Scott undid his left wrist next then gently rolled Tad over. Tender, flogged skin pressed to leather as Tad’s body bent awkwardly back. With the wall angled at just over ninety-degrees, it wasn’t exactly comfortable.
Scott apparently figured as much and released Tad’s wrist to grab under his knees instead. “Legs up, babe,” he murmured, giving them a lift. Tad complied without protest, grateful for the relief. Scott propped Tad’s heels on the bent wall’s ledge, then slid his palms up Tad’s calves. “Okay. Now scoot back over.”
Tad had half a mind to yank off his blindfold while he had the chance, but the second his free hand twitched to do so, he chickened out. No way could he watch Scott fucking him face to face. That was what gay guys did; watch each other as they came. And Tad wasn’t gay. Or into Scott, for that matter. Not Scott. Though the guy did have some serious sexual skill. His stomach churned restlessly at the direction of his thoughts. Ditching the idea to liberate his eyes, he did as instructed. The second he was back to the middle of the wall, Scott secured Tad’s left wrist where his right had previously been.
Fresh anxiety surged, dousing Tad in trepidation. Blindfolded or not, he was going to be facing Scott when the guy made him come. Things suddenly felt entirely too intimate. Heart pounding faster, emotions warred in his head. Behind his ribs. Deep down low in his belly.
“Almost ready,” Scott purred, positioning Tad’s ankles nice and wide.
Blushing furiously, Tad snapped his knees shut.
Scott chuckled, his timbre deep and drugging. “Mm. Shy boy’s back.”
Again, Tad shivered at the sound… until Scott gripped his knees and forced them apart. “Oh, God,” he breathed, turning his head. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Believe it,” Scott growled. Strong hands grasped Tad’s hips and yanked his ass right to the edge. “Shit, yeah. Just like that. Fuck, you’re a beautiful thing.”
Tad bit his tongue and refrained from speaking, which Scott seemed totally fine with. He stepped away, but was back in a matter of seconds.
Snap.
Tad shifted anxiously, still dying for Scott’s lube-up hand to wrap around his cock. Standing tall, it pulsed and throbbed, bumping to the beat of his heart. Scott’s strong fingers gripped it tight. Tad moaned, pelvis lifting… until he realized the guy’s palm was dry. Then why—
Two lubed fingers slid inside.
“Uuunngghh!”
Scott gave them a slow, easy pump. “Damn,” he mused. “You’re like hot, rich silk in here.” He chuckled softly. “God, I love fingering your ass.” He gave Tad’s G a frisky strum. Tad all but hit the roof.
“F-fuck,” he gasped through a full-body quake.
Scott laughed. “Jesus, Tad. You should feel your prostate. It’s unbelievably swollen. It must’ve really liked my cock.” His tone sounded equally pleased and awed.
“Oh, trust me,” Tad hissed. “I’m feeling it.”
Scott gave him another stroke, as if purely for the pleasure of seeing Tad go nuts. And that, he did. On his back, and at this angle, his sweet spot felt exceptional sensitive. His body trembled in the aftermath of Scott’s play.
Another deep-throated chuckle as Scott’s other hand began to pump. Slowly, down to the base of Tad’s dick, then up again to squeeze his head.
“Oh, God, yes…” Tad groaned in absolute ecstasy. Finally some true hand-cock action. His eyes rolled back behind his blindfold. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“Hmm...” Scott’s hot breath skimmed Tad’s stomach, then a wet, firm tip swirled his crown.
Tad’s head kicked back on a heady moan. “Oh, fuck…”
Scott purred. “Been dying to get my mouth back on this.”
“
Fuck, yeah.” Tad rasped. “You and me both.” Wait. Where the fuck did that come from?
Evidently Scott was wondering the same. His tongue paused atop Tad’s seeping slit. “Is that so?” And didn’t his tone sound smugger than shit.
Mind spinning, body reeling, Tad tried to take it back. “No. What I meant was…” But damn if he couldn’t come up with a thing.
“Mm. What you meant was exactly what you said.” He flicked Tad’s engorged head as if reprimanding the lie, then gave the bulb a suck. Tad shuddered with a curse, abs fluttering wildly. Full lips sank deeper down his rigid, pulsing length, then teasingly slipped up and off.
“Nooo…” Tad mewled, hips writhing in frustration. “Come back.”
“Say please,” Scott growled softly.
Tad clenched his fists and rocked his hips. “Fuck, dude. Don’t be a dick.”
Scott tongued his crown’s sensitive V. “Hmm. Guess I’ll just go back to this.” His two buried fingers resumed right on cue, triggering more head-to-toe spasms in their wake. Tad gasped and shuddered, struggling for breath, helpless to do anything but take it.
“F-f-fuck, Scott! Okay! Just please, God, just stop!”
“Please, stop? Or please wrap my mouth back around your dick?”
“B-b-both!”
“Hmm. Not what I asked for. Pick one, shy boy.”
“No! No, wait!”
But his fingers were already back in motion. More crazy-strong shudders as Tad trembled and quaked, his nuts at the brink of bursting.
“F-f-fuck, you’re an asshole. P-p-please suck my cock.”
He just knew Scott’s infamous smile was wide.
“Well… alright. Since you asked so nice.”
Tad shook his head weakly. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch Scott or laugh. But when the guy fisted his base and got busy with his mouth, Tad was pretty sure he’d rather give thanks.
More salacious, sloppy suckling sounds. More pants and mindless moans. Tad was inexplicably and undeniably in heaven and in hell. Strained sounds of pleasure rose up his throat as Scott tried to swallow him whole. The guy’s mouth alone was a fucking God. Hips pumping upward, Tad had the strangest urge to sink his fingers into Scott’s hair. To grip those thick, dark spikes nice and tight. Where the fuck did that come from? In truth, Tad no longer cared. He was way too close to coming.
