Pleasure.
Pain.
Him.
As the door was kicked open, Michael carried his man to the bed, and dropped him onto it.
“Get ready for me,” he said, pulling off the belt that was around his waist and kilt.
“I think you know what I want.”
Oh, he did.
And Graham was giddy.
There was nothing like being bound to a bed, and having the man you love give you countless orgasms.
“Get into position while I clean up. I want you naked, legs spread. I’m far from done.”
And it was true.
His dick was rock-hard, and he was ready to cum again. So someone’s ass was about to be punished in all the ways they both liked.
As Michael went to go clean up, and get naked himself, Graham stripped. From the mirror on the wall, he could see his pink ass, and that made him giddy.
It also kept his dick up.
He knew by the time Michael was done, he’d be so dehydrated, but that was worth it.
It was their wedding afternoon.
And it needed to be memorable.
When he was undressed, he got on his knees, legs apart, and he bound one wrist to the headboard with the one belt.
Then, he waited.
It wasn’t long before his man came back in, and he was stroking himself.
Michael was hard.
As soon as he saw him, he grinned wickedly.
Yeah, he loved when Graham and he played fun little bedroom games. It had kept their relationship spicy, and who didn’t want that.
Moving to the one side of the bed, he bound his other wrist to that part of the headboard.
Then, he admired his prize.
Oh, he was going to fuck him good.
Bet.
On.
It.
When he was bound, he went to the door, and was about to close it.
