As he got him sloppy wet, the man’s balls were already tucked up into his body. It was clear that Graham was struggling to hold on and not to cum.
It was time to push his limits.
“Tell me who owns you,” he said, stopping the blowjob to torment the man, and mind fuck him. “Tell me who is theONLYman who can cum in this ass, my bottom.”
He moaned.
When he didn’t answer, he was punished with a rough slap to his ass, leaving a handprint.
Still, he didn’t answer, only because he wanted to make this man go wild on him.
There was sex.
And there was brutal fucking, and he preferred the latter with D’Artangnan.
To punish him, he flipped him over, and laid hands on him, and his ass.
He gave him ten truly brutal slaps on his ass, and Graham wanted more. He was humping the pillow, desperate to get off.
He needed to cum.
“More,” he begged.
And he knew why.
He wanted to be punished for what he’d done. He deserved to be punished for giving his Master, his Top, an ultimatum.
And losing him.
“If you cum, my bottom, I’ll stop here and now,” he warned, knowing that Graham liked to be pushed to his limits.
He whimpered, but couldn’t stop his hips from violently humping that pillow.
He was almost out of control.
Almost.
When he shoved him down, so he couldn’t move, Graham begged.
“Please fuck me.”
Only, his Top wasn’t close to being ready.
Instead, he grabbed handfuls of the man’s ass cheeks, and spread them to reveal his prize. With the tip of his own dick, he lubricated it.
Making him moan.
“Yes, Master,” he whispered.
And there it was.
Someone was in full, bottom-mode.
Instead of using his dick, he rewarded him with rimming him.
And it did what he needed.
Graham came so hard, the feral moan was so erotic, it made D’Artangnan’s dick throb.
