Sam trembled and waited, eyes closed, trying to concentrate on Ian’s hands massaging him and failing miserably.Shocks still arced through him, not so much pain as alarms that soon started settling down, tapering off.Becoming more a heightened awareness.The feeling of unraveling and relaxing got stronger at the same time, leaving him with a sense of frozen tension, hypersensitizing his nerves.
When Ian breathed softly on his nuts, Sam nearly came out of his skin.“Don’t stop,” he begged when Ian stood up.
“Slaves don’t give orders,” Ian growled, and Sam cracked his eyelids to see Ian staring at him stonily.
“Oh,” Sam whispered.“Yeah, I’m your property.”He arched his back, focused on the strange feeling in his testicles, which vibrated with so much sensation he felt like they might start spontaneously resonating.
Ian looked like he was trying not to smile.“Now I get to claim you.”
With supreme effort, Sam held still.“God, please,” he groaned.
“Should I tie you down, boy?You might run if I don’t.”
Sam whimpered.In fear, of course.“I’m thinking about running.”So you can chase me.
Ian stepped back.“Run!”
Sam blinked in surprise, then pushed off the wall and darted for the door.
Even with a head start, Sam only made it to the hall before Ian tackled him, his full weight pressing Sam into the cool, wood floor.He grabbed Sam’s wrists and stretched his arms over his head, then trapped Sam’s legs with his own, grinding into Sam’s ass.Sam could feel rough wool against part of his ass and his lower back.Through the scratchy fabric, Ian’s dick was rock hard and rubbing across one of Sam’s cheeks.Sam pushed back with his hips.
“Good boy,” Ian rasped in his ear.Shivers ran down Sam’s back.Ian transferred both wrists to one hand, then shoved his free hand between them, yanking up his kilt enough to slide skin against skin, adding to the overall sensory charge.He moved his hips in slow circles, then paused a second to shove his hand under Sam’s pelvis and grip Sam’s cock.The contrast of Ian’s hot hand on his dick and the smooth, cool floor tugging on his balls made Sam’s eyes cross.
Ian groaned and stilled.Sam shoved back into him, arching his back.“Ian,” he begged, terrified Ian was stopping.“Please.”
“Shut up, boy,” Ian growled.And in his regular voice, “We can’t do this here, kiddo.”
“Once you catch me you have to fuck me, no delays,” Sam panted, drooling on the floorboards under his cheek, thrusting his dick against Ian’s palm as much as he could.Feeling the skin of Ian’s cock pulling and shifting against his ass.“It’s a rule.”
Ian laughed in surprise and let go of Sam’s shaft.Sam had a moment of eye-popping panic until Ian pulled his hand out and worked his fingers in between Sam’s ass cheeks, pulling on the plug.Sam moaned from his gut as Ian slid it out, then quivered when Ian lined up his cock.Shuddered and tensed when he felt the touch of Ian’s glans against him, slipping in the excessive lube he’d used.
When Ian slid through Sam’s sphincter, there wasn’t any pain, just that fucking fantastic stretching feeling.Sam keened for more, but Ian clamped his hips down and held Sam still.“Wait,” he panted.“You’ve never done this before.”
Sam laughed, and Ian leaned down and kissed his cheek.“Pretend,” he whispered in Sam’s ear.
“’Kay,” Sam whispered back.“Burns.Feels so good.I never knew—”
“Quiet boy,” Ian said in his laird voice.He worked himself deeper into Sam, who moaned and wailed and tried to push back onto Ian’s cock, but the way Ian’s legs pinned his thighs made it impossible.When Ian’s head rubbed against Sam’s prostate, Sam lost his breath.
“Deeper, Ian,” he moaned when he got it back.
“Call me master,” Ian said.For a second Sam, froze.They’d never done that, and he didn’t know if he wanted to go there.“Pretend,” Ian reminded him.He held still above Sam, his voice coming through clenched teeth, halfway in Sam’s ass.Sam could feel his own heartbeat thudding around Ian’s cock.
Sam swallowed.“Deeper, master.”When he said the word, his muscles clenched around Ian, who shuddered and pushed in deeper, finally sliding in the last inch or two all at once.They lay there panting together, Ian’s body weighing Sam down.The floor wasn’t cold anymore, it was hot and slick with sweat, but Sam was shaking.“So deep.”
“Too deep?Don’t let me hurt you,” Ian said in his ear, then bit his lobe lightly.
Sam shivered.“No.Fuck me,” he whined, rocking his hips.
Ian rasped Sam’s cheek with the whiskers on his chin.“Gonna, kiddo.Just hang on, I’ll take care of you.Gonna give you what you need.”He started grinding, circling his hips.Pushing himself in and out by fractions of an inch.Sam gasped and clenched his hands in Ian’s grip, arching his hips off the floor, fighting to get his legs free because he needed it as deep as Ian could go.Needed to expose himself totally.
He must have said that out loud, because Ian was making promises again.“Gonna make you scream, Sam.Make you beg.Fuck you so deep.”Ian released Sam’s legs, letting him spread them wide to feel Ian deeper.Hotter and slicker than ever, every single movement sending shock waves out from his ass, resonating in his balls.
When he struggled to get his knees under him and thrust his ass up for Ian, wanting to be completely open, Ian said in a growly sort of purr, “There’s my slutty boy.You’re my slut, Sam, aren’t you?”
Sam gasped, muscles clenching, and shoved himself back into Ian.“I’m your slut.Harder, Ian.More.”
Ian started to pump his hips, his balls swinging and crashing into Sam’s and making him wail.The cry spurred Ian on.He thrust harder, hitting Sam’s guiche.Sam couldn’t even catch his breath to beg, but whatever he was managing was enough for Ian.Ian’s hand slid down from Sam’s hip around to his dick, sweeping up the pre-cum and sweat, gripping him hard, letting him slide in and out of Ian’s fist
