Gregory slapped him against the side of his chest, not hard but not soft, then Gregory’s hand was on his face, smearing his tears around his cheeks. He gripped Landon’s face and angled his head backward, fingers pressing his nose and chin upward toward the headboard.
Then came the shock of the wax.
Landon couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, the heat puddling and running across his scratched and abused skin. It burned and the heat built other places inside of him, pooling in his balls, his chest, the base of his spine. Searing flames of pain flashed through his body even though the wax was only on his chest and he grunted, writhing against his restraints.
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Gregory chided him, blowing against his chest to cool the wax into a hard shell.
He picked up the other candle and held it lower, dangerously low. Landon’s breath was coming in labored huffs and he watched Gregory taunt him, tipping the candle to the side then righting it before any wax fell.
With his other hand, Gregory fisted Landon’s aching cock and stroked it before pushing it flat against his stomach. He slid his thumb along Landon’s slick slit and pressed, separating the skin.
“What do you think about sounds?” Gregory asked him distractedly.
Landon wasn’t certain he could form words. “I don’t, Sir,” he managed to say.
Gregory angled his thumb and pressed the tip of it against Landon’s urethra. “Maybe you will soon.”
Then, more wax. All over his stomach, into his navel, across the hot skin of his erection—the wax flowed and formed a warm shell sealing his cock to his stomach. The burning pain was gone, the agony, no more. All Landon felt was the pleasure that Gregory had designed for him to feel.
“Jesus, you look like you’re coming,” Gregory said, rubbing his palm over Landon’s cock. The wax peeled and flaked, balling into shrapnel and falling away. His dick bounced free of the wax and twitched wildly.
Gregory rubbed his chest across his stomach and cock, and all Landon could do was let it happen. That was all he wanted to do. He was pretty sure this was heaven.
“I want more of this, boy,” Gregory said, sliding up Landon’s body and biting into the skin of his neck. “All of this. It’s mine.”
Landon meant to say,yes, Sir, but the words that left his mouth were a jumbled mess that didn’t register in his ears. Gregory fumbled between them and then Landon’s ass was cold and wet. His eyes flew open and he cried out.
“I’ve got to get you nice and slick.” Gregory bit his earlobe. “Get you ready for this dick.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Landon managed the words this time.
Gregory shouldered Landon’s thighs and leaned up to fold his legs back then pulled on the loose rope. It lifted Landon’s legs toward the top corners of the bed, opening him up and holding him on display. Gregory tied off the rope then dragged his fingernails down the back of Landon’s thighs.
Landon’s eyes fluttered closed. This was definitely heaven. His torment on display, making Gregory hard—this was all he’d wanted when they were kids and he was pretty sure it was all he’d ever want again.
There was pressure against his entrance again, and he forced his eyes open. Gregory was fucking him, using just the head of his cock so it didn’t extend past the silicone body of the plug inside him. This was torture, being fucked and not being able to feel it directly. Landon was aware of the friction of the plug against his inner muscles, but he was deprived of the feel of Gregory’s cock itself.
“Please, Sir,” he managed to pant between labored breaths.
“Please what?” Gregory asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Your cock, Sir. Please, I need it. Please let me feel it,” Landon begged.
Gregory pushed in another inch, his crown breaching the end of the plug and dancing across Landon’s muscles.
Landon sobbed. He couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to.
“Sssh, boy. I’ve got you,” Gregory soothed, sliding his cock another inch deeper, giving Landon more of his precious skin.
Gregory pressed his fingers against Landon’s stomach and burrowed under the wax, then he dug upward, pushing and pulling the dried wax away from Landon’s skin. The cool air hit his warmed flesh just as Gregory gave him another inch.
He was crying for sure now, he knew it. His body trembled under Gregory’s weight and he sobbed openly. Gregory continued his slide up Landon’s body, tearing free the wax as he went. He spared no mercy when he reached Landon’s nipples, in fact, he grabbed them between his fingers and pinched at the same time he buried his full length inside of Landon’s ass.
It was the most surreal feeling—knowing Gregory was balls deep inside him, but only being able to feel half of his cock. The plug at his entrance stretched him and rubbed his opening with every pump of Gregory’s hips.
Landon thrashed his head from side to side, and Gregory fucked him earnestly, slamming his hips into the back of Landon’s thighs. Gregory’s mouth was at his ear, licking, sucking, and saying words that Landon wanted to remember in the morning but wasn’t sure he would.
“All of you belongs to me,” Gregory repeated the promise into Landon’s ear. “Your sweat, your tears, your cum. All of it.”
