Gregory’s reply was immediate.
Gregory: Go.
Landon flew up the stairs and pushed into the play room. He peeled himself out of his shorts and dropped to his knees just in time for the door to open again and for Gregory’s broad frame to appear.
Gregory didn’t approach Landon, he walked past him to the shelf with the restraints, collected the rope and returned. He grabbed Landon by the hair and dragged him to the corner of the room, quickly securing his wrists with a single column tie around each. He threaded the ends of the rope through a bolt in the wall, then repeated the single column ties on Landon’s ankles. He pulled the other end of the rope around the leg of the bed and pulled it taut, spreading Landon’s body out as far as it would stretch.
Gregory didn’t say a word as he leaned over Landon’s body and swallowed his cock. Landon cried out, then stopped, not wanting to speak out of turn, but it was so hard. Gregory was sucking his cock like his life depended on it. He was loud, and sloppy, and his spit ran down Landon’s balls and ass.
Landon felt one of Gregory’s fingers press against his hole, then slide inside. He arched his back, and Gregory’s other hand was there, pressing him to the floor. Gregory let Landon’s cock fall from his mouth, a thick trail of spit connecting his mouth to Landon’s shaft.
“How many times do you think you can come before seven o’clock?” Gregory asked him before dropping his mouth back around Landon’s crown and hollowing his cheeks.
Landon wasn’t sure how many times he could come in the next half hour, he was more focused on the orgasm that was about to occur in the next twenty seconds. His cock had been so desperate for attention, he was surprised he hadn’t immediately shot his release onto Gregory’s face.
“At least one, Sir,” Landon said through a clenched jaw.
Gregory stopped his sucking and used his hand with rough, twisting jerks.
“Let’s start with that.” He tightened his grip and slid his tongue from Landon’s balls to his tip, then enveloped the head with his mouth.
Landon jerked, his hips pumped and bucked, then he came, splashing hot and wild across Gregory’s tongue. Gregory moaned and swallowed Landon’s cum down his throat then began to suck his dick with a renewed vigor.
“Sir,” Landon mumbled, but Gregory didn’t stop. He just sucked, and swallowed, and bathed Landon’s cock in his spit.
His cock fought against the second orgasm, but much like Landon always had, it succumbed to Gregory, spurting a still impressive amount of cum onto his waiting tongue.
Gregory dropped Landon’s cock from his mouth with a smirk, then fisted his faltering length and proceeded to stroke him in a silent assault. Landon thrashed at his binds, the pleasure prickling through his body with about as much care as razor blades.
Landon’s balls constricted and his third orgasm hit him though weaker than the others, it still sent sparks of pain whipping out of his cock as he came.
“Sir,” he begged again. He twisted in his restraints and couldn’t stop himself from trying to angle his hips away from Gregory’s attention. Gregory curled a hand around Landon’s balls and squeezed.
“I’m going to buy you a steel plug,” Gregory promised, sliding his thumb through Landon’s cum-soaked slit. “I’m going to lube it up and slide it into your cock.”
Gregory straddled Landon, removing his own dick from his pants and jerking himself. He leaned over Landon and took both their cocks in his hand and stroked, using Landon’s cum as lube between their shafts.
He licked Landon’s ear and whispered, “I’m going to stretch you out. Claim every inch of you as mine.”
Gregory leaned back and stroked their cocks faster.
It was too much. Landon was afraid if he came a fourth time his entire body would shatter on the ground at Gregory’s feet. He mumbled, and he begged, and he prayed for mercy, but all he found was the incessant heat of Gregory’s fist around his erection until he acquiesced and gave Gregory what he’d came for.
Landon worked his jaw together and screamed in an overwhelming combination of pleasure and pain. He yelled until his voice cracked, and Gregory pressed his mouth against the dip under Landon’s ear and sucked the skin there. Gregory sucked and nipped and sucked some more until he sank his teeth deep in the thin skin and cried out himself. He shouted through his clenched teeth and Landon felt a wave of Gregory’s hot cum soak into the skin of his cock.
“Stop fighting and give me what’s mine.”
Landon wanted to. God, he so desperately wanted to, but his body was rebelling, not willing to endure what Gregory was asking.
“Help me,” Landon begged, his eyes wet with tears. “It hurts so much; please help me do it, Sir.”
Gregory dragged his hand up Landon’s body and gripped his throat, squeezing only with his fingers and thumb just on top of Landon’s throbbing carotid arteries. He pressed down with his palm and Landon felt a long forgotten feeling of dizziness and lightness overtake his mind as his blood flow was tempered.
Gregory’s other hand still worked his cock furiously, and it hurt—God, it hurt—but the fuzzy feeling in his head threatened to break him free of his restraints and send his body flying into the sky. Landon opened his mouth to take a deep breath and found he could, the inhalation not restricted by the pressure from Gregory’s hand.
His vision darkened around the edges, and his mouth parted. Landon was reduced to nothing more than the vividly aching extremity between his legs. Gregory was saying something, but Landon couldn’t make sense of it, then he heard words he was able to obey in a tone he was familiar with.
“Don’t make me ask you again, boy. Give me what’s mine.”
