I pull my cock from Ward’s mouth and shove my slacks and briefs down and off, kicking them out of my way. “On the bed,” I tell Ward. “Straddle his chest, facing the wall. Brace your hands on the headboard.”
He immediately complies and I adjust his position a little. That leaves Liam staring up at Ward’s cock.
After kneeling behind Ward, I lube him and me both. No condom tonight—I want to send him out of here with my load inside him. Besides, if he’s only ever been with Liam, then it’s safe.
If he’s lying about that, we have bigger problems to worry about.
I’m not gentle when I ram home balls-deep inside his ass, making him grunt, but he doesn’t complain.
Good. He’d better not. He and I both know what a pile-driver Liam can be when he’s in the mood to throw a hard fuck.
With my hand slicked with lube, I reach around Ward and start stroking his cock. I don’t know or care what Liam’s reaction is right now, because the boy’s ass does feel amazingly good. After a few pumps he’s already hard and trying to rock in time with my movements.
I’ll give Ward this one tonight, because of my overreaching goal of making him ours. In the future, he’ll have to work his ass off to earn them from me. There will be lots of begging and debasement, I’m certain.
I alternate fucking him with stroking his cock, working both of us closer to the edge. I want him to get off first.
Yes, it’s…weird being in this situation. It’s odd being with Ward and knowing he’s belonged to Liam all of these years.
It’s strange having to feel my way—literally—around a cock I’ve never handled before like this.
When Ward comes I paint Liam’s face with it before grabbing Ward’s hips and plowing him to completion. My climax rolls out of me and the last few thrusts are hard and deep, pumping my anger and pain into him, not just my cum. When I fall still I struggle and barely fight back the urge to cry.
Ward remains still, arms braced on the headboard and his head drooping.
Reaching down, I smear the mess all over Liam’s face before reaching up and sliding two fingers inside Ward’s mouth.
His lips open automatically.
Averywell-trained boy.
While he sucks my fingers, I peer around Ward and down at Liam. “I catch either of you jerking off without permission, I burn both of you. Understand?”
Liam nods.
“Yes, Sir,” Ward mumbles around my fingers.
I pull them from Ward’s mouth, catch his chin, and kiss him long and hard, exploring his mouth with my tongue and taking total control. Then I pull out and slap Ward’s ass. “Go get dressed. I’ll be down in a minute. Wait for me in the front hall where we left your clothes. You may wash your face, but that’s the only cleaning up you’re allowed to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He climbs off the bed and exits the room.
Leaving me sitting on Liam and staring down at his cum-covered face.
“No, you don’t get to kiss him good-bye. You don’t even get to talk to him right now. I’m going to give him instructions, and he’s going to follow them. Will you follow them?”
That’s definitely resignation playing through his expression. He nods.
“Good.” I pat his cheek. “Because this is only the beginning of your penance.” I climb off him, go to the bathroom to clean up and wash my hands, and grab my robe. Then I walk over to the dresser and, with my body blocking Liam’s view, I pick up my bracelet.
Only then do I grab Ward’s phones and head downstairs for one last chat with my new toy.
