I’m sure he realizes which one this is and he gets style points for eager compliance. “I need you to stuff my ass, Mister President! I need you to reclaim my holes!”
“You have a greedy little hole, don’t you?”
His wordless moan nearly makes me giggle, but I’m trying not to break character because this is fuckinghawt.
I slap his ass. “Say it.”
“Please stuff my greedy hole, Mister President!”
I chuckle. “Such a pitiful boy.” I slowly twist the plug against his hole as I press, release. Press, release. Going a little deeper each time and my cock twitching with his moans as I do. No matter how disturbingly dirty any of us get with the other we don’t want to do harm. “This seems to be going easier than usual. Guess Leo left you warmed up, huh? Tell me what he did to you.”
Jordan’s trying to rock his hips in time with my motions. “He…he spanked me and then had me suck him for a while before he fucked me.”
“That’s not all he did. Tell me.”
Another moan. “He made me wear a butt plug out to dinner.”
“Ah. So hewasa bit of a bastard tonight. What else?”
“He didn’t let me come.”
I barely manage to stifle my snort. Fuck, I love that sadist so goddamned much. “So he spanked you, used you, tormented you, and didn’t even let you come?” No wonder Jordan managed to hold me off earlier. He was horny as hell and probably thought he was going to get a blowjob from me.
“Yes, Sir. H-he said until inauguration day I’m only allowed to c-come unless it’s with you and I’ve made you come f-first. M-merry Christmas.”
It’sreallyhard to remain in evil sadist mode when I’m struggling not to laugh.
Also,awww! Leo loves me! Obviously he doesn’t have any hint about my plan to propose yet.
“Hmm.” I work the butt plug deeper, almost all the way to the widest part now. “That’s awfully nice of him considering I already own this ass. I recall several years ago Leo telling me I was free to use you at my will.”
He gasps as the butt plug makes it through and his tight ring swallows it down to the base. I wipe the lube off my hands on a towel and swing off him so I can turn around and flip him over. His rigid cock jerks in the air but I don’t touch it.
The feral desperation in his eyes as he stares up at me sends my own inner sadist surging to the forefront once again. “You want to come you’re going to have to earn it.” I hold up the jelly cockring I also retrieved from the storage tub full of sex toys, work it into place over my own cock and balls, and then lower myself onto his face. “Balls. Now. Going to work on your training tonight.”
He eagerly worships my sac, sucking my balls into his mouth and laving his tongue all over them how he knows I like. I shift position a few times so I can press against his nose, blocking his air before letting him breathe again.
I alternate with fucking his face, choking his air off like that, too. Leo gets a little into this with both of us but not nearly to the extent I sometimes do with Jordan.
As Jordan does that I reach down and grab fistfuls of hair, sometimes reaching behind me and tweaking his nipples, all things that keep the boy hard and deep in that very dark and dirty sub-basement in his soul where no light reaches. This isn’t making love—this is fucking.
This is him being fucked.
My balls are in his mouth again when I reach back and pinch the head of his cock between my thumb and first and second fingers, squeezing just hard enough to make him whine.
“Oooh, yeah,” I say. “That’s the sound I love.” The vibrations swirl around the base of my cock and threaten to send me over the edge. Probably would, too, if it wasn’t for the cockring.
Not my first kinky rodeo with Jordan, though.
I can only take so much of this however, even with a cockring to help me hold back. Climbing off Jordan, I roll off the far side of the bed, grab him by the arms, and drag him toward me until his head hangs over the edge. I plunge deep into the wet heat of his mouth and grab his nipple rings, lightly twisting so his moans once again caress my cock as I fuck him.
“Yeah, that’s what my little slut needed, isn’t it? Me plowing that tight throat.”
I watch as a drop pearls at the slit of his cock and slowly drips onto his abs and I nearly blow right there. Instead, I pause buried deep inside him and lean forward so I can lick him, flicking the tip of my tongue along the head and pulling a muffled moan from him.
Yeah, that was mean.
But the last thing he wants right now is for me to be nice.
