“My cum is yours, Daddy,” he whispered. “Take it,” he added, moaning so loudly, surely everyone heard him, and he didn’t care.
Not.
At.
All.
At his response, Gene jacked him off, trying to make the man break, and he nearly did.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan whispered, as he couldn’t stop him from abusing and using his body however he wanted.
And this was exactly what he needed.
“Every drop,” Gene said, staring into Ethan’s eyes. “You’re going to give me all you have, and whenever I tell you to.”
He slowly nodded, his body reacting to the people walking down the beach, them sitting like this on the lounger, and his arms bound above his head like a prisoner.
This was beyond hot for him.
“Don’t cum yet,” he ordered. “When I want your cum, Tala, I’ll take it. If you cum, we stop, and Daddy is going to be disappointed. Don’t ruin our vacation, Tala, or I’ll leave you out here for everyone to see.”
He whimpered, and that didn’t help him not want to cum. The idea of him doing that made Ethan harder than he’d ever been in his life.
“Good, Tala,” Gene said, feeling the man’s dick swell as much as it possibly could. He was teetering on the edge, desperate to blow.
Now, it was torture time.
Gene stopped, giving him a second to breathe, and as he did, he began pouring some lube onto his fingers.
Ethan’s eyes went huge.
There was no way he’d be able to not cum if he finger-fucked him.
As his fingers were slicked up, he stuck them in Ethan’s mouth, gagging him with them.
“Taste like the beach?” he asked, grinning wickedly as Ethan’s dick bobbed at the abuse.
He moaned, trying to nod.
“Good.”
With his fist back around his dick, he began brutally pumping away, focusing mostly on the head of his dick where he was the most sensitive.
His body tensed.
“Don’t cum,” he said, as he ran his fingers over the man’s tight pucker. While his eyes said no, and his body was so rigid, it felt like he would shatter apart, his ass said the opposite.
The second he played with his pucker, Ethan relaxed, inviting him into his body.
And that was training.
Now, Gene was able to slip into him with his fingers, and he wasn’t gentle.
No, he was brutal.
Ethan moaned.
“Louder,” Gene ordered. “I want everyone to see my Tala perform for me. Who owns you, Tala?” he asked.
