“Please,” Ethan begged, as the weighted nipple clamps swayed back and forth, making him hyper aware they were there.
And he wanted to have them played with too.
Gene always brought out a part of him that he could only describe as slut.
He was a slut for this man.
“Take my ass,” Ethan begged.
Oh, that was the plan.
Taking one of the belts, he looped it around Ethan’s throat, and tightened it up. It barely gave him the ability to get air, and Ethan loved it.
“Tighter,” he begged. “I need you to fuck me until I pass out,” he admitted.
And there was a new kink unlocked.
What Gene had learned being a dirty bottom himself was that in the height of sexual pleasure, the truth would come out, and lovers would share.
Like now.
Ethan trusted him with that sexual need, and he’d make sure he gave it to him.
That was his duty as his Top.
Like when he was the bottom, Ethan fulfilled all of his kinks—no questions asked.
Now, as he was enjoying the view, it wasn’t lost on him that Ethan looked slutty, used, and perfect. All he needed now was someone to walk by again, because he was about to fuck his ass.
HARD.
“Take me, Daddy. Please. I need you.”
Oh, not as much as he needed him.
With a jerk of his hips, he slammed home, burying his cock in the man’s ass.
Ethan gasped, and then whimpered as he was fucked.
“Who owns this ass, Tala?” he asked. “Who owns your perfect ass?”
He whimpered instead of telling him, and that was punishable. You always answered your Top.
ALWAYS.
“ANSWER ME!”he ordered, dropping the other belt across his ass to leave a red lash.
Ethan shook.
“You own me. You own all of me!” he declared because it was the truth, and Ethan was fine with that.
Gene kept fucking him, and as he did, Ethan was at his mercy. His nipples hurt, and he liked it.
God.
He loved it.
In that position, being punished, Ethan was a man on the edge, and he knew he was at Gene’s mercy.
