“You’re killing me, Master.”
“That’s the plan, sweet boy. Now come on, I want you on your back on the spanking bench. I asked the staff to put a cushioned one in here, since you’re going to be on it for some time.”
Curtis shuddered in his arms but let himself be led to the bench. It was at exactly the right height for Andrew to position himself over either Curtis’s mouth or cock to take his pleasure without turning it into a strenuous workout for his thigh muscles. He helped Curtis lie down and get comfortable before he grabbed his ankles to bring his feet to the ground.
“Is this okay, boy? Nothing hurts?”
“It’s fine, Master. Everything feels good.”
“I’m going to tie your legs to the bench, boy. I would love seeing you struggle to keep your balance while I’m fucking myself on your cock, but this is a first for both of us, and I don’t want it cut short because we fell off the bench.”
Curtis started chuckling, which had his cock bouncing merrily on his belly. “Sorry, Master. The visual was just too good.”
“It’s fine, boy. I can relate.” Andrew started securing Curtis’s legs with broad leather straps at his ankles and calves. When he was done, he grabbed the leather cock ring he planned on using on his boy. Staring at Curtis like this, naked and bound, waiting to be used in whatever way Andrew wanted, had his cock straining against his leathers. After a short internal debate, Andrew decided to strip first, to relieve some of the pressure on his poor shaft before binding Curtis. His chest was already bare, so all he had to get rid of were his leather boots and the trousers. Curtis watched with narrowed eyes when his cock sprang free of its confines, pointing directly at Curtis’s mouth.
That pink tongue licking over those plush lips almost put a serious delay on their scene. Andrew managed to pull himself together. He tossed his trousers in the general direction of the bed, then placed the leather cock ring on Curtis’s belly, right under his navel to tease his boy. Curtis was breathing heavily, his chest flushed in a lovely shade of red, his eyes glued to the ring that would go around his cock.
“Master?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Can I… can I see it? The plug, I mean?”
Andrew smiled. “Before or after I put the ring on you?”
Curtis groaned. “After. I want to be as full as possible for you.”
“My perfect boy.” Andrew bent down to give Curtis a deep kiss before he turned around. He bent slightly, put his hands on his asscheeks, and exposed his hole. His plugged hole. It felt strange, but in a good way. Andrew had anticipated being at least a bit shy or hesitant, not with Curtis, though. It was as if Curtis’s presence alone put all his insecurities to rest.
“Master. You’re beautiful. I want to serve you.” It sounded so breathless, so eager. Andrew straightened and turned around.
“Soon, boy. First, though, we need to bind that sweet cock of yours.”
Andrew made quick work of slinging the strap of leather around the base of Curtis’s shaft and balls, securing it so that it was just this side of painful. “Is it okay, boy? Not too tight?”
“Perfect, Master.”
“Wonderful. Now let me get that plug out so you can take care of my hole.”
The moan he got for that was porn film worthy. Andrew made sure to pull the plug out at an angle that would allow Curtis to see every last tiny detail. When he cleaned the remaining lube with a wet wipe—because nothing tasted worse than lube, no matter what it said on the package—he made a big show of it, wanting his boy to know exactly what was coming. When he turned around again, Curtis’s pupils were blown so wide, they had swallowed the irises almost completely. There was a small puddle of precum on his belly, with a thin thread back to his cockhead, which had already turned an angry red. Somebody was eager. Andrew grinned. Somebody was not alone in that sentiment.
He leaned down to place another kiss on Curtis’s mouth. “Ready to eat me out, boy?”
“Yes, Master. Whatever you wish.”
“Good boy.” Andrew swung his right leg over the bench and Curtis, positioning his ass right over Curtis’s mouth. He lowered himself slowly, until he felt Curtis’s nose against his crack.
“You can use your hands to hold me open, boy. That way, you can also control my weight. If I become too heavy, just shove me up.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”
“Always, boy.”
Curtis raised his hands and Andrew planted his on both sides of Curtis’s hips. He felt the warmth of Curtis’s palms massaging his cheeks for a moment before the grip tightened and his boy spread him open. There was a tentative lick, as if Curtis wanted to test the waters before he dove in fully. Andrew learned quickly that his boy was a connoisseur who took his time getting acquainted with Andrew’s most private parts. Curtis started with long, sure strokes from his balls to his hole, again and again, until Andrew heard himself groaning from pleasure. When the tip of Curtis’s tongue breached his rim for the first time, he thought he was going to pass out. For a moment he considered giving Curtis a blow job, edging his boy a bit to distract himself from the pleasure building inside him, but he decided against it. First, in his current state he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to determine when it got too much for Curtis, and second, this was his first time being rimmed, his first time using his sub like he’d been dreaming for years. He wanted the full experience, and he knew Curtis didn’t mind being used. Not when it was for Andrew’s pleasure. So he enjoyed the stabbing and licking and gentle bites in, on, and around his hole until he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in anymore. He lifted his hips, pulling away from Curtis’s heavenly mouth. The disappointed whine from his boy made his cock jerk wildly.
Andrew stepped away from Curtis for a moment to grab the lube. “Do you want to watch, boy?”
Curtis whimpered. His lips were swollen and red, his hair a tousled mess. Gorgeous. Andrew squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers, bent over in Curtis’s direct line of sight, and started applying the cool gel. Even though he had stretched himself the entire day, he was surprised how easily he could slip three fingers in. Curtis’s tongue had worked wonders. He made sure the lube was well spread before he took the condom he had already prepared. Rolling it onto Curtis’s rock-hard shaft was a joy, seeing the blissed-out look on his lover’s face, knowing the thick meat would soon penetrate him, his boy giving him the pleasure he wanted and needed. As soon as the condom was rolled down, Andrew poured some more lube onto his palm, pumping his boy’s cock a few times with it. Andrew wiped his hands clean on a towel he had put on the small table next to the spanking bench where he had also placed the lube, the plug, the condom, and the wet wipes.
