I’ve got just one word for him. “Count.”
He howls when the first one lands, bucking and writhing against the chains. Fuck, I don’t know which I like more —the crack of leather on skin or the sight of the welt it raises.
“One!” he screams. Scratch that. What I like best is that half-formed sob in his voice.
I suddenly remember something, digging into my pocket with a frown. Bunny’s body jerks when I hit the remote on the plug inside him to the highest level. “Enjoy, brat,” I say with a chuckle.
I take it slow, but by the time we get to five, he’s dripping some combination of tears, snot and spit onto the floor in front of him. My lip curls into a snarl as I evaluate the mess. “Goddammit.” Angry at myself for making such a rookie mistake, I stalk over with a towel and push his trembling legs aside roughly so I can mop it up.
Standing again, I grab his hair to yank his head back and wipe the mess across his face. “You’re lucky I don’t have the patience to untie you and make you lick the fucking floor clean, you dirty slut,” I growl. Bunny bucks in his restraints again, letting out a long, wordless wail.
It clicks when I bend to lay the towel down on the floor and see jizz seeping through the fabric of the jockstrap. “Holy shit!” I bark out a laugh as I jerk upright.
Bunny’s still shaking as I get behind him and grab him by the hair again. “You depraved little freak —” He yelps, either from the sharp tug of his bound arms when I pull his body towards mine or from my bumping into those fresh welts.
“Shut up,” I growl as I tug his head back. “I know you love this. Open.”
Eyes streaming tears, he obeys. I spit in his mouth, reveling in the shudder I feel with my body pressed into his. Reaching around him, I shove my hand down beneath his jockstrap. When I grab his dick, he moans.
“Yeah?” I hiss. “You like being stroked with your own load right before you lick it up?” When he doesn’t answer right away, I deliver a quick, sharp bite to the bend where his neck meets his shoulder, pulling a harsh cry out of him.
“Yes,” he finally gasps. With my arm wrapped around his torso, I can feel his heart pounding.
“Show me what an insatiable cumslut you are,” I croon in his ear. “Show everybody here how filthy you are by licking your sloppy mess off my hand.”
I honestly think he’d forgotten where he was for a moment. At my words, his eyes widen and he takes a couple of quick blinks. He drops his head back against my shoulder, and I hug him tighter against me as I pull my hand out of his jockstrap.
I let him take a few gentle licks before tucking all four fingers together and shoving them into his mouth. I’m leaking into my pants at the sound of his muffled moans. He pushes back against me, grinding against my rock-hard cock as his soft lips envelop my fingers.
I hum and press my lips to his temple. “Good boy,” I praise him. “You’re teasing me with that tight ass, though. How about if I get my cock out and pump a big load into you?”
I’m already unzipping and freeing my cock as I ask. I pull my fingers out of Bunny’s mouth and reach down into the mess between his legs again, covering my fingers with more of his release.
“I know how much you like me lubing my cock up with your own come,” I say in his ear as I slick myself up. Although, to be honest, I’ve dripped so much precum over myself I could probably just shove my cock inside of him.
“Wait —Jack —” Bunny gasps. He cranes his neck, and the sight of him —wild eyes, tear-streaked cheeks, swollen lips —is so hot I sink my teeth into his flesh again, right next to the spot I’ve already marked.
“Hmm?” I murmur around a mouthful of salty skin.
“Jack —the plug —”
I chuckle and take my mouth off him. “Do I look like a fucking amateur?” I tease. Reaching down, I grab the base of the plug, catching the neck with two fingers and holding onto it. “That plug’s not going anywhere —your greedy ass is getting double-stuffed tonight.”
Bunny lets out a cry as I squeeze my cock in alongside the vibrating head of the plug. Holyshit—it’s almost intense enough to be painful. I groan when he squirms in his cuffs and his over-filled channel squeezes my cock even tighter.
“Jack!” he cries.
“What? Too tight?” Before he can answer, I add, “If I pull the plug out ofthishole, you know where I’m putting it, right?”
When Bunny lets out a squeak, I chuckle. “Tell me how much you love this,” I pant as I fuck him. I can’t get much more than short, shallow thrusts, but I’m not going to last long enough for it to make a difference. And from the looks of it, as I glance around the room, I’m not going to be the only one blowing a load momentarily.
“C’mon, tell me how much you like being just a stupid, needy pair of holes. Because the longer I fuck you like this, the more ideas it gives me about all the ways I could ruin this sloppy cocksleeve —” I slam into him with an especially hard thrust before nipping his earlobe. “And the one up here that does all the pathetic whining.”
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he pants, his voice broken. “I’m so full —so stretched out and filled.”
“Not yet you’re not.” Shifting my grip on the base of that plug, I pull it partway out, so its widest point stretches out his entrance while I fuck him. Bunny yelps, writhing in his restraints. I lean into him and catch his ear with my teeth again. “You ought to see this slutty hole. Your rim is so tight, it lookslike I could split you open with every thrust. How’s that feel, huh? Does it hurt?”
He bucks against me. “Fuck, Jack!” he gasps. “It hurts —but don’t stop. It hurts in the best way. Feels like you’re tearing me apart. Please,pleasedon’t stop.”
