Isaac’s chest heaved. “What…”
“It won’t stop you from coming entirely, but it’ll help delay it. I told you, I want to take my time.”
Isaac circled his hips experimentally, grunting softly. Shadrach smiled to himself, returning his attention to the shapely ass that awaited him. He grabbed two handfuls, massaging and spreading them apart. Unable to resist, he leaned in and licked a stripe from the edge of the silicone ring that gripped his balls all the way to his puckered hole, pressing his tongue against it and delighting in the punched-out noise that left Isaac.
But rather than finger him open like he normally would, he slicked up a black, vibrating plug. It was about as long as his index finger, shaped with three bulbous pieces, each bigger than the last before the narrow stem and flared base. With an evil little chuckle, he pressed it inside Isaac’s body. He stiffened like a shock shot up his spine, pulling hard on the wrist straps, and then the plug sank inside, his hole closing around the stem like it was hungry for more. And with a push of a button from the little black remote, the vibrator turned on.
“Shadrach,” Isaac choked out, his body stiff as a wire.
Shadrach chuckled, kissing the back of Isaac’s neck. “Hang on for a sec, killer. Let me undress.”
“Oh, God,” Isaac groaned, shuddering.
“I take it that thing is pressing right where it should.”
Isaac didn’t respond, his head tipping to one side. Lownoises left him now, deep and wanton, and his hips moved involuntarily, thrusting against nothing. Shadrach paused with his shirt halfway off, watching the hypnotic flex of freckled muscle in Isaac’s back. When he moved his hips just so, the tip of the black plug was visible between his cheeks, a dark little tease just for him.
“Whereareyou?” Isaac moaned.
That got him moving again. He shed his clothes quickly, and when he was completely naked, he stepped closer, curling around Isaac and delighting in the way the man arched back against him, as though seeking as much skin to skin contact as possible.
Shadrach let his hands roam Isaac’s captive body, dipping down to stroke his leaking cock and then back up, smearing precum across his stomach. He stopped at his nipples, brushing his thumbs teasingly over them before pinching. Isaac’s moans were loud now, and for all the visitors he’d brought here, none had ever sounded so beautiful. He writhed against Shadrach’s body, his whimpers unrestrained.
“How long do you think I could keep you like this?” Shadrach whispered in his ear. “Hours? All night?”
It took him a moment to find his voice. “I think I’d need a power bar if you did—oh,fuck, please, it’s too much.”
Shadrach chuckled. “Hang in there, killer. You’ve got more in you.”
And he waited. He used a clean knife to tease them both with shallow cuts on Isaac’s upper back, licking the blood away. He ground his own hard cock against the cleft of Isaac’s ass, using his hands and his mouth to keep Isaac on edge, teetering at the brink but never allowed to tip over.
When Isaac was gleaming with sweat, rattling the ringsthat restrained him and hoarsely bellowing for mercy, Shadrach gave it. He eased the plug from Isaac’s eager body and thrust inside, aided only by the lube from the plug. Isaac screamed, arching his back to take Shadrach deeper.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he moaned, moving as much as his prone position would allow. “Please fuck me, please fuck me hard, I need it. Make it hurt, Shadrach,please.”
Gripping his hair hard and shoving his chest against the frame, Shadrach pounded into him with a primal strength he knew Isaac could handle. Isaac hollered, his body flexing as he tried to give as good as he took. He was beautiful, a wild animal set free in the safe confines of Shadrach’s restraints. He clawed at Isaac’s back, slapped his ass and thighs hard enough to leave handprints, pinched his nipples, and then grabbed him by the throat, hauling him back against his chest, pulling until his arms were taut, stretched as far as the tight straps would allow.
Isaac’s ragged moans vibrated against the palm of his hand, his head resting on Shadrach’s shoulder. “Yes, yes, more,” he pleaded.
“Goddamn, I love you,” Shadrach snarled, squeezing Isaac’s throat hard enough to cut off his air. His free hand left claw marks down Isaac’s chest that faded in a handful of seconds. He dragged his nails down his stomach and gripped his cock tight. It was red with need, and Isaac nodded, unable to speak. Shadrach redoubled his efforts, snapping his hips forward and stripped his length in a hard, fast rhythm.
“Mm—” Isaac grunted, and Shadrach loosened his grip just enough to let him suck down some much needed air. “Coming,” he said quickly. “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh God, oh God.”
He screamed again as ropes of cum shot from his cock, his body convulsing around Shadrach’s length. Shadrach groaned, ducking his head and sinking his teeth into Isaac’s shoulder. Sweet blood flooded his mouth as he filled Isaac’s hot, fluttering hole with his seed.
For a few moments neither of them moved, Isaac slumped against him and trying to catch his breath. When Shadrach detached his mouth from the fresh wound, he slid the silk off Isaac’s head, and Isaac turned his head for a weak kiss. When they parted, Shadrach noted that his eyes were red.
“You okay, baby?” he purred, stroking Isaac’s stomach.
Isaac nodded. “What’d you call it last time?”
“Sub-drop.”
“Mm-hm. Bed?”
“Of course.” He loosened the wrist straps first, guiding Isaac to grip the frame while he handled the ankle straps so he wouldn’t lose his balance. When he was free, Shadrach scooped him into his arms and carried him to the bedroom, where he tucked him under the blankets. He fetched a warm washcloth, a bottle of water, and a power bar, and returned to the bedroom.
“Here. Just like you said,” he said, handing the food to Isaac and nudging his hip. “Roll over for me.”
