He grabbed Dylan’s cock, pumping it with slow, teasing strokes as he rubbed his belly and kept on kissing his neck. Dylan looked like he was in heaven.
Ryker pushed away from the wall, no longer content to watch. He stood in front of Dylan, the boy sandwiched between him and August, and dragged the tip of the crop down the boy’s flank and over his hip.
Dylan jerked, surprised to find Ryker suddenly standing right in front of him, his muscles tensing at every light touch of the crop.
Ryker wasn’t going to push him – Dylan was tired and he wouldn’t be able to handle more than a short scene – but he wanted to give Dylan a very light taste of what it felt like to have his balls played with.
“Spread your legs,” he instructed, crouching down and running the crop up the inside of Dylan’s thigh. When Dylan did little more than shuffle his feet half an inch apart, Ryker smacked his inner thigh. “Wider.”
Dylan rushed to obey, and Ryker reached out to admire the red mark he’d made on Dylan’s skin. He really did mark up beautifully.
“That’s more like it,” Ryker said. He looked up at August, who peered down at him over Dylan’s shoulder. “What do you think, the padded cuffs or should we go for rope?”
“Cuffs,” August said. He released Dylan from his embrace, stepping away and leaving Dylan looking unsteady on his feet. Ryker reached out and held his hand on the boy’s thigh.
“Are you having fun?” Ryker asked, stroking his crop up the inside of Dylan’s legs and nudging lightly at his balls.
Feeling the flap of the crop on his sac, Dylan froze.
“Well?” Ryker demanded, nudging Dylan’s balls with the crop and making them swing back and forth.
Dylan made a cautious noise of affirmation.
“Good.” Ryker reached for Dylan’s balls, wrapping his thumb and index finger around the base of his sac and moving down, trapping his little balls and forcing his scrotum to pull tight around them. He ran the flap of his crop over the smooth skin, caressing Dylan’s balls. “I want you to have fun.”
He tapped Dylan’s balls with the tip of the crop, as gentle a hit as he could manage, but Dylan still made a sound like he’d been punched in the gut.
Ryker rubbed his thumb over Dylan’s trapped balls, pushing down on the tender orbs and making Dylan whimper.
“That’s a good boy,” Ryker rumbled, lifting his thumb when Dylan’s cock started to go soft. He kept his grip on Dylan’s balls in place, pulling them down and out of the way as he leaned in and took Dylan’s flagging cock in his mouth.
It didn’t take long before Dylan was raging hard and dripping, at which point Ryker released his cock with wet plop and smacked the crop down on his balls with a whack. He repeated the blow before Dylan could react and then leaned down to take his cock into his mouth.
Dylan cried out, the noise turning into a grunt when Ryker swallowed his cock to the base and deepthroated him.
Ryker grinned around the cock in his mouth. He loved August’s massive monster, but the advantage of Dylan’s smaller shaft was that it was so much easier to give him a blowjob.
“Is Ryker hitting your poor little balls?” August asked, coming back up behind Dylan and hugging him against his front.
Dylan made a woeful noise of confirmation.
Ryker chuckled. “You seemed to enjoy it, from what I could tell.”
Dylan made an outraged noise, which Ryker responded to by taking a break from blowing him to deliver another smack to his trapped balls.
“Ouch,” August said, his voice teasing as he rubbed his hand roughly over Dylan’s muzzle. “He’s such a meanie.”
Ryker rubbed his thumb down on Dylan’s balls, pressing down just hard enough to hurt before letting go completely. He slid his hand under Dylan’s taint, pushing up his crack and rubbing over his hole.
It still hadn’t closed all the way from August knotting him a while ago, and when Ryker pushed his finger inside, he could feel the squelch of his mate’s come. He added another finger, pumping them in and out of Dylan’s sore hole before curving them and finding his prostate.
Dylan cried out, and this time there was nothing but bliss and satisfaction in the noise. Ryker grinned, lifting up so that he could focus on the head of Dylan’s cock, working his glans and his prostate with equal vigor until Dylan was trembling with pleasure and built-up lust.
Ryker would leave Dylan’s balls alone for the rest of the night, he decided. He’d given him a tiny taste of ballbusting, and that was more than enough for now. He didn’t want to take things too far and turn Dylan against the idea of exploring it further.
Continuing his sloppy blowjob and aggressive probing of Dylan’s prostate, Ryker pulled his fingers out of Dylan’s ass and let go of his cock when he felt the boy approaching his orgasm.
“Not yet, you don’t,” he said, rising up and giving his own cock a few tugs. He tossed the crop away, leaning down to kiss him over his muzzle. He licked the leather, tracing the outline of Dylan’s lips before moving up and giving his nose a playful lick.
