August’s fingers looked enormous in Dylan’s hole, his armored motorcycle gloves making his fingers even thicker than usual, and Ryker wished he had his phone so that he could take a picture.
Dylan resumed licking, but Ryker could feel that his heart wasn’t in it. He was too focused on August’s fingers in his ass.
“That’s it,” August growled, pumping his fingers in and out of Dylan’s hole. He added more lube, spreading his fingers apart to dribble it directly into Dylan’s hole, making Dylan grunt as his anal ring was stretched even further. When he resumed fingering him, he must have hit Dylan’s prostate, because Dylan let out a sudden moan that had August smirking like the cat that ate the canary. “Yeah, you like that, eager little slut. I think you’re ready for more. Do you want me to shove a nice little toy up your ass?”
August pulled his fingers out of Dylan’s ass and reached for a medium-sized plug. He coated it in lube, making the black rubber glisten.
When he didn’t get an answer, August smacked Dylan’s ass. “I asked you a question, Dylan.”
“Yes, please,” Dylan mumbled, voice muffled by Ryker’s muscular ass. He stopped licking for a second. “How big is it?”
Ryker was blocking Dylan’s view, and so he wouldn’t be able to anticipate what August was going to shove inside of him. In Ryker’s opinion, that was a good thing. Dylan didn’t need to know what August was going to do. He just had to take it.
“What did I tell you?” he growled, letting a little aggression bleed into his voice. “You focus on me and my ass. That’s it.”
Dylan went back to licking, fast strokes that stabbed at Ryker’s hole, his tongue lapping with intimidated obedience.
“It’s not a big one,” August said, rolling his eyes at Ryker’s glare. “Now relax your hole, it’s going in.”
Dylan relaxed, but he may have underestimated what August considered not a big one. He took the first inch of the plug without resistance, but when the circumference exceeded the width of two of August’s fingers he started to clench down and resist.
“You can take it,” August said, applying steady pressure and sinking the plug deeper. Dylan’s rim stretched around the black rubber, making him whimper as the black rubber forced his hole to open wider and wider, but Ryker knew from experience that he could take much thicker without tearing.
“You’re not licking,” Ryker warned, watching as Dylan’s rim was held open by the thickest part of the plug. August kept it there, rocking it in place, before pushing it deeper and letting Dylan’s hole clamp down on the flared base.
Dylan let out a breath of relief, breathing fast as August prodded at the base of the plug. He still wasn’t licking Ryker’s hole.
“August, could you grab me one of the riding crops from the wall?”
August looked up from Dylan’s ass, eyes crinkled with mirth. “Sure. Is he being bad?”
Dylan seemed to realize his mistake and pushed his tongue back into Ryker’s taint, but Ryker was in the mood to teach him a lesson.
“He needs a little reminder, that’s all.”
August walked over and grabbed a crop, handing it to Ryker. It was a slim braided leather rod with a sturdy little flap on the end, and it would deliver just the right amount of sting for what Ryker had in mind.
“Dylan, what did I tell you to focus on?”
“Your ass,” Dylan mumbled between licks.
“And what were you focusing on just now?”
Dylan’s breath caught. He paused his licking and then swiped his tongue over Ryker’s hole in apology. “My ass.”
Ryker brought the crop down on Dylan’s cheek, right next to the plug, making him jerk and cry out in surprise.
“Do better,” Ryker growled, smacking him again. The crop left a lovely red welt, a much brighter red than the fading handprints from where August must have spanked him earlier.
“I think we’ll do this one next.” August traced the marks where the crop had hit Dylan’s ass before reaching down to pick up a flesh-colored dildo. It was about seven inches and moderately thick, and it would be a nice midway point between the smaller plug and the purple monster.
He lubed it up, not caring that he was getting lube all over his gloves, and yanked the plug out of Dylan’s hole.
The removal of the plug caught Dylan by surprise, and he stopped licking and let out a hiss of pain. Ryker brought the crop down on his ass, smacking him hard until he resumed licking.
Satisfied, Ryker placed the tip of the crop on Dylan’s balls in a warning of what would happen if he lapsed again. Dylan shuddered, his efforts increasing exponentially.
August gave Ryker a look, warning him that slapping Dylan’s balls would be a step too far. Ryker rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to introduce cock and ball torture without talking it over and setting up proper safewords in advance.
