“On your knees, legs spread, back arched, and chest on the mattress.”
“Yes, Sir.” I move into position, and then Sir kneels behind me. He pushes two lube-slicked fingers into my ass, twists them, fucks me with them.
“I won’t prep you much. You can take me without a lot of stretching.”
He eases his fingers free, and my skin tingles. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that.” It’s fun when it hurts a little, and I trust James to know what my body can handle. If not, I just have to say one word, and it’ll all stop.
He presses his bare cock against my hole. I push out,trying to open up for him, just as Sir starts to push in.
“That’s it. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this ass. It’s so goddamned hot and tight inside you. I can’t wait until you’re all filled with cum.”
“Me…neither,” I say breathlessly, feeling the pressure of his dick breaching my body. It’s a welcome pressure, one that has my cock throbbing harder by the second. I wish he would just thrust into me, fill menow, but he doesn’t, working his way slowly into me. “Please.”
“I’m getting there, dreamer. You just take what your Sir gives you, or I’ll stop.”
“Yes. I’ll take it. I’m sorry for being so cock hungry.”
“You are, aren’t you? You’d be filled with dick all the time if I allowed it.” He pushes in more, my body opening for him, stretching. It’s uncomfortable, but in a good way. One that makes me want to beg him for more.
“Yes. I think about it all the time…daydream about it. I lie in bed at night wishing you were there to fill me…that I could just roll over, present my ass to you, and you’d push inside anytime I needed it.” God, the dirty, filthy things I say to him. I can’t believe they come out of my mouth. They’ve always been in my head, but I’ve never been good at setting them free with anyone but him.
“Fuck, James. I want that too.” He keeps going, past the first ring of muscle, then continuing until he’s buried inside me, his groin against my burning ass, which seems to be a pattern for us. “Now lie there and be a good hole for Sir and let me fuck.”
That is…so, so, so hot.
He pulls out, then thrusts into me. Colton uses my ass like the only thing it’s there for is his pleasure. When I’m with him, that feels true to me as well. My cock is aching beneath me. My balls feel high and tight. Each stroke of his cockdelivers the most delicious pleasure, but each time his groin hits my ass, it irritates my already sore butt.
“Can I stroke myself?” I ask, dying for release.
“No. You’re going to be my little cum dump first. Then once you’ve taken everything in my balls, I might let you come too.”
My dick twitches. This might kill me, but I’d go willingly. Happily.
Sir pulls out of me, flips me to my back, then pushes my legs toward my chest. “Take them,” he orders, and I do, holding under my thighs, leaving myself open for him to continue to use me.
He thrusts back in, neck tight, face etched with concentration. He’s sweating, a bead rolling down his face and falling on my stomach, and I realize with surprise and maybe a little disgust that I would lick up all his sweat if he let me.
“Fuck, here I go. Take it. You’re going to take every drop I give you,” he says, movements becoming jerkier. His dick spasms inside me, giving me what I crave—his cum. To be filled with it. I both want it leaking out of me and always to be inside me.
He bends over, slamming his mouth down on mine as he fucks through his release, my dick weeping with the need for the same thing, but I fight it off, do my best to be Sir’s good boy because making him proud of me is one of my favorite things.
I cry out when he pulls his mouth away from mine. His dick is still in me when he spits on my cock, takes it in one hand, leaving the other beneath the head while he strokes. I come embarrassingly quickly, shooting into his other hand, pleasure making me feel like I’m floating as I sink into the mattress.
“You’re smiling,” Colton says, his finger tracing my lips. “Lick.” I do, tasting my release he spread there like lipstick. He does it again, then kisses me, lapping at my mouth and getting his fill of me too, before he feeds me the rest, and I take it all like a good boy should.
“Watch me,” he tells me, and I open my eyes, see him lubing a plug. “Spread.”
I do, holding my legs back, then watching while he works the plug into my body, trapping his cum there.
“You’ll wear that for the rest of the day.”
I will, and I’ll love it. “Yes, Sir.”
He pushes the plug in, then takes my hand, leading me into the bathroom. He doesn’t turn on the shower before climbing in, taking me with him. When we’re both standing there, Colton says, “I’d like to piss on you. That’s not something we’ve done before or talked much about, and it wasn’t on your limits when we first started talking. I might not be able to brand you, but I can do that. If that’s not something you want, it’s okay, but I wanted to ask.”
I…have never been pissed on before. I’ve never thought of being pissed on before. There’s a voice in my head telling me I should be grossed out by the mere thought of it. Piss is supposed to be gross. Who lets someone pee on them? But I don’t want to say no. I want to be marked by him. Hell, I never thought I would want someone to spit in my mouth either, but here we are.
“I can wash it off afterward? I know that defeats the purpose in a way, but—”
