Two fingers soon replaced one and the feeling of being stretched was even more exhilarating. Brian’s long fingers massaged the walls and then reached further and stimulated Luca’s prostate to the point where he was afraid he was going to come just from that, so he let out a moan, followed by a plea. His Master’s other hand reached under him and his thumb and pointer finger tightly circled the base of his sub’s shaft, effectively staving off the urge to come.
When three fingers replaced two, Luca was almost out of his head. Brian’s hand turned, his fingers curled, and the sub felt pushed closer and closer to the edge. The Sicilian felt totallyout of control, and he relaxed himself further, pushing out against his Dom’s fingers, letting go, submitting to him fully. The thought, the feeling, was incredible, and the man realized how much he trusted the other not to hurt him.
Four fingers. Luca felt separated from his body like his head was floating somewhere else. His Master had complete control over his body, as if it was his domain. He owned him, and could do whatever he pleased with him. That was okay, because he trusted his Dom. His Dom was taking him someplace he had never been. It was taboo and humiliating. It was none of that, because that man wouldn’t allow it to be.
Fingers curled against Luca’s inner walls and massaged his sensitive gland, making him feel as if any moment he would be milked empty. Tight fingers held his cock, not allowing him to ignite against his will, or against that of his Master. The other man’s voice breathed in his ear, telling him what a good boy he was and promising to make him feel good. So good.
As Luca floated along he felt fingers slowly pulling out, but before he could adjust he heard the lube again and something very thick was pushed into his hole. It felt ribbed with sections getting larger and larger, each time a new section was pushed into him and he felt his breath pulled from his chest. Finally, the pushing stopped; the object was fully seated and he felt more stretched than ever before, but the thing was vibrating and that felt so good, like tiny, little massaging fingers.
Luca registered Brian’s voice telling him to not come, then announcing that he was going to warm his skin up. The subheard his Dom standing up, his breath starting to hitch at the loss of the warmth radiating from the other man’s body, and needy whimpers escaped from his lips now that his cock was abandoned.
In a soft, soothing voice, Brian asked Luca to relax, lightly dragging the end of the flogger over his body. Whap! The straps of the flogger fell on the man’s back, the sting they left behind and the vibrations within him making a delicious combination. The flogger came down three more times, sending him into heaven, and he mentally thanked his Master.
Another three hits followed, then Brian spoke again, warning Luca he was about to move to something more intense. He put down the flogger, leaving the other man in the dark, both literally and figuratively. At that point, the sub didn’t know what to expect, but he was so mellowed, so relaxed, that it didn’t matter. Anything will be amazing, he thought.
Fwap. Luca flinched, because that stung more than anything else, but the afterglow, the heat flowing out of the point of contact was worth it, because it pushed him further into the place where he found himself. Floating, disembodied, piqued.Fwap, fwap, fwap. The man grunted with each hit, but the spread of each reverberating hit was divine.
Fwap, fwap, fwap. Luca moaned, waiting for more. He was not afraid of voicing his pleasure, the flogger coming in contact with his back three more times. After that, Brian stopped, saying that it was enough. His Dom’s hands massagedcream into his back, firm fingers dug into muscles, turning his body into jello.
Luca lay on the bench, every part of his body fully relaxed, not one muscle was working. He had no control over himself, but felt completely relaxed and was totally okay with it. That was until strong fingers slid under and grip his forgotten cock. His Master woke it up, blood started to flow, irrigating it, the excitement grew and the sub could feel again, with a vengeance, as strong, steady strokes pulled him toward ecstasy.
Luca desperately voiced his urgent need to come, but Brian told him to wait, his hand slowing down. The next second, he felt the large plug being slowly pulled from his ass, but it only took a second, and his Dom’s warm cock filled him. His Dom started to move his hips, working him, pumping slowly, then quickening the pace, the Sicilian’s need to come almost overwhelming.
Luca’s body tensed, as he wanted to obey, to please his Master, like the man pleased him. Brian’s balls were slapping his sub’s ass, and those of the other man were slapping between his thighs, until they were almost ready to explode from how tight they were, making him whimper, a sound he didn’t recognize.
Hips thrusted harder, then slowed down, until Luca was told to cum, the sound of Brian’s voice more like a growl. The Sicilian screamed to high heaven, and his balls exploded, cock bursting like a dam. Brian roared behind the lover as he slammed three more times. Before his partner felt him tighten, growing even thicker and then filling him up, hot juicessplashing against his core. One, two, three, four bursts of molten hot lava.
Brian let out a tired chuckle and kissed the back of Luca’s neck then slowly lifted his body off of him. He rubbed his sub’s back more before slowly pulling out, making the other emit a sound of disapproval and despair. Soon, however, he became relaxed and calm again, as his Master pushed a small, lubed plug in his ass.
Awareness. It was dark, but something was streaming through the window. Images, no words. Dark, light, soft, firm, warm. When Luca could put real, identifiable thoughts together, he realized he was upstairs, in his Master’s huge bed, Bart and Martino sleeping peacefully at one of his sides, his Dominant holding him in his arms.
“How are you doing?” Brian asked, softly petting the other’s face.
“I’m in Nirvana.” Luca replied softly. “Can I stay here?”
“As long as you’d like.” Brian’s answer came in a soft, affectionate voice.
“Thank you.” Luca breathed out and let his eyes drop closed again. “I choose forever.”
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It’s getting crowded in here, Brian thought with a smile, seeing the ghost looking around. “Come and have a seat.” He gestured to one of the chaise-loungers.
“Hello, my dear friend, what a wonderful evening.” Don Giovanni plopped down on a rattan garden chair. “I thought you could use some company.” He waved his hand.“Hey, cousin, come closer!” The mafioso turned to the librarian. “Lazzaro’s papa; he’s not sure if he’s allowed to join.”
“Of course he is.” Brian gestured to another chair. “I saw you at the cage match and I wondered who you were but I should have known.”
“My son's greatest dream was to become a vet, and now he is one.” Another spirit approached the librarian with an extended hand, offering him a grateful smile. “Desmond O’Brien, Oisin’s father, sorry about our first meeting, but, back then, I felt all my poor boy’s fear, pain, and tears.”
“It’s all in the past now.” Brian smiled, waving dismissively with his hand, then chuckled. “Poor Oisin had to deal with me falling asleep on the phone more than once while helping him study.Martino, too. They and the others have all grown into wonderful men. I try to help them achieve their dreams.”
“You have a heart of gold and was like a dad for my poor boy.” Desmond O’Brien spoke in a gratitude-filled voice. “He was so sick and weakened when you got him from that prison, and look at him now!”
Brian was about to reply, when his phone rang. It was Ian, who yelled into the phone as soon as the librarian answered. “Sir, the baby kicked! Our son kicked for the first time!”
“This is wonderful news.” Brian’s eyes were shining with joy. “Strong like his fathers, I'm betting.” He turned to Desmond, grinning. “Your grandson kicked.”
“I'm so happy right now!” The ghost started to cry. “Thank you!” He exclaimed, hugging the librarian.
