"It depends on what we've agreed on ahead of time," Miles felt the need to at least attempt a normal safety discussion, despite suddenly wanting to be anything but. "With you tied up and helpless, I could do anything I wanted to you."
A soft whimper escaped Chris's throat. He squirmed closer, his cock tenting his capris, pressing against Miles's thigh alongside the belt. "You've taken such good care of me, Daddy," he breathed, shy and eager at once in the most delectable way.
Daddy.The term was still jarring, and this time filled him with conflicting emotions. This sweet young man, who was clearly offering himself to Miles, wasn't quite young enough to be his actual son, but it was difficult to shake off the idea. At the same time, that single word amplified the shiver of protective adoration he'd felt earlier into a sudden blaze that went straight to his cock.
"It's my pleasure." He ought to let go of the jute and send the boy on his way. Instead, he found himself holding the rope tighter. "You look really good in your harness."
Chris flushed, wetting his lips. "Can I buy you a drink when you're done here? Jay likes handsome daddies, too...."
"I'm afraid I don't drink," Miles replied, feeling a small pang of regret for the loss of the social lubricant.
"Then maybe... maybe we could just meet up and hit up the bathroom?" Chris pressed closer, nearly trembling with excitement despite his voice being barely audible. "Please, Daddy, I really wanna thank you...."
Part of Miles's mind could already see the mechanics of it, thrilled by the proposition and how easy it would be to have such a sweet young thing helpless under him in passion. He glanced over at Darren, who was still watching with Chris's eager... friend? Boyfriend?
Darren tilted his head, his smile undoubtedly approving. Surely he could dominate that enthusiastic puppy with one finger.
It would be so easy... but was that really what he wanted?
Miles tightened the jute around his wrists, pulling him closer. He pressed his thigh intentionally between Chris's, making theyoung man gasp. "I'll be here pretty late, I'm afraid. But come to the bondage meetup. We can grab a coffee afterwards. Maybe take a bit more time to let you try more Shibari?"
Chris nodded, despite his disappointment. "You sure you can't take a break? I'm really, really good at giving head...."
"Another time, sweetheart," Miles said. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth before releasing him, unwrapping the jute from his wrists. "Enjoy the rest of the festival, alright? See you at the meetup?"
"Enjoy the festival, cuties," Darren agreed, squeezing past him. "Hey Michael, I think we're running out of the red rope. Can I get into storage? Sarah, can you hold down the fort for ten?"
"Sure thing." Darren's domme gave them a smile, raising her eyebrows pointedly. "For as long as you need."
Michael handed across the keys to the cube truck with a smirk that was just as knowing, and Miles found himself towed out of the booth.
"Can you come up with me and help me find it?" Darren unlocked the roll-up door. As soon as they were inside, Miles pulled the door down again without question. It sent the inside of the sweltering cube truck into near darkness.
"Oh my God, that was so fucking hot." Darren's mouth crashed into his, pushing him back against the wall of the truck. In the heat, his bare skin slid against Miles's, interrupted only by the lines of rope tied around their torsos. Darren pushed a hand down the front of his spanks and underwear to palm his quickly swelling cock. "Fuck, pet, watching that cute little twink simper and beg for Daddy's cock - !"
"I didn't think it would be that hot," Miles admitted. He managed to get into the pocket of Darren's utili-kilt, encountering foil-wrapped condoms with a moan of relief. "Oh god yes, you came prepared."
"Always. Really wish we had time for you to rail me right now," Darren panted, rubbing and squeezing his cock eagerly. "And that we weren't in the back of a damn box truck. Gimme one, I wanna jerk you off."
Miles groaned, tearing one open with his teeth. He managed to tuck Darren's kilt up into his harness, rolling the lube-slick latex down his husband's straining shaft. "Fuck, he was so sweet and shy, Dare."
"Yess...." Darren rocked up into his grip as he started to jerk Miles off in kind. Even with a condom on, the caress of his hand felt incredible after the tantalizing encounter. "Is that the kind of sub that does it for you, pet?" he purred against his mouth, smiling and breathless. "An innocent little boy that you can throw around and have your way with?"
"Oh my god," Miles bit his lip on a groan, picturing it all too clearly. He raked his free hand down Darren's sweat-streaked back, pulling him closer. "Fuck. Fuck, I should have said yes, shouldn't I?"
"We should have dragged them both back here and had them on their knees." Darren's breath grew ragged against his lips. His touch grew more urgent, twisting his fingers and caressing the head of his cock on each upstroke, just like he knew Miles loved. "Fuck, husband. I wanna see that cute little twink on his knees begging for Daddy to claim him while I ram my cock down his boyfriend's throat."
Everything Darren said was insanely tantalizing. Miles sucked at his throat, working Darren's cock as his own passion built swiftly. "You want to watch me throw him over that crate, Sir? Just rip down those cute shorts and fuck him hard?"
"Jesus,yes." Darren stuttered up into his grip, breathing hard. "Oh fuck, wanna watch you wreck that sweet young thing with your huge cock."
"And you'll fuck his boyfriend and make him watch?" Miles felt intoxicated by the idea. "You'd rail that slutty little puppy so hard, and he'd love every moment of it."
"Oh my god, yes," Darren panted, biting briefly at his neck. "Fuck, Miles. Wanna watch you rail that - ah - that sweet little twink. Stretch him open with your huge cock - pound into him until - until he can't remember his own name - and your cum is dripping down his thighs - !"
Miles couldn't say who came first, too caught up in his words and the eroticism of possibility. He sucked on Darren's jaw, desperately trying to keep from making too much noise. Jerking up, he exploded in Darren's grip, orgasm bursting white between his eyes. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he kept stroking Darren's cock even as his husband pulsed in his fingers with a breathless cry. Rutting against his palm, Darren's free hand dug into Miles's sweat-streaked back as he came apart, finally sagging against him. Spent.
Panting, mind reeling, Miles leaned back heavily against the truck wall. He ought to be thinking about cleanup, but he felt so damn good. "Oh my god."
