“I love you too. Now, make as much noise as you like. They’re here for you after all,” I say as I throw my mouth back down onto his. And then I’m sinking into his heat one inch at a time until I’m fully seated inside my boy. My cock fits inside him so well. I want to say that I was created for his tight hole. I drag myself back out slowly, making sure my piercings hit his prostate before plunging back in. Introducing Jamie to his prostate has me eager to pound into him roughly and see if I can have him spurt all over himself.
Jamie is moaning, cock leaking, as I lick into his mouth. Biting, licking, sucking, repeat. It’s wet and uncoordinated. Slowly, I pick up the pace as Jamie fists the bedsheet. He tries to match my thrusts as I pound into him. His thighs are convulsingand he’s moaning so loudly, mumbling nonsense as I take from him what no one before me ever has.
Eying the clamps around his pinched buds, I pull slightly. His eyes flicker to mine, and then they are rolling back. “Arnie, oh my god, oh fuck — “ His hips buck, thighs tensing as he thrashes up.
Come pours from his untouched cock as I pound faster. God, he must have had a prostate orgasm. It flows and drips down his side onto the bed. I want to lick it off him. Taste him. Another time.
“Good blondie. Now get on your knees. I think you have another one in you,” I growl as I pull out of him and take off the clamps and bar.
He does as he’s told bit by bit; the orgasm leaving him a little out of it. I turn him so he is facing the crowd, kneeling back on his haunches. Behind him, I push into his heat again. One hand on his neck lightly, the other across his chest so he is upright and tight against me.
My brutal thrusts pick up again, his sweaty body blushing all over as he notices not just how exposed he is this way, but his professor watching front and centre. The tiny spikes on my harness stab into his creamy skin with every thrust, and I know I won’t last much longer. Nipping his ear, he turns to me for a kiss that’s messy and wet. Raw, primal and I fucking love it.
“You like being fucked in front of others, blondie?” I whisper into his ear. A nod and a whine are all I get as an answer.
“Now they all know you’re a slut too. Even your professor. I wonder if he ever thought about your cock while you sat in his class.” His breathing is ragged, and he’s leaking all over the bed, which makes me think he must be close again. I just can’t help myself as I wrap my hand around him. Pumping my fist in sync with my thrusts as I chase my release too.
“Filthy boy. I bet you’d love it if he brought that sub over to suck you off, wouldn’t you?” A guttural moan I’ve never heard from him before chokes its way out of his throat, and then he’s coming a second time, shaking. I push him into the mattress and pound into him. I watch his hole as it stretches to accommodate me, and then I’m growling out my orgasm as I come deep inside him.
After a moment, I look up to see that everyone is gone. Jamie is breathing heavily as he leans into me with his full weight relaxed. I slip out of him, and once he’s able to, I help him into the shower that’s attached to the room. We wash in silence, slow kisses between cleaning each other. Whispering affections in his ear as I take my time to clean him all over. Showering him with praise and telling him how much he matters to me. I dry him off and get us dressed before asking if he wants to stay or go home. He wants to stay, to meet Mags properly despite just having been fucked within an inch of his life.
We make our way back out to the bar area, fingers laced together as we head to the booth that Mags, Gerry, Simmons and his sub, Freddie, are sitting in. His sub on the floor again, kneeling on a black velvet cushion, sipping what looks like lemonade from a highball glass.
“Can I... uh...” Jamie trails off, looking unsure as we approach them.
“What is it? We can leave if this is all too much.”
“No, uh…can I kneel for you here too?”
Oh, my brave boy. My heart thumps in my chest as I nod, leading him to the seat at the opposite end of Simmons' boy.
“I will grab you a cushion and a drink. Go say hello before you kneel, blondie.”
He gives me a soft smile and goes over to say hi as I go to order drinks. When I make my way back, the group is laughing at something Jamie has said. He’s telling a story, hands flailinganimatedly. He’s smiling, relaxed and confident. I know my friends will love him.
Change is happening, but it’s the positive kind. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Mags sees me and ushers me over, a wide grin on his face as he sides eyes Jamie. Oh God, this is going to be fun, I think, as I roll my eyes at him.
I place the cushion down, and Jamie thanks me for his drink before effortlessly sliding down to kneel beside me. I sit with my fingers trailing through his curls as I make conversation. There’s no judgement, no weirdness. Just acceptance, and it fills me with happiness.
I catch Freddie signalling to speak to Simmons, and he nods. “Can I speak with Arnie’s sub, please?” He asks in the most angelic voice, which I have the feeling is a complete act.
“Yes, if it’s okay with Arnie,” Simmons pulls on his lead till the boy is closer though, his eyes narrowing as he warns through gritted teeth, “but no funny business, Freddie. I mean it.” He realises him and goes back to our conversation once I agree Jamie may speak to Freddie.
We chat a while longer before I hear a commotion below me, and then Jamie’s hair is suddenly pulled from under my hand. Looking down, Jamie is on his back.
Freddie on top of him.
Kissing him.
Simmons pulls on the lead to get him off just as Jamie pushes him off forcefully.
“Didn’t I say no funny business? Get your ass to the purple rooms. Arnie, I think it’s only fair you dole out his punishment, hm?”
I barely hear what else Simmons is saying as I stare down at a swollen-lipped Jamie, stormy eyes glazed as he stares up at me, fingertips touching where Freddie’s mouth has just been.
Behind me, I can hear Mags clapping as Gerry laughs. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” Mags announces.
If the hard cock jutting out from Jamie’s skirt is any sign. Then I think this relationship just got a little more interesting.
