Chapter Two #3
“I suggest you really get my dick wet, because it’s going in your ass sooner, rather than later.”
Oh, that was exactly what Ethan wanted.
Tala needed a good fucking.
As he was face fucked, Ethan whimpered, his own cock so hard he couldn’t focus on anything but that.
He wanted to be bent over and fucked in the worst way by this man.
It was a craving he couldn’t overcome.
An addiction.
Oh, and he suspected that it was going to be a rough ride too.
As he was choking on Gene’s dick, he could feel him getting thicker and harder in his throat.
When he looked up at him, there were tears in Ethan’s eyes from Gene hitting the back of his throat, relentlessly as he worked himself off in his mouth.
“Oh, I want to fuck your face so hard,” he muttered, knowing that he had to trust that Ethan could handle it, or use their safe word.
Because he was about to go hard.
Harder than ever before.
Ethan said nothing because he had a dick down his throat, and he couldn’t respond. All he could do was take the oral assault with the man’s cock.
As Gene used his face, Ethan didn’t touch his own dick. He’d been trained better than that. If he broke the rules, Tala wouldn’t be getting off, and that was the opposite of what he needed.
Someone was going to be a good Tala.
No.
Matter.
What.
Daddy gave the orders, and he worshipped on his knees. It had been weeks since he’d been able to let Tala out for this man, simply because they had company in their condo—nonstop.
But by Jesus, with each passing day, Ethan had wanted this man to just take him on their couch like he used to.
Rough.
And.
Hard.
“I’m close,” Gene said, knowing he needed to take the edge off, or he’d be out of control. “Be ready,” he warned. “Swallow all of me, or I’ll punish you in ways you never thought I could.”
Oh, holy fuck.
Ethan wanted that.
He wanted that in the worst way possible.
As he took his dick further down his throat, Gene exploded, and he forced Ethan’s head further onto his erection. There was no way to breathe, and he hadn’t been ready for it.
His choking response kicked in, and he began fighting for air. The whole time, the bigger man refused to let him free to get any.
Oh, and he knew why.
Gene liked it when he fought.
At the lack of air, Ethan got dizzy, but he wasn’t in control, and that was exactly what Gene was trying to show him. The minute he gave up fighting, and went with it, Gene would let him breathe.
All around Ethan, the room began spinning.
Just as he was about to black out, he felt Gene relent. That’s when he picked him up, and he went limp in his arms.
“I love it when you fight me, Tala. You know that,” he said, holding him as Ethan focused on getting air in. “Today is going to be a rough day for you until you learn I’m in control—not you. I own all of you, and your breathing.”
Oh, God.
His dick ached so bad for attention.
Ethan was finally getting what he wanted. Gene was going harder, and not cutting him slack. The harder he went, the more he wanted.
No.
Craved.
There was no gentleness now, and Ethan understood why Gene had given him a safe word.
He was definitely going to make him work for it, or break him of all the bad habits.
Oh, thank God.
The man stopped trying to protect him for his own good, and was letting him feel what was out there.
As he was placed on the lounger outside of the room, Ethan was acutely aware that he was naked, and his dick was standing upright.
Anyone walking by or down the beach was going to see him. To make it worse, Gene had the belts, and he wrapped them around his wrists, and bound them above his head onto the chair.
Ethan moaned.
He didn’t understand why he craved this so much, but he wanted every single wicked thing Gene could come up with done to him.
The filthier, the fouler, and the harder the better. It was like a test, and all he wanted to do was please his Top.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, Tala. I’m fucking this magnificent ass of yours out here. I want everyone to hear you beg for my cum.”
Ethan shook at just his words, knowing there was no way he’d be quiet, or not seen.
Jesus.
But he wanted this treatment in the worst way.
No.
He wanted all the kinky things that Gene could come up with piled on until he felt safe and protected against the man’s body.
Against Daddy.
When he was secured, Gene left him there, and his dick was still waving at attention.
Immediately, Gene admired the picture, and wanted to see more of this.
He was in his Master era.
And he was here for it.
Someone was going to be working hard for it this whole week.
Heading back into the room, Ethan was forced to face the water, and wasn’t able to cover himself up.
In fact, his legs were spread, and his feet were on each side of the lounger, baring his balls and dick to the world.
And he loved it.
Being this controlled did the opposite of what one would think. He felt powerfully safe, protected, and loved.
When someone walked down the beach, he flushed red, knowing they just saw him.
Because they looked.
And in that moment, worried Ethan dissolved, and owned Tala took over.
The man’s eyes went huge, and Ethan’s dick got harder, leaking cum at being seen.
Jesus.
He was all about voyeurism, and how it affected his body like this, but there was no doubt it did. He was feeling wanton and so incredibly turned on.
This kink lit that fire, and Ethan knew he’d always need it.
There was no doubt there.
From the doorway of their room, Gene watched and enjoyed the show. He suspected this would be the reaction, and with being a Top, it was all about ways to make your bottom get all hot and bothered.
He saw the man walk down the beach, and leaving Ethan there, fully exposed, proved what he’d suspected. Someone liked not only being viewed like this, but being at his Top’s whims.
And it was hot.
Ethan’s dick was harder, and he was flushed red, but not in embarrassment. He wanted to fuck in some wild romp, doing whatever he was told.
Gene was now, fully in control of Ethan’s body, and it would be about training him.
Someone had a sex slave, and it was him.
Oh, the fun they were going to have.
Bet.
On.
It.
When Ethan’s hips were struggling not to move, as he was so turned on, Gene already wanted to cum again. Watching his hot man being checked out by other men walking by like he was left out there like some carved piece of art was erotic.
Kink was only fun if both parties got off on it.
Oh, and he absolutely was.
The more he saw Ethan enjoying it, the less-submissive part of him wanted to come out, and instead, he wanted to take Ethan to all kinds of places where he could be fucked and on display.
As cum dripped from the tip of Ethan’s cock, Gene knew it was time to have some fun.
With him.
When Gene came back, he had something in his hands other than the lube, but Ethan couldn’t see it.
There was no doubt it would be sadistic.
Oh, and he hoped it was truly wicked. Here, without being around people who would know him, he wanted Gene to push the envelope as far as he could.
It was time.
And he was ready.
To start the fun, Gene sat on the lounger, facing Ethan. Once in position, he lifted his legs to be over his own. It tipped Ethan’s hips, and gave him full access to the man’s body.
“Time to make you cum,” he said, stroking Tala’s erection. “We’re going to work on training you to cum on my demand, Tala. When I want your cum, you’re going to give it to me.”
He whimpered.
“Tell me your cum is mine, Tala, and address me how I deserve to be addressed.”
He moaned, his hips moving, as Gene brutalized his dick with his fist.
He was rough.
He was demanding.
And he expected obedience.
“My cum is yours, Daddy,” he whispered. “Take it,” he added, moaning so loudly, surely everyone heard him, and he didn’t care.
Not.
At.
All.
At his response, Gene jacked him off, trying to make the man break, and he nearly did.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan whispered, as he couldn’t stop him from abusing and using his body however he wanted.
And this was exactly what he needed.
“Every drop,” Gene said, staring into Ethan’s eyes. “You’re going to give me all you have, and whenever I tell you to.”
He slowly nodded, his body reacting to the people walking down the beach, them sitting like this on the lounger, and his arms bound above his head like a prisoner.
This was beyond hot for him.
“Don’t cum yet,” he ordered. “When I want your cum, Tala, I’ll take it. If you cum, we stop, and Daddy is going to be disappointed. Don’t ruin our vacation, Tala, or I’ll leave you out here for everyone to see.”
He whimpered, and that didn’t help him not want to cum. The idea of him doing that made Ethan harder than he’d ever been in his life.
“Good, Tala,” Gene said, feeling the man’s dick swell as much as it possibly could. He was teetering on the edge, desperate to blow.
Now, it was torture time.
Gene stopped, giving him a second to breathe, and as he did, he began pouring some lube onto his fingers.
Ethan’s eyes went huge.
There was no way he’d be able to not cum if he finger-fucked him.
As his fingers were slicked up, he stuck them in Ethan’s mouth, gagging him with them.
“Taste like the beach?” he asked, grinning wickedly as Ethan’s dick bobbed at the abuse.
He moaned, trying to nod.
“Good.”
With his fist back around his dick, he began brutally pumping away, focusing mostly on the head of his dick where he was the most sensitive.
His body tensed.
“Don’t cum,” he said, as he ran his fingers over the man’s tight pucker. While his eyes said no, and his body was so rigid, it felt like he would shatter apart, his ass said the opposite.
The second he played with his pucker, Ethan relaxed, inviting him into his body.
And that was training.
Now, Gene was able to slip into him with his fingers, and he wasn’t gentle.
No, he was brutal.
Ethan moaned.
“Louder,” Gene ordered. “I want everyone to see my Tala perform for me. Who owns you, Tala?” he asked.
Ethan was flushed red.
But he loved it.