Chapter Two #4
Truly.
“Tell me, Tala. Who owns this truly magnificent body of yours?” he asked, still stroking Ethan’s erection with one hand, and slipping his fingers in and out of his ass with the other.
He fought hard not to cum.
If he did, he knew he’d be punished.
“You, Daddy,” he finally got out. “Oh, fuck! Please let me cum!” he begged.
And he said it loudly.
That pleased Gene.
This wasn’t the same man he’d met over a year ago. This was a newer, kinkier, and more confident Ethan who enjoyed his body being used.
“Oh, Tala, you’ll be cumming plenty. Trust and believe, my sexy fuck toy. You’re going to be dehydrated all week.”
Ethan’s body shook and his thighs tensed as his balls were so far into his sack they had also taken a vacation.
His body was bucking, and Gene was grateful he’d cum already because it had taken the edge off so he could torture his man.
This was going to take a while.
He could bet on it.
“Please,” he begged. “Please let me cum.”
Oh, well, not quite yet.
Instead of answering, he pumped his hand up and down his rock-hard cock, trying to break him. He knew Ethan’s limits, and the man could hold out.
If he didn’t, he’d get exactly what he wanted.
Brutal punishment.
“Look at how magnificent you look out here. People are admiring what is mine,” he said, as Ethan was fighting for his life.
“Please,” he begged. “Fuck me here!”
There was no doubt in Gene’s mind that he was close. He was almost to the point of no return, and Gene needed him there.
Sliding back, he took Ethan’s erection in his mouth, and began blowing him. Only, he kept switching up the rhythm so his lover couldn’t get off.
It was torture.
The whole time, Ethan’s hips bucked, and his body was awash in goosebumps as he vocally begged the man for an iota of mercy.
“Please! Let me cum! Oh, God! I can’t hold on,” he admitted.
Gene ran his teeth up his erection, pulling a shudder from him with one hell of a moan. It was so loud, there was NO DOUBT that people heard him all the way down to the water.
“If you cum, I’ll leave you out here,” he admitted. “I’ll torture you in front of an audience and enjoy it. You’ve yet to fully pull that sadistic side out of me, Tala, but let me assure you, he’s vicious.”
Oh, he believed him, so Ethan fought.
When Gene stood up, he straddled his body, and fucked Ethan’s face.
Tala wasn’t the only one who was turned on. Gene was too. Seeing Ethan give himself over to the pleasure like this, being so willing to try anything, and please him…
It was incredibly erotic.
Yeah, he was going to make the man wait to cum, knowing it drove Ethan wild.
While Gene liked cumming nonstop, and being forced to come, Ethan liked to be played with, making him unable to anticipate the game at hand.
Basically, mind-fucking the mind fucker.
There was no doubt that he would go wild, and be anyone he wanted him to be. The begging would be next.
As Ethan choked on cock again, he fought against the restraints.
Gene slid so deep into his throat that his balls were against Ethan’s chin.
“When you fight, it makes me want to be really rough with your body. So keep it up, and you’ll pull that monster from me. He’ll do beautifully horrible things to your body,” he vowed.
At his words, the chills went down his spine, and Ethan’s eyes rolled up into his head.
It was that moment that Gene knew he was so turned on that if he set him free, he’d go wild.
Well, he wasn’t ready for that yet.
Fucking his face, Gene was already on the cusp. It probably had everything to do with how Ethan was fighting every step of the way.
That predator-prey aspect kicked in, and Gene knew what he wanted.
To cum more.
As he was on the cusp, he slipped out of Ethan’s mouth, and jerked off the rest of the way, painting the man’s neck and chest with his cum.
Ethan moaned.
“Oh, God, I’m so horny,” he muttered. “Please,” he begged, as his lover’s cum coated his skin. “I need you.”
Yeah, Gene could tell.
Well, he wasn’t ready to let the man have any relief. He did believe he warned him what was going to happen when they got to this room.
Sitting down, he put his legs back over his thighs, and Ethan’s dick was throbbing. He could feel it so hard and ready to blow.
So, he didn’t touch it.
“Please,” Ethan begged.
In his hand, he dropped what he was holding so they dangled from his fingers.
And as soon as they did, Ethan’s eyes went wide. Yeah, he knew he was screwed. It was his one weakness, where he’d never be able to keep from cumming.
“Oh, God! No,” he whispered.
Gene nodded.
Someone’s worst nemesis was coming to the party.
If anything would make him say ‘Mustang’, this would be it. Still, Gene didn’t hear the safe word, so silence meant, yes, for Ethan.
Call it a hunch.
“You’re going to love these weighted nipple clamps, Tala. Aren’t they so pretty? They will look amazing, decorating your nipples.”
Someone was breathing heavy, and it wasn’t Gene. He’d cum twice now, and his captive Tala was teetering because there was no way he wouldn’t cum.
“I won’t last long,” he admitted.
That was the point of this.
Without a word, Gene put the first one on Ethan, and his whole body bucked in pleasure.
“I’m going to cum,” Ethan whispered. “I can’t hold on. Please, Daddy,” he begged. “Let me cum.”
Gene wasn’t having it.
This was day one of the sexy fantasy playing out in his head, and he was going to make it a reality.
Bet.
On.
It.
He was to the point.
“No, Tala. If you cum, I’ll leave you sit out here all day. You will be found in this position, and I don’t care who sees your body. We’ve discussed the punishment for disobedience, have we not?”
That turned Ethan on even more.
His man was playing to all of his fantasies and kinks. He liked when Gene threatened to fuck him in public. Why it got him wild, he had no clue, but it did.
His body still bucked, especially when Gene grabbed his other nipple and added the tight clamp.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he whispered, struggling to hold on. His balls ached so much that he knew if the wind blew, he’d cum.
He was on the edge, staring down into Disobedience Canyon.
“Look at my captive Tala,” Gene said, running his hands up and down the man’s flesh to exacerbate the situation. “He looks so horny.”
Oh, and Ethan was.
He’d never wanted to cum more than he did in that moment. It was taking every ounce of control he had to hold on, and he barely was.
As Gene tormented him, Ethan knew he couldn’t hold on much longer. He was stroking his erection, and his nipples were tightly clamped.
He was going to explode.
“Please,” he begged. “I’m going to cum,” he stated.
Well, in that case, he wanted the man to really cum.
Undoing his wrists, he stood him up, and Gene sat down. He made Ethan straddle the chair to face the water. Behind him, the belts dangled from his wrists, and made handy leashes for Gene so he couldn't move his arms.
Then, Gene held his dick still.
With his free hand, he poured the pina colada lube all over his erection, and he knew Ethan was staring down at it, willing his body to be pulled down and taken.
“Oh, Tala,” he said, enjoying the view. “Tell me how badly you want to ride my cock,” he said.
Ethan shook.
“I want to ride your cock so badly. Please put it in my ass,” he begged. “Fuck me with it. God! I need to be fucked,” he whispered, his own dick dripping precum.
Well, ask and he would receive.
“I imagine you look incredible straddling this chair, and my dick, with those pretty nipple weights,” Gene said. “People are admiring what is mine.”
Ethan was well aware, and he wasn’t thinking about them. He was thinking about Gene silencing the demons of worry when it came to his overwhelming need not to be judged. When he was with him, there was no stress.
Now, there was peace.
“Please,” he whispered. “Fuck my ass!”
Oh, but now, it was time.
Pulling him down, Gene wasn’t gentle, since Ethan told him to stop protecting him. Instead, he pulled him down so fast that he was fully empaled on his thick, fat dick.
Ethan was caught off guard, and a feral shout was pulled from his lips, and he came.
His body ruptured apart, and his cum exploded from his body and painted the lounger.
And he wasn’t finished.
Gene slapped him on the ass as he reversed-cowboyed him.
“Ride me. I want the world to see my Tala and what a dirty boy he is. Tell me what you want to be,” he ordered.
Ethan was trying to catch his breath, and he couldn’t. Gene was too much for him.
“Tell me, Tala. What do you want to be?”
He got the words out.
“Your cum dumpster,” he finally said, his dick still dripping cum, and there was more to be had.
“Ride,” he demanded, giving him another slap.
Gene was in heaven. This was exactly what he wanted to see.
His dick in Ethan’s ass.
The man bounced, and the more he bounced, the hornier he got. The nipple clamps bounced and tugged at his nipples, sending shockwaves through his body.
A gay couple walked down the beach, and when they glanced over, Ethan came again from being seen.
“Oh, Tala. Keep riding, my piece of ass,” he said, knowing Ethan loved when he called him that, or fuck toy.
Somehow, he kept riding, and he took the abuse and begged for more.
“Oh, God! I need to be fucked,” he whispered, as Gene was keeping his legs spread wide, so he was on his toes as he was riding his dick.
It was a painfully difficult position to stay in, and he could see his thigh muscles working to compensate.
Someone was getting a workout.
“Keep going, Tala. We’ll see if you’re a good boy or not. I want you to cum again.”
Oh, well, that was easy.
Ethan was already on the edge. Being made to ride Gene like this was torture, and being seen by random people on the beach…
It was something he never thought he’d crave.
And Ethan wanted more.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “You’re hitting that spot,” he warned.
Oh, Gene knew.
He could see the goosebumps crisscrossing his body with each slide back into him.