Chapter Seven #2
The moan was feral, and LOUD.
“Oh, look at my dirty, dirty Tala. How’s it feel to be fucked and enjoyed?” he asked, his hand wet with the man’s precum.
Ethan couldn’t even think straight. His hips were moving, his ass was being worked over, and Gene was jacking him off without mercy.
That cock ring was his worst enemy because he would have had the mother of all orgasms without it.
“Fuck, but watching that vibrator in your ass makes me want to do the same,” he whispered. “Tell me to fuck you, Tala. Tell me to fuck my little cum receptacle.”
He shook.
But obeyed.
Obedience was the only way he’d get off, and Ethan knew it.
“Please fuck me and fill me with your cum,” he whispered. “I need your cock filling me. I want your cum, Daddy.”
Gene whispered in his ear.
“No, call me what you want to really call me, Tala. Who am I?” he asked.
Ethan flushed red, but he did want to call him that. He wanted to do nothing more than be this man’s toy to be used and abused.
“Master,” he whispered, his body bucking and his eyes rolling up into his head from the pleasure he was feeling, and the orgasm he wasn’t allowed to have.
And then, it ended.
That’s when Gene made him stand up. If he didn’t stop touching him, he was going to pull that vibrator out, and fuck him so hard the man walked funny for a month.
Gene wanted to be his master.
He wanted to be his everything.
The desire for Ethan had overcome Gene’s propensity to be a bottom. That was long gone, and he wanted nothing more than to use, and abuse his sex slave.
As he stopped touching him, Ethan’s was breathing heavily, and he was flushed.
It was the sexiest thing Gene had ever seen in his life.
“I can’t keep it in,” he muttered, knowing it was going to shoot out of him the minute he got too tired to keep his core muscles locked down.
Oh, well, Gene had a way.
Setting him free, he whispered into his ear.
“You keep that dick in your ass, or I swear to God, Tala, I’ll torment you for this whole week, and you’ll not cum once. Does your Master make himself crystal clear?”
Ethan moaned, and nodded.
Then, they were on the same page.
Going back to his bag of tricks, he pulled out something that was leather. When he held it up, Ethan’s eyes went huge.
He had NO clue what that was, but it looked horrific—as in he wouldn’t be cumming in it. It was a contraption of sorts, and the bottom line was that it screamed one thing.
TORTURE.
Well, he’d asked for it.
Gene explained to his sexy little sex toy.
“It’s a chastity belt of sorts,” he admitted, going toward Ethan to put it on him. Once the little belt was done up, there was a place for a little tiny lock.
As soon as Gene had it on him, Ethan loved it.
NO.
He wanted this badly.
In that moment, the more Gene pushed and tested his limits, the more he wanted to accept what he came up with to train him.
With the tiny little lock in place, Ethan’s dick stuck out the front, and he looked delectable. That gold lock hung above his erection, moving back and forth, almost mesmerizing him.
This.
Was.
Hot.
Gene was pretty sure he’d never forget this moment, and the way Ethan wanted to be trained. It was so goddamn sexy.
All he could do was admire his gift. Because he definitely was that. Ethan had handed himself over to him, clearly.
“Oh, fuck, you make me insane,” he admitted, his own dick so hard, he could pound nails.
Or Ethan.
Repeatedly.
At first, he wasn’t sure Ethan would let him do this to him, since he was new with his ass being used, but here he was, wearing not only the wickedly erotic chastity belt, but also the thick, vibrating dick.
It was so hot to see.
His balls were MIA, since they were playing hide-and-seek.
As Ethan stood there, he felt incredibly sexy.
Powerful.
Virile.
There was no doubt in his mind it was all because of the way Gene was watching him. The giant bump in his pants told the tale.
This was not only for Ethan, but for Gene too.
“It’s locked, and you’ll stay like that all night until I’m ready for you.”
God.
That sounded so damn good. The more he threw at him, the more Ethan wanted to see if he could overcome it.
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
Oh, but he wasn’t done.
Not.
Even.
Close.
“Open your shirt. I want to see those sexy little nipples,” he said.
And Ethan obeyed.
When he did, Gene moved closer, and in his hands, he had heavier weighted ones.
Ethan moaned.
“Oh, fuck, but I want them so bad,” he muttered. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be exactly like this for you.”
Gene wanted to cum just listening to his whiskey-warm voice beg for it. This was a new breed of Ethan, and he was highly sexual as he leaned about his pleasure and that it was perfectly fine to ask for what you craved.
This made Gene never want to be a bottom again. He was craving being this man’s Top for the rest of their lives.
He wanted to own him, and their pleasure.
Gene was just lucky to be with him on this journey. There was nothing in this world hotter than someone coming into their power and sexuality.
And Ethan Blackhawk was doing that.
Spectacularly too.
He moved closer, and lifted his chin so he was staring into his eyes.
“They are going to hurt coming off, but I’ll put these right back on as soon as I can.”
He just nodded, his full faith in Gene.
As Gene touched the one, Ethan’s body reacted, and he moaned.
God.
Gene wanted to cum just watching him. This was a tempting man, and he wished the two men in the other room would just go.
He didn’t want to work.
He wanted to play.
With quick fingers, he unclamped them, and before Ethan could make a sound, he captured his mouth, and devoured it in one hell of a kiss.
It was wild, ruthless, and filled with unadulterated lust. Ethan clung to him, and in that moment, Gene knew working was going to be far more torturous on him than Ethan.
Gene was desperately hard, and watching his man, and knowing what was going on in his pants…
And under his shirt…
God.
He hoped he survived this. Later, there was going to be some hardcore fucking.
Bet.
On.
It.
As he broke the kiss, Gene was just as breathless as his bottom, and as he stared into Ethan’s eyes, he saw the lust there.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “This is a lot.”
He was sure.
“Train me, so I can do the same thing to you when you’re the bottom. IF we ever switch back again. I like being your property.”
Oh, holy shit.
Those words undid him in ways Ethan would never understand. He’d been a bottom for so long, but it looked as if this was his era of discovery too.
And he wanted that.
Desperately.
Gene was willing to stay a Top until the end of time, as long as this man was his one and only bottom.
Without another word, he clamped them on, and they were definitely heavier. The pure look of rapture on Ethan’s face said it all.
His head dropped back, and his body reverberated with lust. Every single emotion and sensation rocked his body all at once, and he wanted to be one thing.
Scandalous.
If he could cum, he would be. All that was standing between him and so many orgasms was that silicone cock ring.
“Fuck,” Ethan muttered. “I’m not going to be able to pretend,” he whispered, knowing that was the truth. In fact, he didn’t want to pretend. This was real power, and he was addicted to it. “They’re going to know.”
Gene understood.
“I’ll take them off,” he began, and Ethan stopped him from doing that.
“NO! I don’t care. They know already. I want to be free. We’re on vacation. Just be free with me, Gene.”
Oh, shit.
That turned him on even more.
An openly wanton Ethan was sexy as shit. The fact that he wouldn’t even be pretending that he wasn’t being ridden hard by pleasure and wickedness...
That said it all.
Someone had made up his mind.
They were going hardcore, and there was no turning back.
“Corbin had better be taking mental notes,” Gene muttered as Ethan was rubbing against him because his body was alive with pleasure overload.
Jesus.
This was wild, and Gene couldn’t imagine not having this. While he loved being the bottom, this was…hotter.
In fact, it was the sexiest visual he’d ever seen. His ass in a leather chastity belt, the little gold lock keeping that plug in his ass, and them not having a way to turn it off was almost too much to bear.
Gene wanted to do wicked things to this man. Things so dirty, he’d be sitting his perverted ass in a confessional for the better part of a month.
Yeah, that dirty.
“Put your pants on,” he ordered gruffly. “Or I’m going to fuck you,” Gene admitted. “Your body is making me insane.”
Ethan took his time, because he knew Gene was watching him.
Then, he played with him.
“Can you help me?” he asked, feeling powerful to be able to get that kind of reaction from Gene.
Well, he wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t saying no.
Gene moved toward him, and he held his pants for him as Ethan stepped into them. As he did, his face was right there by Ethan’s weeping erection.
So Gene couldn’t help it.
Temptation won.
He began sucking on the tip, and that got Ethan’s hips going as he tried to get some relief from his ass being tormented, his nipples being pinched, and his balls screaming for release.
Only he couldn’t.
And he loved every second of it.
It was a continual loop of eroticism, and Ethan was stuck in it. He wanted relief, but he’d never felt this good before, so he craved more.
“Oh, please fuck me,” Ethan whispered. “I need a hard fucking from you. I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
Jesus.
Christ.
How could he say no to that? The visual alone was more than his body could handle.
Yeah, Gene wanted that, and he needed to give him one, but this was about more than instant gratification.
It was about training.
This was what he wanted.
“Please, Daddy,” he whispered, and it was when his own dick was weeping that he had to stop tasting the man and his precum.
It was addictive.