Chapter Nine
The Resort
Monday
Morning
Oh, it had been a long-ass night, and for one reason, and one reason alone. Someone had been a horny little submissive, and felt the need to take ass more than a few times throughout the night.
Ethan had been insatiable.
No, that didn’t even describe it.
The best part of being denied orgasm for hours was that when you were finally able to cum, that was all you wanted.
Over.
And.
Over.
Oh, and Ethan had done just that. He’d been controlled completely by that desperation to cum, and the incredible eroticism that turned him on because of the lack of control.
Throughout the night, the bed would move, and Ethan would mount his Top, and then fuck his ass.
Rinse.
Repeat.
It was a night of filling him with another load of cum, and then passing out from the pleasure and wildness.
The big dick in his ass had the good batteries in it, and they kept the man horny and wild, giving him almost zero relief from that need.
It had him by the neck, and balls.
Gene had so much cum in him, he couldn’t keep it all in him. After being fucked for the fifth time, it began leaking out, getting them both filthy.
And he loved it.
Sex should be fun, and filthy. If it wasn’t, why were you doing it?
What he loved most was that Ethan couldn’t stop himself, and there was no embarrassment.
He’d wake up, beg to use Gene’s ass as a cum receptacle, and then do the deed.
He fucked like he had never fucked before, and that was exactly how Gene wanted him.
Desperately horny.
For him, Gene was freely enjoying being his Top and made sure that Ethan utilized his Top’s bottom at any given chance.
He had to be exhausted.
But from where Gene lay, he could see the tenting in the sheet, and he knew the man was not empty yet.
That was impressive.
Then again, there was a big, vibrating dick pressed to that pleasure organ, stimulating him before, during, and after sex.
Oh, the things Gene was going to do to this hot man and that fine ass of his over the next year. They were going to experiment with lots of things. Some he may not like, but many he would.
It was trial and error.
When he felt him staring at him, it must have woken him up. As soon as his eyes opened, Gene saw the intent. Someone was still horny, and needed relief.
“Daddy,” he whispered. “May I cum?”
Gene simply nodded, and let the man use his body.
Ethan climbed on him again, and slipped into his well-lubricated ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, riding Gene’s ass with a ferocity that couldn’t be matched.
All night, he’d been out of control wild, desperate for this man. With a day of making him withhold orgasms, he’d created a monster.
Ethan was out of control, and couldn’t get enough. All he craved was this man’s ass, and cumming.
As the man being fucked again, Gene moaned.
Yeah, this was still going to be a vacation they never forgot.
Bet on it.
“Oh, Tala, you’re such a horny little cum slut. Keep going, and then give me a blowjob. You’ve used me plenty tonight. I think I deserve to be pleasured by that mouth of yours.”
He whimpered, but his hips kept going, and Gene loved the visual. His head was back, his back was arched, and his hips pumped away, servicing his master.
Because that was what Gene was. If they were going down the bondage rabbit hole, they’d really go down it.
“I can’t stop cumming,” he muttered, as he stared down into Gene’s eyes. “I need to keep fucking you.”
Gene didn’t mind.
In fact, he’d do this all day if they didn’t get boned taking on a new case. What he could do was pepper the word with moments of sex and the fantasy.
It was a fair tradeoff.
Had they been home, it would be all work until the case was closed, but because this screwed them over, he wouldn’t let their vacation be ruined.
Hell.
No.
“Come on, Tala. Fuck that ass. Show me how bad you want it.”
It was getting harder to cum, and Gene was willing to bet the batteries were dying in that massive cock.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. “Gotta cum. Fuck! I gotta cum,” he shouted, and it was so loud that anyone on the beach would have heard him.
“Oh, look, the tourists,” Gene said, adding fuel to that fire.
And that was all it took.
Ethan exploded apart, his body shuddering as he came so hard he felt it to his soul.
Then, he collapsed on Gene but was only given a moment’s reprieve when the man’s giant hand grabbed him by the hair, and pushed his head down his swollen cock.
And Tala got down to servicing his Daddy’s cock.
He worked it hard, milking it, and playing with his balls. It was when he used his hand to jerk him off and rimmed him, tasting his own cum, that Gene came from the sheer perverted act.
“Oh, Tala,” he muttered, as he shot a full load across his own chest as his cum slut kept rimming him.
And that was how you pleased your daddy.
That.
Right.
There.
When he came up for air, Gene pointed at the cum all over his chest, and Tala licked it off, leaving none to be found.
Then, he collapsed beside him, exhausted.
But satiated.
For now.
“My dirty little Tala,” he said, playing with his very sore nipples.
At some point in the night, the weights had to have fallen off, but the bruises were left behind. They would be there for a few days, a constant reminder that he was owned now.
“Oh, fuck,” Ethan whispered. “Killing me. I’m still so horny,” he admitted.
Oh, Gene knew.
How?
Well, he’d been in his position a few times in his life with some random daddy who wanted to use and abuse him for nothing but pleasure.
Sometimes, they were the best hookups.
Everyone got off, and you left far dirtier than when you arrived.
With his mouth, he licked and suckled on his nipples, making Ethan’s hips start to move, inadvertently.
When he bit one, the man came.
Spontaneously.
That always made Gene beyond happy when he could give Ethan so much pleasure that he didn’t even have to touch his dick.
“God, EJ. You’re the hottest fucking man I’ve ever seen in my life. I love you like this. I could live like this daily.”
He moaned.
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
When Ethan opened his eyes and turned his head, Gene wasn’t sure what he would say to him. Sometimes, there was buyer’s remorse, and they had really gone hard on this one.
So, he was anticipating some pullback out of panicking.
But he got none.
“I want to be this,” he said. “I know you like being a bottom more,” he began, but was stopped.
Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
Gene shut that shit down and for good reason too. There would be no remorse.
PERIOD.
No one would judge their relationship, and no one would make Ethan feel bad.
Certainly not him.
Gene loved every second of seeing Ethan enjoy his sexuality for a change.
He’d come a long way from that boat vacation where he told Gene he’d only fuck him, and that was it.
Clearly, someone saw the light.
“EJ, I like seeing you free and happy. That matters more than who’s on top or bottom. I like bossing you around. The idea of coming home from work, making you crawl on your knees so you can service me, and take your ass…that’s hot.”
Ethan’s eyes got glassy, and he must have been picturing it.
“We have tough jobs. Why can’t we just enjoy our downtime anyway we want?”
Yeah, he was absolutely right.
Ethan knew if they didn’t find ways to charge those batteries, they’d not make it long in the FBI. There was a reason twenty percent tapped out at the ten-year mark, and few made it to twenty-five.
Gene wanted to make sure Ethan always had free will. Owning someone didn’t mean making them lose their right to choice.
Ethan was still driving his own bus.
It meant the ability to choose the journey you took with them.
Oh, and this was going to be fun, bumpy road filled with kinky potholes.
That was for damn sure.
“Do you still want that?” he asked. “Because a lot can be said during the heat of the moment, and that’s okay. Sexy talk is allowed. Desires change.”
Oh, but his hadn’t.
Ethan knew what he wanted.
He wanted it all.
“Yes, I want that. How do we make that fantasy happen?” he asked, meaning him coming home after a rough day and being able to stop thinking.
With Gene.
“I want to learn all of the ways to be your bottom. Can you teach me?” he asked. “I want to live as Tala for a while. I feel happy when I’m him. I’m wanted and loved.”
Gene lifted his chin, and kissed him tenderly. Then, he forcefully took his mouth, making the man submit. He didn’t do battle, but he opened for him.
When the kiss was broken, Ethan moaned.
“That. I want that. All of the time. I want your belt around my neck, your dick in my ass, and for you to own every orgasm I need.”
Gene stayed on his one arm, staring into his eyes. He could see the peace there.
“You need it?”
Ethan nodded.
How did he articulate exactly how much he needed that from him?
HOW?
“I need it all. I need the chastity belt, the cock cage, and the humiliation. I need you to stare at me like you did last night, and to know that you love me so much. I feel safe. I feel…whole. I haven’t felt that in my life before.
I always felt like I was chasing who Ethan was.
Now, I get to be him. This is Ethan. I’m finally him, Gene, and I’m finally happy with who he is. ”
Gene wanted him to always feel that.
Everyone deserved that.
It broke his heart that Ethan had to pretend all of his life, when all someone had to do was just give him the chance to flourish and grow.
And feel wanted.
When he went to beg him for it, Gene stopped him, already knowing what he was going to say. If anything, Ethan Blackhawk was predictable.
“Stop.”
Ethan closed his mouth.
“I’m sorry no one ever taught you that it was okay to ask for pleasure. It’s okay to want something, and to expect your partner to give it to you.”
Ethan blinked, and there were tears.
“I’ve never had a partner, Gene. No one ever wanted me to be that to them. You’re the only one.”
He palmed his cheek, being his boyfriend and not his Top for that moment.