Chapter 22 Warren #2
Knees bracketing Max’s thick thighs, Warren stared up at Max’s face with breathless anticipation. He could feel Max’s cock beneath his ass, bulging through the leather and feeling huge, and Max’s hold on his waist was getting tighter as the tension built.
“How much fun are we having?” Max asked. He stroked his thumbs up under the hem of Warren’s shirt, touching his skin.
“A lot?” Warren suggested.
“And what does that mean?” Max moved his hands under Warren’s shirt, sliding them up and lifting the shirt up around his chest. Warren lifted his hands and bent his neck, letting Max tug it all the way off.
“We can make out,” Warren suggested.
“Nice,” Max said, putting his hands on either side of Warren’s chest, holding him in a firm grip and rubbing both pads of his thumbs across Warren’s nipples. “And?”
Warren was breathing fast. “I could blow you?”
“Very nice.” Max kept rubbing his nipples, using his thumbs to create the most wonderful friction. “And?”
“And…” Warren let out a startled gasp when Max lifted him up and licked over his nipple. He would never get used to how Max, Marcus, and Harland were able to lift and manhandle him like it was nothing. Max sucked his nipple into his mouth and teased it with his teeth.
“And?” Max asked, letting go of Warren’s nipple with a wet sucking sound.
“You could spank me?” Warren suggested, feeling desperately horny and saying the first thing that came to mind.
Max froze and lowered him back down onto his lap.
“You want me to spank you?” he asked, looking surprised but pleased. “Are you sure?”
Warren bit his bottom lip. “Maybe?”
“A spanking, huh?” Max mused, pushing Warren to his feet and pulling his pants and briefs down around his thighs.
Warren’s cock sprang free, sticking right out and throbbing, very excited about the path things were going down despite Warren’s misgivings.
Max gave it a little flick with his finger. “Have you been a bad boy?”
“I…” Warren licked his lips. He decided to go for it. “Yeah.”
Max grinned and, showing off his werewolf strength, picked him up and laid him down over his lap in a classic spanking position.
Ass up, Max’s hand cupping his bared cheek, Warren shuddered.
“I didn’t realize you were so kinky,” Max said, rubbing Warren’s cheeks with his massive hand. “What else are you into? Besides spanking and leather?”
“I’m not really into leath-”
Max lifted his hand and smacked it down on Warren’s ass, the harsh crack echoing through the room and making Warren cry out.
That hurt!
“Be truthful,” Max instructed, rubbing over the sore skin.
His voice was so stern. Warren was very into it.
“I like werewolves in leather,” he admitted.
“Good boy.” Max spanked him again, though not as hard this time. “What else?”
“I don’t know,” Warren said, rushing to continue when Max’s hand lifted off his cheek. “I’m not very experienced! I tried handcuffs one time. That was fun.”
“We have handcuffs at home,” Max said happily, smacking Warren’s ass again, even though he’d answered truthfully. The crack of his palm meeting Warren’s cheek was sharp and loud. “In our playroom.”
Warren closed his eyes. Max and Harland had a playroom, too? Was that a standard werewolf thing?
“What about getting fucked?” Max asked, spanking him twice in quick succession, getting both cheeks.
“I like that,” Warren said. His ass was burning, but it felt so good when Max groped and massaged it with his big hand.
“And anal play?” Max asked, smacking him a few times with barely any strength. “Do you like getting your hole stretched out with toys?”
He sounded hopeful.
“I guess?”
Warren had a dildo, but he rarely bothered to use it when he jerked off. It was too much work.
“I love anal play,” Max confessed, groping Warren’s cheek and pulling it aside to expose his hole.
He brushed his finger over the rim, making Warren twitch.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to have some real fun, though.
Harland refuses to even let me put a finger up his ass when I blow him.
I’ll have to buy a whole new set of toys for you. ”
Max leaned down and let a dribble of spit land on Warren’s hole, rubbing it around with his finger before pushing inside.
“You’re so tight,” he said, fucking his finger in and out. “I can't wait to stretch you out with a nice, big set of plugs.”
He lifted his hand and smacked Warren hard on the bottom part of his cheek, catching him off guard and making him arch his back. Pain raced up his spine, sharp and intense, leaving behind a lingering warmth that had no business feeling as good as it did.
“Do you like the sound of that?” Max asked, pushing another finger into Warren’s hole, next to the first. He pumped the two fingers in and out, the stretch making Warren scrunch up his brow as he tried to relax his anal ring.
“Not too big, right?” he asked, the idea of a whole set of butt-plugs intimidating in the extreme.
“We’ll work our way up.” Max slapped him twice, two hits in quick succession, each blow making Warren whimper and push his face into the seat cushion.
All the while, he kept fucking his fingers in and out of his ass.
“We’ll start off small – get you used to it – and then we’ll go bigger and bigger until one day we won't have to prep you to take us even in our alpha shifts.”
Warren couldn’t imagine ever being able to take any of the alphas when they were shifted into their eight-foot-tall alpha forms, much less without prep.
This had to be dirty talk. Max couldn’t actually think that he could condition Warren’s hole to stretch that wide on a regular basis – could he?
Max spanked Warren two more times and then lifted him up and put him back on his lap so that he could kiss him. Warren barely had time to get used to the new position before Max was licking into his mouth and groping his ass with both hands, squeezing his spanked glutes and massaging them roughly.
Warren could feel Max’s huge cock beneath him, twitching every time Max pushed him down on it and lifted his hips to grind his bulge up against Warren’s behind.
“I want to fuck my knot into you and claim you,” Max said between kisses, his voice strained.
“Okay,” Warren said. “You can do that.”
Max froze, his face pulling back so that he could study Warren’s expression.
“I can?” His eyes were dark, and Warren felt a tremor of excitement run through him.
He nodded.
Max rose up, lifting Warren with him, and walked over to the bed. He dropped Warren down on the mattress and looked down at him with an anticipatory grin. Leaning down, he grabbed the pants bunched up around Warren’s thighs and pulled them off, turning him over onto his stomach in the process.
Warren looked over his shoulder just in time to see Max climb up on the bed and straddle his thighs. He kept looking, watching with wide eyes as Max unbuttoned the fly of his leather pants and reached in to pull out his cock.
It was just as pretty as Warren remembered. Veiny and hard, the foreskin pulled back to reveal the flared head – Warren wished that he could lick it a bit before they got started.
Max slapped his cock down on Warren’s ass, moving it over the bright red skin of his spanked cheeks and leaving a trail of pre-come.
Warren held his breath when Max steered his cockhead between his cheeks, gliding it up and down over his hole.
“Where’s your lube?”
Max was leaking a steady stream of pre-come, applying just enough pressure on Warren’s rim that he started to open up.
“Nightstand,” Warren said, instinctively trying to spread his legs only to be blocked by Max’s leather-clad thighs closing in on either side of him.
Max reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out Warren’s little bottle of lube.
“What’s this?” Max asked, grabbing Warren’s dildo. It was about seven inches long, and on the slim side.
“It’s-”
“It’s so small,” Max interrupted, lubing it up. “We’ll have to get you some real dildos. This is just sad.”
He placed the tip of the dildo next to his cock, letting it take its place against Warren’s rim and pushing it inside.
Warren let out a grunt. He’d been stretched by Max’s fingers, so it didn’t hurt, but he wasn’t used to taking the dildo all in one go. He usually teased himself, fucking it in an inch at a time, nudging his prostate so that he could enjoy the experience.
Max just rammed the whole thing inside and started fucking him with it.
“Can you even feel that?”
“Of course I can,” Warren said, looking over his shoulder as Max fucked the dildo in and out of his hole. “It’s seven inches!”
“I guess it could be useful if we wanted to be really gentle when we worked our way up to double penetration.” Max pulled the dildo out and tossed it to the side. “But I still think it’s too small. I’ll get you some nice, big new ones to go with your new plugs.”
Max lowered himself down over Warren’s back, nestling his cock flat inside Warren’s crack and frotting against him.
“I saw a cool dragon one, last time I went shopping for toys.” Max grabbed Warren’s wrists and pinned them above his head. “It was glow-in-the-dark, and it had a huge knot. It was so pretty.”
Each time Max pushed his hips down, it caused Warren’s cock to grind into the mattress beneath him. It felt so good that it took Warren a moment to realize what Max was saying.
He knew those toys! He’d seen them used in porn. Max couldn’t seriously be thinking that monster dildos like that belonged anywhere near Warren’s inexperienced hole. They would ruin him.
“Are you ready?” Max asked, lifting his hips and lining the head of his cock up with Warren’s rim. Before Warren had even answered, he was applying just enough pressure to start pushing inside.
Warren could feel himself opening up, his anal ring stretching open to accommodate Max’s huge cock. The stretch felt good – too much and not enough at the same time – and Warren’s gut tingled in anticipation of the feeling of fullness he knew he was about to experience.