Chapter 58 Harland #2
Max and Marcus, wherever they were, were giving Harland their full attention. From what Harland could tell, they had slipped away from the fire and were now somewhere cramped and private, and Marcus was well on his way to fucking Max’s throat.
“Do you feel that?” Harland asked, ignoring Warren’s complaints and trying to project what was going on with their other two mates.
“Of course I feel that, you’re touching my cockhead right after you ruined my fucking orgasm!”
The connection wasn’t sensitive enough to project that level of detail, Harland concluded. He released Warren’s sensitive cock and removed his hand. He grabbed Warren by his waist and flipped him over, laying him face down over his thigh and planting his hand down firmly on his back.
“I’m going to spank you now,” he declared, yanking down Warren’s pants and underwear and exposing his butt.
“Fuck yes,” Warren moaned, grabbing Harland’s leg and pressing his cheek into his shin.
Harland gave him an exploratory spank, letting his hand come down with enough force to make a nice red mark on Warren’s cheek.
“I want you to count them out,” he said, spanking him a little harder the second time.
“Two,” Warren counted, arching his back and presenting his ass.
He was eager for it.
Harland spanked him again, right in the same spot as the first two blows. The sound of his hand hitting Warren’s cheek was a loud crack, the sound ringing out even over the sound of the jet engine.
“Let me know when you’ve had enough,” Harland said, setting up a slow rhythm.
He alternated cheeks, steadily increasing his speed and strength until Warren's ass turned a nice, deep red. All the while, Warren pressed his cheek into Harland’s leather-clad leg, nuzzling his shin and mouthing at the top of his boot between calling out numbers.
“Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one… okay, that’s enough. Ouch, that’s enough.”
Harland let his hand rest on Warren’s ass, giving it a meaty squeeze. The skin was hot, the heat seeping into his hand and making him feel pleasantly warm.
“Good boy,” he said, reaching between Warren’s legs and finding his cock. It was rock hard. He pulled Warren back up to sit on his lap and jerked him off, using every trick he knew to push him toward an immediate and powerful orgasm.
Right as the first spurt of come shot out of Warren’s cock, he let go.
“You fucker!” Warren screamed, straining against Harland’s hold on his wrists when he tried to reach down and jerk himself off through his orgasm. He then burst into tears. “You’re so mean.”
Harland kissed his cheek. “How about we make a deal,” he suggested, transferring both of Warren's wrists to one hand so that he could grope and touch him with the other. He wiped the tears away from Warren’s cheeks.
“I’ll let you hump my leg while you suck me off, and if you can come before me, I’ll let you rut against me as much as you want. Deal?”
“But now I don’t have to come,” Warren whined, his cock still twitching from his ruined orgasm.
“Is that a no?”
Warren narrowed his eyes and glared at him, but there was clear arousal sparking across their connection.
Warren was enjoying Harland’s bullying.
“No.”
Harland released his grip on his frustrated mate’s wrists and pushed him to the floor.
Warren sat there for a moment, looking up at him with a woeful expression.
He then shifted his gaze to the bulge in Harland’s racing leathers and the woeful expression was wiped right off his face.
His mouth parted in anticipation and he stared at Harland’s bulge, transfixed.
Harland reached down and gave his shaft a squeeze through the leather, putting on a show and thumbing the head of his cock.
“Any time,” Harland said, giving Warren’s thigh a little nudge with his boot.
The touch seemed to startle Warren out of his watchful trance. He scooted forward, and despite his earlier statement that he didn’t have to come, he wasted no time straddling Harland’s leg and sandwiching his cock between his stomach and the top of Harland’s boot.
He stretched his arm up and reached for the zipper on Harland’s motorcycle racing suit.
“I always want to do this,” Warren said, sliding the zipper down Harland’s chest and exposing the tight undersuit clinging to his pecs and abs.
He kept pulling the tab down, past his crotch, revealing the prodigious bulge of his cock in his boxer briefs.
He leaned in and kissed it. “Hello there, Mr. Handsome.”
“Are you talking to my cock?” Harland asked, stroking Warren’s hair.
“Maybe,” Warren mumbled, kissing Harland’s bulge and mouthing at the base of his knot. “It’s so pretty.”
“Take it out.”
Warren obeyed, giving the bulge another kiss before pulling the briefs down and letting Harland’s cock spring free. Harland was rock hard, his pale length twitching and leaking enough pre-come to make his shaft glisten.
The muscles in Harland’s thighs twitched when Warren opened his mouth and took his shaft between his lips.
“Show me how much you’ve improved,” Harland ordered, splaying his hand wide on top of Warren’s head and applying a little bit of pressure. Not enough to force him down, but enough to let him know what he wanted.
The sensation of the head of his cock hitting the back of Warren’s throat and making him gag was exquisite. He fisted his hand in Warren’s hair and held him there, making him gag again rather than come up for air like he wanted.
“Open your throat,” he instructed, pushing down on Warren’s head and tensing his thighs when he managed to push past the opening of his esophagus. “That’s it, you’re doing such a good job.”
Warren’s eyes were wet with tears and Harland could tell he was struggling not to gag on the thick length. He held the boy in place for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation of his throat working the head of his cock, before letting him up.
“Good job,” he praised, tousling his hair. “Again.”
This time Warren started thrusting his hips as he took Harland into his mouth, rutting his cock against the shaft of Harland’s boot as he paused to suck on the head of his cock like a lollipop before trying to take it deeper.
Impatient, Harland pushed him down again, a little rougher this time and forcing him deeper. Warren made an indignant sound that was immediately cut off by Harland’s cock filling his throat.
“You can take it,” Harland encouraged, applying a steady pressure to the top of Warren’s head, steadily pushing him down on his cock until he reached his knot.
Looking down, Harland opened himself up fully to his mating bonds. Marcus was still fucking Max’s throat – he was close to coming – and Max was having the time of his life. He sent back the feeling of Warren choking on his cock, a smirk tugging on his lip when he felt Marcus come.
Marcus retaliated by broadcasting the sensation of his knot swelling in Max’s mouth, which was echoed by Max’s bliss at being stuffed full of cock and unable to breathe as Marcus’s knot forced his jaw wide open.
It was all too much, and Harland’s balls pulled up of their own volition and before he knew it, he was coming hard into the depths of Warren’s throat.
He released his grip on Warren’s head, letting him surge up with a cough, only for the boy to immediately latch onto the head of his cock and start sucking him off. Harland closed his eyes and sank back into his chair, letting the agonizing pleasure wash over him and sharing it with his mates.
Warren was enjoying himself immensely. Harland could feel it, though it was fuzzier and more tenuous than what he felt from Max and Marcus.
The boy was rutting furiously against Harland’s boot, his hips thrusting, and despite saying earlier that he didn’t have to come, he was rapidly approaching his third orgasm.
Harland briefly considered ruining this one too, but he decided not to. There was such a thing as being too mean. He nudged his foot up, grinding the toe of his boot between Warren’s legs and putting pressure on his taint.
It was enough to send Warren over the edge. He let go of Harland’s cock and pushed his face down into the crease where Harland’s cock emerged from his underwear, pushing his nose into the musky crevice and hiding his face,
Harland pet his hair and let him ride out his orgasm to its fullest.
Max and Marcus were both done fucking, their presence calm and attentive across the bonds. His phone lit up with a text from Marcus, and Harland was not surprised to see a demand for a picture.
He snapped a quick video instead, showing Warren’s face in his lap and panning down to show how their little mate was humping his boot.
He sent it off, and a second later he got a picture in return of Max on his knees, Marcus’s spent cock resting across his face while Max stared obediently up at the camera.
The picture was like a jolt to his cock, making it twitch and rise back up to full hardness. Warren noticed, lifting his head and giving the shaft a considering look. He leaned in and licked it, making Harland’s hands twitch with the instinct to grab his head and push him down on it.
“Do you want to sit on my face and jerk off?” Warren asked, blushing a little but looking determined.
Harland felt a rush of fondness. He stroked Warren’s cheek.
“Of course.”