Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
“Good boy,” Dylan whispered as he moved to the other end of the bench, petting Ford’s back and ass as he went. “Seeing you like this makes my cock ache to be inside you. Is that what you want?”
Ford hesitated.
“Isn’t that what you want?” Dylan repeated.
“Yes… Boss.”
“If you’re going to call me that in this room, I sure as hell hope that ‘Boss’ starts with a capital B instead of a lowercase one.” In the BDSM world, a Dom’s honorific, like Sir or Master, was always capitalized out of respect. A submissive’s never was.
“It does.”
“Good.” He could be lying but Dylan had no way to prove it. “Seems we’re finally on the same page.”
He headed over to the cabinet that stored the smaller toys next. Inside hung a lot of assorted pleasure and torture devices.
One in particular caught his attention. He grabbed it off the hook and tested the weight. Dylan thought it would be a perfect addition, even though nothing similar had been used on Erin.
But then, Erin didn’t have a set of balls hanging between her legs.
Heading back to the spanking bench, he studied the item and murmured, “I remember buying this. Today seems to be a perfect time to try it out.”
Ford had turned his head to watch Dylan and what he was doing, but once Dylan stood behind the man, he was out of sight unless Ford awkwardly craned his neck.
“Do you know what I’m holding?”
“No, Boss.”
“You’ll figure it out shortly.”
Dylan’s ears picked up on Ford’s muffled groan of dismay. Only it turned into a moan of pleasure when Dylan stroked the velvety soft skin of Ford’s sack, then kneaded his balls gently. When he stopped, Ford blew out a loud breath.
“If I remember correctly, on the product page this was called a ‘humbler.’ I wonder why?” He placed the clamp around the base of Ford’s heavy balls, adjusted the fit and began to tighten the screws, causing Ford to jerk his suspended legs and make the chain clatter.
“You might want to stay as still as possible,” Dylan suggested before hooking the testicle clamp to the same chain attached to the ankle cuffs. “If you don’t, every time you move, you’ll pull on your balls. That means you’re in control. At least with this, anyway.”
It was either going to be torture or give Ford extreme pleasure. Dylan was leaning toward the first one. Especially if Ford had to keep his legs extremely still to prevent the stretch.
“I had no idea you were such a sadist.” Ford quickly added, “Boss.”
“The two words are peanut butter, if you’ve forgotten.”
Ford didn’t have to participate in any of this. He had an easy out, if he wanted to take it.
It was apparent how stubborn the man was when he came back with, “I’m allergic.”
“No, you’re cocky.”
“Unlike you, who’s so damn humble?”
Dylan grabbed the testicle clamp and twisted it slightly. Just enough to cause discomfort. Ford tensed but barely moved, despite hissing out a, “Goddamn it!”
“Boss,” Dylan added.
“Just… Just…”
“Just what?”
“Nothing,” Ford muttered.
“That’s what I thought. Can I continue?”
Even though Dylan stood at the opposite end of the bench, he caught Ford’s nod.
“You know, peanut butter is great covered in chocolate,” Dylan grabbed two small packets of lube and a condom from the room’s basket. When he returned to stand between Ford’s legs, he tore open one lube packet. “When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?”
Ford blew out a loud breath and shook his head. “I don’t know, Boss.”
“I’ll take that to mean years?”
“Yes, Boss.”
“Damn, you’re going to be tight, then.” He took his time spreading Ford’s muscular ass cheeks, drizzling some of the lube over his puckered hole, then spread the rest of the packet on his index and middle finger. “A little stretching couldn’t hurt first.”
Ford said nothing as Dylan stroked his lubed fingers around his tight ring.
“You need to relax. Being this tense isn’t going to help,” he murmured, dipping the tip of one finger in. He pulled it out, then pushed it in farther. He repeated that until his index finger was fully seated. Then he started all over again, this time adding his middle finger.
What sounded like a lion’s chuff came from Ford as soon as Dylan sank both fingers deep inside him. He alternated pumping them in and out and scissoring them, waiting for the man to relax. If he couldn’t handle two fingers, he certainly wouldn’t be able to handle Dylan’s cock. It was bigger than that.
And while Dylan might want to put him in his place, he didn’t want to actually hurt the guy. Pleasurable pain was one thing. An injury was another.
Plus, despite his annoyance with Ford being involved with Erin, over the last few months of working together on the ranch resort, Ford had proved himself time and time again that he was a decent guy. Reliable. Loyal. Hard-working. Knowledgeable.
Not to mention, sexy as hell.
As facilities manager, Ford was one of their most important employees. He helped keep the ranch running smoothly. Because of that, he didn’t want to torture the guy, only remind him who was in charge. At least, here at Double D.
Simply put, he also wanted to have sex with him ever since that kiss out in the far pasture.
Curling his fingers, Dylan easily located Ford’s walnut-sized pleasure button. What Dylan called “the rocket launcher.” He’d never been with any man able to resist losing control when his prostate was stimulated.
He couldn’t avoid it himself. In fact, one partner played with Dylan’s prostate for so long, he cried mercy after he was drained dry. He was so exhausted afterward, he slept a solid eight hours after that.
He wouldn’t do that to Ford. Not today, anyway, since he already came in Erin earlier. This time it was Dylan’s turn to come.
He continued to play with Ford’s P-spot until he was humping the bench and groaning. It was obvious he was trying to stop himself since every thrust moved his legs, which in turn, pulled on the “humbler.”
That had to hurt.
“Do you want to come?” Dylan asked.
“Yes, Boss.”
“From what I remember, Erin makes some damn good peanut butter pie.”
“Will you let me come if I say it?”
“No.” Dylan pulled his fingers out, wiped them off on a nearby hand towel and grabbed the condom next. He ripped open the gold foil package and rolled the lubed, latex disc down his throbbing cock.
He was so ready to put his dick where his fingers had been. Opening the second lube pack, he added even more to his covered cock and dripped more on Ford’s hole. At least it wasn’t pinched shut this time.
Even so, Dylan doubted he was stretched enough to not experience any discomfort.
Shifting forward, he pressed the tip of his erection against Ford’s exposed anus. “Have you heard that peanut butter icing is great on chocolate cake?”
“I’m not saying it.”
Did that declaration come from between clenched teeth?
“Don’t tense,” Dylan warned as he slowly and carefully pressed forward, giving Ford plenty of time to accommodate his size.
Not only was the other man tight, his periodic clenching also wasn’t helping. “Peanut butter’s also good to spread between two pieces of bread along with your favorite jelly. Just like my cock is spreading your ass.”
“You need to stop,” came the plea. “Boss,” was quickly added.
Dylan paused. “Say it, then.”
“Not what you’re doing. What you’re saying.”
“I’m giving you an out if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I don’t want a damn out!” Ford’s outburst caused his legs to jerk which, again, caused his balls to be yanked. His forehead hit the bench, and he began breathing in and out of his mouth loudly.
“You need to stay still.”
“Shut up,” Ford muttered.
“If you’re not enjoying it?—”
“Shut up and fuck me, goddamn it!”
Ford wasn’t in the position to demand anything, but they’d already taken enough time in the playroom. Dylan needed to get back to work before someone came looking for him.
He certainly didn’t want to be caught fucking Ford. Especially by Dayne or Danica. He’d never hear the end of it.
Grabbing Ford’s ass cheeks, he dug his thumbs deep and spread them wider so he could watch his cock slide in and out of the man. It was a beautiful sight.
But seeing that, feeling the squeeze around his cock and hearing Ford grunt and groan wasn’t helping him keep a smooth, steady rhythm. It only made Dylan want to fuck him hard and fast, and come deep inside him.
He struggled to prevent himself from doing that. For both their sakes.
However, the man was too damn tight, despite applying a generous amount of lube.
Dylan did not pause when Ford began to tremble. He did not stop when beads of sweat appeared on Ford’s tanned skin. Instead, he leaned forward and licked up Ford’s spine, collecting the salty drops on his tongue.
“Is that from the pain or pleasure?” Dylan murmured against the nape of Ford’s neck. He was tempted to leave his mark there. Bite him hard enough to draw blood the same way Ford did with Dylan’s lip.
“Frustration.”
“Of?”
“Not fucking you... Boss.”
His asshole felt like a ring of fire burning between his ass cheeks. Having Dylan’s fingers inside him for a few seconds wasn’t even close to being properly prepared. Especially since Ford didn’t bottom. It had never been his thing and had been probably a decade since the last time. He should’ve had an “exit only” sign tattooed above his ass cheeks.
Too late.
His thighs now trembled. His toes curled to the point of cramping. Excess lube dripped down his taint and onto his sack.
He was torn. While he wanted his boss, he hadn’t planned on being the one totally naked and face down on a spanking bench.
He certainly didn’t expect the man to clamp a torture device on his damn balls.
Of course, that was a power move. Dylan wanted to remind Ford that he was the boss on the ranch. He was probably still bent about Ford using the playroom with Erin.
Ford would take one for the team today, because if things went his way, Dylan would join him and Erin. Once he did, if things between the three of them progressed, Ford would eventually get the chance to fuck Dylan, too.
Give and take, right?
If he had to give up something today so he could take what he wanted in the future, it would be worth it. Or at least, he hoped so.
Was it a risk? Of course. It could very well end up with Dylan walking out of the playroom afterward and never wanting to have sex with him again. Or would refuse to join him and Erin, their ultimate goal.
Or the ranch owner might simply try to sweep in and steal Erin away so he could keep her for himself, even though she already assured Ford that would never happen. She clearly stated that Dylan had to accept them both, or neither.
He trusted Erin. More than he did Dylan. But then, he’d known Erin for many years and had only known Dylan for less than one.
Since the kiss out in the pasture, he wondered why he was attracted to Dylan but not his identical twin. The only obvious differences between the two were their hair styles and, unlike Dylan, Dayne had no facial hair.
However, the biggest, and most important difference was their personality. Dayne lived life loud, boldly and sometimes didn’t have a filter. Dylan was on the more reserved side. Quiet, thoughtful and highly intelligent. Though, sometimes moody.
Despite both being scorching hot, Ford found himself more attracted to Dylan’s disposition. The two brothers were the perfect example of the saying, “Don’t judge a book by their cover.” Even a cover as nice as the Lyons twins.
Ford voluntarily got naked, not expecting any kind of intimacy or even kindness, but Dylan was surprising him. Maybe the testicle clamp and hanging his restrained limbs from the ceiling was a power move, but the fact the man was now brushing his lips back down his spine, after licking all the way to his neck, was more than unexpected.
That made Ford wonder if Dylan had to work at being dominant and it didn’t come naturally. Unlike it did with Ford.
It was why he and Erin had such a great sexual relationship. Despite her being independent, and certainly not a doormat in any way, she loved to be submissive in the bedroom.
Letting Ford take control turned her on the same way being dominant did to him. But outside the bedroom, he would never tell Erin how to live her life, what to say or what to wear. She could switch easily from being a kick-ass woman in the streets to being submissive in the sheets.
He loved the fact that she didn’t need Ford but wanted him. To him, that made all the difference. Plus, she’d never been the jealous or controlling type when it came to their easy relationship and Ford didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.
Realistically, adding Dylan would change their dynamic. Whether it changed for the better or worse remained to be seen. It was a valid concern.
Despite the risk, if it worked out, it would be nice to have both Dylan and Erin in his life. He’d no longer have to drive over an hour away to meet up with some random dude when he wanted that particular itch scratched.
Add in the fact, when he met up with a stranger, he never knew what he was walking into or who was behind the messages. It could be someone who hated the LGBTQ+ community and used a fake profile as a trap to hurt or kill him.
He always went into those situations cautiously.
Dylan’s grunt as he straightened and rammed his cock home pulled Ford free of his distracting thoughts.
Plus, now at the angle he was in, Dylan was hitting that perfect spot. The one causing his cock to drip precum. It would be smeared all over the spanking bench by the time Dylan was done. Ford mentally apologized to the cleaning crew but he was damn sure that wouldn’t be the worst thing they dealt with when working on the resort as custodians.
The way Dylan’s cock dragged back and forth over his P-spot had his hips twitching uncontrollably all over again. He forced himself to stay still so the “humbler” wouldn’t stretch his balls and he wouldn’t see stars.
Ford was certain that if he wasn’t currently tied up and on his stomach, he’d be on his knees. And not because he was giving someone head. That kind of device could be brutal if used improperly.
Without question, he never wanted it used on him again, even if done properly. To him, it felt more like punishment than pleasure. And that’s why Dylan used it to put Ford “in his place.”
Whatever. Ford would deal with it for the short time needed.
A hitch in Dylan’s steady rhythm had him thinking the man was about to lose his shit. Ford wished he could say the same. While he was no longer gritting his teeth and could accommodate Dylan more easily, this still wasn’t his preferred way of having sex. Especially since he was quite sure he wouldn’t be getting off.