Fox, Brody, and Autumn #2
He was an expert at knowing just what his babies needed. Although they’d argue that. But that was because they didn’t want to get their butts spanked.
The Fox paused to rub the heat in.
“Did you like that spanking, Pup?” he asked.
“What? No! Of course I didn’t like that spanking,” Brody grumbled.
“Hmm. So you’re saying that if I check your cock, it won’t be hard?”
“No,” Brody replied quickly. “It’s not hard, I mean, it might be semi-hard, but it’s definitely not hard-hard.”
“Oh, that’s a shame,” the Fox drawled. “Because if you were turned on, I was going to let you come. Instead, I think I’ll just take your ass. What do you think of that?”
Brody straightened and tried to turn toward the Fox. But the Fox placed his hand on the back of his neck and pushed him gently back down over the table.
“Did I say you could move?” the Fox asked. “Because I don’t recall saying that.”
“I want to come!” Brody cried. “My cock is hard. It’s really, really hard. The hardest it’s ever been.”
Hardest it’s ever been? Hmm.
“So you lied to me,” the Fox mused. “Goodness, that’s much worse than what you have been doing.”
Brody groaned. “Are you trying to tease me? This is torture.”
“Oh boy, this is nothing like torture. But that’s okay I don’t ever want you to know what real torture is like. Sexual torture, though, that’s a different story.”
Brody slumped down on the table as though he had run out of energy. The Fox grabbed the tube of lube that he’d gotten out of the drawer and squirted some onto his hand, then he ran it over his thick, firm cock.
“Reach back and pull your ass cheeks apart,” the Fox ordered Brody.
Brody moved slowly. “I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t fully turned on at that time. But now I am! It’s a miracle. Hallelujah!”
“Getting turned on is a miracle?” the Fox asked. “I experience miracles several times a day, then. Every time I look at you or my Bunny.”
“Oh, that’s sweet. But what I mean is that it’s a miracle to be, um, well, this turned on after being spanked.”
Hmm, his boy didn’t sound so sure about that. The Fox ran his fingers over his boy’s asshole, coating it with lube.
“I want you to relax, my boy,” he ordered as he slowly pushed one finger into Brody’s ass.
Brody let out a deep breath and his body relaxed as the Fox drew his finger out, then drove it inside once more.
Fuck.
His boy’s ass was so hot and it seemed to suck his finger in. The Fox’s dick was now hard as he added a second finger, stretching his boy, getting him ready to take his cock.
And then he reached around with his free hand to run along Brody’s dick. Brody’s breathing grew faster and his body tensed as the Fox moved his hands in tandem. One hand moved along Brody’s dick as his fingers penetrated his boy’s ass.
“Oh God, oh God,” Brody muttered.
“You know, sometimes I act like God. But I don’t actually think I am God. We don’t really have a lot in common. So I think I would rather you say ‘oh Fox, oh Fox’. Or ‘oh Sir, oh Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” Brody cried. “Please!”
“Please, what?” the Fox asked. “What would you like me to do?”
“I need to come,” Brody said. “Please let me come.”
“Hmm, but naughty boys don’t get to come after being punished, do they?” the Fox reminded him.
Brody whimpered, and the Fox nearly grinned as he slid a third finger into Brody’s ass, stretching him out. Then he drew his fingers free, cleaning them off with a wipe before he pressed the head of his cock against his boy’s asshole.
“Take a deep breath in,” he commanded.
Brody sucked in a deep breath, and as the Fox started pushing his way into his ass, Brody let his breath out.
“That’s it,” the Fox praised. “Good boy. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. Look at it disappearing inside you.”
The Fox grasped hold of Brody’s hips as he drove himself further into him.
“That’s it, my boy. Take me like a good boy.”
Brody held onto the desk as the Fox drove in and out until he found himself reaching for that peak. Getting higher and higher until he was about to come.
“Run your hand up and down your cock, Pup, but don’t come yet,” the Fox ordered.
Brody started to recite the periodic table out loud as he stroked himself.
He was so cute. And such a good boy.
Brody knew there would be a punishment if he came without permission. The Fox felt Brody clench down around him and knew he had to be close.
Was he being mean making him wait? Probably.
But sometimes it was good for his control to be tested.
“That’s it, boy,” he said huskily. “You’re doing so well.”
“I need to come,” Brody groaned.
“Soon,” the Fox told him. “Keep stroking your cock. I bet it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” Brody said.
He decided not to tease him any longer. Wasn’t that good of him?
“Come now, Pup, come with me,” the Fox urged.
Brody let out a deep breath and his arm stilled as he let out a small moan, clenching down on the Fox’s cock.
Fuck.
That was all the Fox needed to send him over the edge.
Christ, he would never tire of that feeling. Of the rush of pleasure, the connection.
They both slumped over the desk, breathing heavily. The Fox then slid himself out of Brody’s ass and reached for the other man, helping him stand before turning him around so he could hug him.
“You did so well, my Pup,” he told him. “You were so fucking sexy, bent over my desk like that. I could fuck you like that every hour of every day. Maybe I will one day. Keep you in here with me and fuck you every hour. Would you like that?”
The Fox ran his hand up and down Brody’s back. Aftercare came more easily to him now. After all, it was no hardship to touch his Pup or his Bunny.
Hmm, speaking of his Bunny . . . he should go check up on her.
Brody shuddered. “I don’t think I’d be able to walk the next day.”
“Aww, poor baby. I’d take care of you. You could stay in bed all of the next day.”
“Right,” Brody said dryly. “And wouldn’t that lead to more fucking?”
The Fox leaned back to shake his head with a sigh. “You’re insatiable. I put you to bed to recover from fucking, and you’d just want more fucking? You can’t fuck all the time, Pup.”
“Me? I wasn’t . . . I didn’t mean that I . . .”
The Fox grinned and Brody just glared up at him. The Fox couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the back of his Pup’s head, then leaning in to kiss him.
Fuck. He tasted amazing.
The Fox reluctantly pulled back, waiting for Brody to open his eyes and look at him. “You’re good, Pup.”
It wasn’t a question; he could see it in his face. The soft smile, the dreamy expression, the lack of tension.
His Pup was more than good. He was amazing.
“Come on, Pup. Let’s get both of us cleaned up. And then I think we need to look for Bunny; she’s been quiet for far too long.”
“That’s never a good sign,” Brody muttered.
Truer words were never spoken.