10. Scott #3
I spit directly on his hole and push it inside with another finger.
I want to give him what he wants, but I don’t actually want to hurt him.
Besides, if I’m going to use him all night like I said I would, I’d better make sure he’s truly ready for me.
He moans and pushes back on my hand while I fuck into him with three fingers, spreading them wide to work him open for me.
Just when he starts to shake from the effort of holding back, I pull off him abruptly and squeeze his balls just hard enough to be uncomfortable. He gasps and his fingers dig into the blanket. I reach for the leash, wrapping it around my hand until it’s taut and his head is pulled back again.
“This one is going to be hard and fast,” I warn him. I’ve been close to the edge since walking in here and I can’t wait another second to be inside him. I’m done being patient. “And you’re not allowed to come this time.”
Naz opens his mouth to protest, but all that comes out is a loud grunt as I thrust into him in one swift movement.
I don’t give him time to adjust, knowing that edge of pain and pleasure is exactly what he needs.
I drive into him hard and fast, just like I promised, my pelvis pounding against his already tender ass.
For a few minutes, there’s nothing but the sound of skin slapping against skin, Naz’s pained moans of pleasure, and finally an animalistic grunt from me as I erupt.
“Take it, pet. Take it all,” I growl as I keep fucking into him until the last spurt of my orgasm has been pushed deep inside him.
Pulling out, I watch the red gape of his hole flutter and start to close. A single drip of cum escapes and tries to trickle away.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I swipe my finger through the mess and push it back inside his sloppy hole before fitting the plug against his entrance.
“You keep that warm for me,” I tell him as I push the plug inside, then pat it for good measure.
“That’s one,” I whisper before climbing off the bed. “I’ll be back.”
I’m still hard as I take a longer than necessary shower, taking the time to shave my two-day beard growth and do a little manscaping, whistling to myself like there isn’t a naked man ass up in bed waiting for me.
I left the door open so I could peek out and see if Naz is doing as he was told.
He doesn’t move even once, except to turn his head to the side when I come out of the bathroom.
I like that because I can see the glazed look in his eyes.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?”
“Mmm.” Is all I get.
“Tell me who you are,” I demand in a soft voice.
“No one,” he says hypnotically.
“Tell me what you are.”
“Hole,” he says. “Cum dumpster.”
“Good boy. You know what I think?”
He doesn’t answer, but his eyes flutter, letting me know he heard me.
“I think I’m going to use you all night, and all day tomorrow too.
I’m going to keep you so fucked out and full you can’t think about anything other than the next load you’re going to take and how bad your ass hurts.
” I bend down next to his ear, my lips brushing over the row of piercings.
“You aren’t going to be able to sit for a week. ”
Reaching for the lube, I pour some into my hand and begin to stroke myself, first in long, slow pulls, then fast. I jerk my cock right in front of his face until I can practically see the drool at the edge of his mouth and he’s looking up at me with glassy, pleading eyes.
“You ready for another load?”
He nods as much as he can with his face pressed into the mattress, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“You can come this time, but no hands allowed. Hear me?”
There’s a small whimper, and then a long, blissful moan of pleasure as I slowly push back inside him.
Now that I’ve gotten the first one out of the way, I should be able to last longer.
At least one would think, but something about this game has me so worked up I can already feel the telltale warmth in my core, a tingle in the small of my back that spreads and sends a rash of goosebumps over my entire body.
I have to switch up my pace and strokes to keep from busting again so soon.
I fuck him slow and sensual, hard and fast. I fuck him so hard his knees give out and he ends up flat on his belly.
Then I fuck him into the mattress, his cock grinding into the mussed blankets until he all but screams my name in to the night, his ass pulsing around me and working my climax to the surface.
I pump him full, reminding him with each pump of my hips and my words that he’s my own personal sperm bank.
That his existence is nothing but taking my loads, letting me breed him over and over.
And I do.
Once I plug him back up again, I pull him against my chest and tell him to get some rest, because it won’t be long before I’m ready to go again.
Unknown: I’ll tell you a little secret.
Unknown: Nothing lasts forever.
Unknown: You need to get yours while you still can.
Unknown: These people don’t care about you. You’re disposable.