I briefly considered removing the cowboy’s gag so I could hear him beg and plead. Unfortunately, my dick wasn’t willing to leave the tight, warm space it was currently tunneling into, so we would both have to deal.
“Your asshole’s so fucking tight,” I groaned as I slammed in again. “I thought for sure the pretty boy had stretched you by now.” I cut my gaze over to the man shackled to the wall. “Doesn’t look like you’re giving this little boy what he needs.” I smacked Brax’s ass with the paddle. “You need a real man filling you. I can feel you trembling. You’re so fucking hard, your cock ready to burst. But you won’t. Not yet. Not until I fuck you the way you need me to.”
The cowboy tried to move but I had him restrained with precision and care. The most he could do was flex his muscles while I used his ass for my own pleasure.
“You like watching me fuck him, don’t you, pretty boy? Giving him everything you’re not capable of giving?”
This was my tactic. Tormenting them both. I could see the humility on the pretty boy’s face. He was wondering if he’d ever be able to give the cowboy exactly what he needed. Before me, I was sure they’d been satisfied with what the other brought to the table when it came to sex. Now that they were experiencing what I could offer, they would never be the same.
That was my end goal. By the time I discarded them, they would forever be impacted by me. Years from now, they would be dreaming about all the wicked things I’d done to them.
“You want me to go easy on you, cowboy?”
The cowboy jerked his head the few inches the restraints allowed, and I let out a satisfied chuckle. “Of course you don’t. You need this ass fucked hard. You want to be impaled on me so that when you sit down later, you’ll remember exactly who’s dick was buried in your ass.”
I dropped the paddle onto the cowboy’s back one last time. I was done with that. It was time to take everything I wanted from this man. Gripping his hips, I began to fuck him harder, deeper, faster. I let their combined moans become the backdrop as I worked him over. It was highly satisfying to know the pretty boy was watching us, his cock so damn hard, brutally tortured by that crown of thorns.
It was a wonder the steel-framed spanking bench remained in place even as I pummeled the cowboy with my cock. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin as the stirrings of my release ignited. I allowed the sensation to consume me, radiating through my entire being before I considered letting myself go.
“One of these days I’m gonna take your ass without a condom, cowboy. I’m gonna plow you bare so we can both feel the intensity of your tight ass squeezing the life out of me.”
His muscles tightened as he groaned and I knew he was damn close to coming. I hadn’t restricted him from coming, but I hadn’t given permission, either. Since the rules and protocols he signed last night said he would ask permission, I could only hope he’d read the fine print. Otherwise, he would find out what punishment at my hands looked like. And despite the way I roughly used his body, he would think this was heaven compared to the hell I would put him through.
“Fuck,” I growled, gripping his hips tighter. “I’m gonna come, cowboy. Then I’m gonna bend your boyfriend in half and take him the same way. Hard, rough. How does that make you feel? You wanna watch me fuck the pretty boy’s ass?”
The cowboy nodded as best he could, his deep moans bellowing out of him. I plowed into him several more times before I stilled, draining my balls in the warm depths of his body. The condom was necessary, but a hindrance all the same.
After dislodging and disposing of the condom, I walked back over to the cowboy, shoving my hand between his legs and jerking his cock roughly. I worked him over well but stopped just short of his release.
Only then did I unhook the pretty boy from the wall and order him to move over in front of his boyfriend.
“Grab a mat and put it on the floor. Make sure the cowboy can see everything I’m gonna do to you.”
The pretty boy did my bidding, grabbing one of the black vinyl mats and laying it on the floor. His chest was heaving, his muscles strained. He was close to losing it and I was eager to send him over the edge.
“On your back. Knees up by your chest.”
The pretty boy was breathing hard, the steel ring squeezing his cock while the nipple clamps kept him on edge. He needed the pain, I could see it in his eyes. They practically glowed with that lascivious hunger building inside him.
