Bad Boy Billionaires #3 - The Vegas Shark(27)

Treston had seen and heard enough about bondage and discipline to know a few basics. He tried as hard as he could to pretend Cooper was the submissive and he the dominant top. Treston called him names, humiliated him, and told him he was a bad boy as he cracked the whip. But the entire time Treston did this he couldn't stop thinking about the limp penis hanging between his own legs. 

When Cooper started to beg Treston to fuck him, Treston blinked and said, "Be patient, you bad little bitch." Then he turned and glanced into the big box of sex toys on the floor to see if there was something in there that might get him hard enough to fuck Cooper. When he spotted a strap-on dildo a sense of relief rushed through him and actually sighed aloud.

"Fuck me like a bitch," Cooper said. He was still face down on the bed and he couldn't see what Treston was doing.

"I've got something special for you," Treston said. "You're going to beg for more, bitch."

When the strap-on dildo was around his hips, he reached for a tube of lubricant they kept on the dresser and removed the lid. Then he climbed up on the bed, crawled between Cooper's legs, and covered the fake penis with lube. At first, he wasn't sure this would work. The dildo had to be at least ten inches long and thick as a Coke bottle. Treston's main concern was Cooper wouldn't be able to take it all and Treston would have to admit he couldn't get a strong enough erection to fuck him.

But the moment Treston pointed the head of the dildo to the lips of Cooper's anus, the high-heeled boots went up and Cooper started begging him to go deeper.

Treston slipped it in with little effort. He asked, "Does it hurt?" Treston didn't even think he could take something so large himself.

"Deeper," Cooper said. "Don't stop. Fuck me deeper."

So Treston plunged all the way in with a thrust so obnoxious he felt a pull in his own stomach. It was the most unusual sexual thing Treston had ever done because he felt absolutely nothing at all. When he started to move his hips and the fake penis began to slid in and out of Cooper's body, he wondered how on Earth anyone could handle something that large and intimidating. It didn't seem to bother Cooper. He continued to scream, moan, and beg for it deeper, harder, and faster. So Treston gave him exactly what he wanted, and Cooper wound up climaxing twenty minutes later without even touching his dick once.

When it was over, Treston pulled out and glanced at a small clock on the nightstand. He reached forward and unfastened the wrist restraints so Cooper could get up and use the bathroom. It was almost nine and that was when they usually went to bed and watched old reruns of Bonanza-Cooper's favorite TV show of all time-until Cooper fell asleep at exactly five after ten on the dot. Though Treston always had trouble going to sleep that early, he would turn off the TV and reach for his phone on the nightstand. He'd learned how to read on his phone in bed until midnight. Then he would plug in the earphones and listen to You Are My Sunshine until he felt tired enough to close his eyes.

While Treston removed the strap-on dildo, Cooper sat up and turned to face him. He smiled and said, "That was freaking unreal, man. I haven't gotten off like that in a long time."

Treston smiled but he didn't look up. "I had fun, too." He still had trouble believing Cooper had taken the entire thing.

"But you didn't get off," Cooper said. "You want a blow job? I don't mind. I'm in a really submissive mood tonight."

Treston glanced at his limp penis; he still hadn't removed the thong. "I'm good. I don't need to get off all the time. You can fuck me in the morning before we go to work."

Cooper climbed off the bed and walked over to where Treston was standing. He took the strap-on out of his hands and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm going to clean up. I'll be right back. When I was going through the channels earlier I saw there's a special episode of Bonanza on TV tonight and you'll love it." Then he turned and headed to the bathroom, with the high heels clicking against the wooden floor. For such a butch, conservative guy, he seemed to know how to walk around in high heels awfully well. Before he closed the door, he glanced back and said, "I love you."




 

 

Treston removed his shirt and said, "I love you, too."

While Cooper was in the bathroom, Treston removed the top cover and threw it in the hamper. Then he climbed into bed naked and switched on the TV. As he watched a commercial about a cold and flu medicine, he felt a warm comfortable sensation pass through his body and he wasn't sure why at first. He'd been so surprised at what Cooper had asked him to do that night he hadn't been thinking clearly. But now he realized he was doing exactly what he'd always dreamed of doing all of his life. But more than , he felt good about the way he'd pleased his lover that night and put all of his own needs aside.

The disappointment faded fast. He thought about the wedding at Chickey's club, about moving in with Cooper full time, and how wonderful it felt to be in love with a man he knew would never hurt him. If it meant he had to make a few allowances in bed and cater to his lover's slightly kinky needs, he could do this for the rest of his life. It was better than being left broke and naked on a trail at Lake Mead. If being with Cooper meant he would sometimes be required to be the dominant top in bed, he could learn to do this for the rest of his life as well. When the theme song to Bonanza started to play, he pulled up the covers and hummed the tune aloud. There was no place on Earth he would rather have been on that particular night than in bed with the man he loved watching cheesy old reruns on TV.

Chapter Fourteen

In order to celebrate Treston's last night at Chickey's, his co-workers had planned a party on Saturday night after the show. The club would remain open, but on nights like that almost all the customers went home after the main show and Chickey didn't mind doing this one special thing for Treston. Actually, it was Chickey who had insisted on the party.

Although Cooper had never actually been to Chickey's or seen Treston on stage, Treston wanted him to be there for the party. He'd been talking about Cooper to all his friends for a long time and no one had actually met him. J.D. even insinuated Cooper might have been a figment of Treston's exaggerated imagination, and that really pissed Treston off. So before he left for the club on Saturday evening, he went into the bedroom where Cooper was napping and sat on the edge of the bed. It was almost five o'clock and he knew Cooper would be getting up soon.

He tugged on Cooper's big toe, then lightly ran his fingertips up his hairy calf. Cooper had once told Treston he liked being woken the way his mom used to do it when he'd been a kid. The only difference was Treston's hand went much higher than Cooper's mom's hand had gone when he'd been a kid. Treston slid his hand up through the leg of Cooper's boxer shorts and started squeezing his balls gently. 

Cooper's eyes opened the minute Treston started squeezing. He spread his legs wider and glanced down to see what Treston was doing to him. "What's up?"

Treston leaned forward and licked his thigh. "I'm ready to leave for the club and I was just checking to be sure you're coming over later." They'd been through this a few times. At first, Cooper had refused to go to the party. He said it didn't bother him that Treston had worked as a stripper and an escort. But he also said he didn't want to see him in that kind of environment. His exact words had been, "Since you're putting this all behind you soon, there's no reason to mingle that part of your life with this new part."

Cooper yawned and said, "Yes. I'll be there. I'll come over around midnight." He didn't sound thrilled; his voice remained low and soft.

Treston squeezed his balls one last time and pulled his hand out of Cooper's underwear. Then he stood up, leaned over to kiss him goodbye, and said, "Great. I can't wait for everyone to meet you. I'm starting to think they don't believe you actually exist."

"I'll be there," Cooper said. He grabbed the back of Treston's neck and kissed him goodbye. When he finished, he smiled and said, "Do me a favor before you go?"

"What?"

Cooper wiggled his eyebrows and looked down at his crotch. "You know what to do."

When Treston looked down he saw Cooper's dick sticking out of his boxer shorts, resting flat against his lower abdomen. "I don't have time. I'll be late."

"It won't take long," Cooper said. "Please."

For one thing, Cooper hated to say no to a man who begged that way. For another, he thought it shame to waste a perfectly good erection. He figured Cooper would wind up jacking off when he left, so he set his backpack on the floor, bent over, and sucked Cooper into his mouth. He'd learned certain skills over the years from a few of his co-workers at the club, and he'd learned if he sucked a dick a certain way, and applied just the right amount of pressure in just the right places, he could get most men off within minutes. He'd also learned the fact that there would be no reciprocation that evening would make his job even easier. Men who knew they didn't have to respond seemed more relaxed in situations like this. Treston had never figured out exactly how that worked, but he assumed it had something to do with less anxiety over performance. There were times when all Treston wanted to do was lift his legs and get fucked; he didn't have to come all the time.

The room went silent and Cooper laced his fingers behind his head. In less than fifteen minutes, Treston deep-throated him and swallowed. Before Treston stood up, he made sure there wasn't a single drop left. When he did stand up, he gently packed Cooper's dick back into his boxer shorts and kissed him goodbye on the forehead because he knew Cooper didn't like the taste of come.