“Spread your cheeks, boy.” Stellan reached behind and pulled his ass apart so Dietrich could get an unobstructed view of the tight hole in the center. He palmed his cock and used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to make his shaft slick. “She is perfect, isn’t she?”
“Yes, Master.”
They both wanted her, and the arousal that Dietrich had seen clearly in her face let him know she wanted him, too. They had spoken about her during dinner, and maybe he should have felt wrong for doing so when she clearly didn’t understand, but the things they’d said were dirty and filled with a lot of heat. He didn’t want to frighten her away. They had only known each other such a short time, but that instant connection, one that Stellan felt it as well, cemented the fact she was meant to be with them. The only problem was she was his employee. If he could control himself for the next several weeks then all would be well, but that was a promise he didn’t know if he could keep. The Dom in him wanted both of them before him on their knees, giving themselves like proper subs. He had seen the same spark in her eyes that he had in Stellan’s. It was a fire that told him she wanted to be dominated, whether she realized it or not. She was a natural sub; that was obvious. Perhaps she had been like Stellan at first and found her desires abhorrent and unnatural? She certainly wouldn’t be the first person out there trying to live a vanilla life.
“Hands above your head.”
Stellan raised his hands, and Dietrich used the rope to secure his wrists together, then tethered the bonds to the hook on the door. The position had Stellan still on his knees, but his body was stretched out in a delicious display of pulled tendons and sinew. Dietrich took a step back and admired the sight for several long moments. The only warning he gave Stellan before he brought his cane along his ass was the air whooshing before he struck. The sound of bamboo striking flesh filled the room. A surge of lust slammed into him when Stellan jerked in his bonds, and a beautiful red line made itself present on the tanned skin of Stellan’s cheeks.
“Beg for another, boy.” He kept his voice low and stroked the tip of the cane down Stellan’s spine again.
“Please, Master. May I have another?”
Dietrich brought the cane down again on the other side of his sub’s ass.
“You’re such a good boy. You please me immensely, sub.” He struck him again and again, loving that his mark popped out along the back of Stellan’s thighs and ass. Those red lines coupled with the grunts of pleasure and pain that came from his sub had Dietrich harder than steel. An image of Blythe filled his mind, and perspiration dotted along his temple. He reveled in the sound of the bamboo cracking along his sub’s body.
“Are you hard, boy?” He didn’t stop his ministrations and loved the guttural ecstasy-filled way Stellan gritted out his affirmation. “Turn and show me.” The way Dietrich had Stellan positioned allowed for the man to face him easily enough. When Stellan had his back to the door a mighty throb settled in the base of Dietrich’s erection at the sight of the long, thick shaft that jutted from a trimmed nest of black hair at Stellan’s groin. He ran the cane along his sub’s length and down to the large sac below.
“Please, Master, please.” Stellan kept his eyes downcast, but his hips jutted forward in need. Dietrich cracked the cane on the side of Stellan’s right thigh.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak, boy.” Dietrich knew his submissive well enough to know Stellan enjoyed the pain Dietrich inflicted upon him as much as he enjoyed giving it. Their relationship was one of sadism and masochism, a perfect match, yet still missing something elemental. That was where Blythe came into play. He took a step forward and lifted Stellan’s head up with the edge of his cane. “You’ll suck my cock into that pretty mouth of yours until my balls touch your chin.”
“Yes, Master.” Stellan breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling from his exertion.
Dietrich looked down at the other man’s dick and watched as a bead of clear fluid seeped from the tip. He flicked his eyes back to his sub’s, saw Stellan staring at Dietrich’s erection, and looked back down at his sub’s shaft. Gravity took that bead of pre-cum down until it dripped to the floor. Taking hold of his cock, Dietrich guided the tip to Stellan’s mouth. He rubbed the spunk-coated crown along his lips and grunted out, “Open.”
Stellan took the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around the bulbous tip before pressing it into the slit. Carnal lust filled him as Stellan’s cheeks hollowed out and he engulfed him whole. His lips stretched wide over his girth, and a groan left him.
“That’s it, boy. Swallow your Master’s cock.” Dietrich gritted his teeth as Stellan took his entire length. The head of his shaft hit the back of his sub’s throat, and he swallowed around the tip. He reached out, gripped Stellan’s hair, and pulled on the strands hard until he grunted in response. His sub’s pain was Dietrich’s pleasure. Using his hold on Stellan’s hair, Dietrich kept his head steady and started fucking his mouth. In and out, slow and steady at first, but with each passing second he increased his speed until he was bumping the back of Stellan’s throat. Beads of sweat ran down his spine, and he groaned. He was close to coming, but he wasn’t going to in his mouth, not when Stellan’s tight ass was ripe for the taking. Pulling away until his dick slid from the warm, wet cavern, Dietrich stared down at his sub with what he knew were heavy-lidded eyes. He breathed in deeply as he tried to control his raging arousal. It had been far too long since he felt the pleasure his sub could deliver, and with being around Blythe and feeling the intense attraction to her, Dietrich was on the verge of combusting.
“Present your ass to me, boy.” Stellan’s chest rose and fell almost violently, and Dietrich could see the feral lust reflected back at him. Stellan did as he was asked, and Dietrich ran a hand over his mouth as his sub spread his muscular thighs apart. His balls swung slightly between his legs. Dietrich turned and walked to his bedside table and pulled the drawer open. He took out a bottle of lube and a condom. He turned back to Stellan and fell to his knees behind the man. He set the items on the floor and reached around to grip Stellan’s shaft. He stroked the steel encased velvet and gave it several quick tugs. He loved the rumble that spilled from Stellan’s chest. The slick fluid that spilled from the tip of his sub’s dick covered his hand before dripping on the floor.
“My, my, boy. You must really want it, don’t you?”
Stellan’s voice hitched as he said, “Yes, Master. I want it badly.”
Dietrich tightened his hand around his cock and said, “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your big dick in my ass, Master.”
“Mmm, such a good boy.” Dietrich let go of Stellan, grabbed the condom off the ground, and quickly sheathed himself. He picked up the lube, poured a generous amount in his palm and worked it over his erection. Next he tilted the bottle upside down and let the clear fluid drip down the top of Stellan’s ass and into the shadowed crease. He set the tube aside and moved closer. Spreading the cheeks apart he used his thumb to spread the fluid around the tight hole then pressed the digit inside. Stellan lifted his hips for more, and Dietrich slapped his disobedient sub’s ass hard. “Did I say you could move, boy?”
Stellan panted out, “No, Master.”
“If you don’t obey I have a mind to work you over and refuse to allow you to come.” He slapped his ass again. “Do you want that, boy?”
“No, Master. Please let me come.”
Dietrich pressed his thumb further into the hole until he reached the second knuckle. He pumped in and out, fucking Stellan’s anus but needing to bury his cock in the tight cavern. He could see his sub’s cock bobbing hard and strong between his legs. Pre-cum continued a steady trickle down to the floor. It was an erotic sight and had Dietrich no longer able to tease Stellan. Keeping his ass open with one hand, he placed the crown of his erection at the knot of tight tissue and worked himself inside his sweet sub. Stellan knew to bear down to let him in. With every inch Dietrich pushed in more sweat broke out along his body. Stellan was slick with perspiration as well, and Dietrich didn’t stop himself from leaning forward and dragging his tongue up Stellan’s spine. He groaned at the salty, clean flavor that exploded in his mouth.
“So hot and tight, boy.” He pushed the last few inches in until his balls slapped Stellan’s. They both grunted aloud, and Dietrich let go of Stellan’s ass only to grip his waist. With a firm hold on Stellan he pulled out slowly, allowing his lover to grow accustomed to his penetration. After a few measured strokes Dietrich let loose. He pounded Stellan’s ass until their combined sounds of ecstasy filled the room. The rhythmic clenching of his inner muscles spurred Dietrich on, and had him pumping his hips faster and harder.
“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master. God, yes.”
“Who do you belong to?”
Stellan breathed out, “You, Master.”
“Who does this ass belong to, boy?” Dietrich slapped the body part in question.