“Yes, Sir. I could tell.”
He took his time, reaching around Scott and tugging a little on his cock to distract him as he scissored two fingers inside Scott’s ass in preparation for the third. As the old saying went, if you can take three, you can take me.
Well, three would be nearly taking him. Close enough.
It would be enough to get the butt plug inside him, at least.
It took Keith a good twenty minutes, and an aching cock, but he was finally satisfied at how loose Scott’s ass felt around his fingers, and how the man was no longer responding with a hint of discomfort as he started fucking his ass with his hand.
When he pulled out, Scott let out a disappointed gasp, almost falling back on his heels from how he’d been fucking himself onto Keith’s hand.
“Hold on, boy,” Keith said. “It’ll get good again in just a minute.” He lubed up the butt plug and slowly started working it into Scott’s ass. Scott let out a moan when the widest part slipped past his rim, then settled into position as his body sucked it in, the base holding it securely in place.
Keith stripped off his gloves and tossed them, patting Scott on the ass. “Good boy. Wait there.” He grabbed some tissues to wipe the excess lube off Scott, tossed them, then washed his hands. He stripped, leaving his clothes on the bed before returning to the vanity area and rolling a condom onto his hard cock.
“Sit up, boy,” he ordered.
Oh, that was a fucking delicious glazed subbie look on his face.
Keith held the base of his cock with his right hand. “Open.”
Scott did.
Keith reached around the back of Scott’s head and tightly fisted his hair. “Sorry they’re not flavored condoms. You’ll have to get used to them.”
* * * *
Scott could barely form coherent thoughts. His ass was stuffed fuller than it had ever been before, and his cock ached, painfully so, his balls screaming for relief.
And here was the first real cock he was ever going to suck.
Yes, he wished it wasn’t through a latex condom, but he’d done that before, sucking Noel’s strap-on through a condom.
Keith’s cock was definitely bigger than the strap-on.
It was also soft, and warm, even while being engorged and hard, pliable.
Real.
Keith slowly eased his cock between Scott’s lips, giving him direction, telling him what to do, Scott eager to comply and please him.
Anything to keep feeling like this.
The stark difference between Noel topping him and…this.
Feeling owned.
Noel had tried her best, but he’d known her heart wasn’t in it. At all. And he felt a little guilty for that.
But this…
Holy fuck, this was so goddamned hot!
He tried to stay relaxed as Keith pressed in, seeing how far Scott could take him without gagging.
“You’re going to have to get good at deep-throating me,” Keith said. “We’ll work on that. I’m sure you’ll learn. I like feeling my boy’s nose pressed against my belly, my balls on his chin.”
He started slowly fucking Scott’s mouth, controlling him with the hand in his hair, using him, and Scott soon realized he was not in control. At all.
“Fuck, boy, suck that cock with those sweet lips.”
He did, his insides twisting in a good way as Keith rewarded him with a loud, unmistakable groan. Keith pushed in deep, nearly gagging Scott as he came, the hand in his hair making it impossible to pull away even if he’d wanted to.
Which he didn’t.
After a moment, Keith’s grip gentled and he eased himself out just enough Scott could relax a little. His hand stroked Scott’s hair, and when he looked up, Keith smiled down at him.
“Sorry I couldn’t last longer, but it’s been nearly a week since I busted a nut, and that felt damn good.” He stroked Scott’s hair some more. “But that will help me last longer once I take that sweet ass of yours later tonight. First, I need to introduce you around to the gang.”
* * * *
The look of fear that washed over Scott’s face was nearly enough to harden Keith’s cock again right there.
“Don’t worry,” Keith assured him. “No one will know who you are, and no one will be doing anything to you but me.”
He held the base of the condom as he withdrew his softening cock from Scott’s mouth, then tugged on his hair, urging him to his feet. He kissed him, hard, deep, his tongue fucking Scott’s mouth.
“Go lie on the bed,” he ordered. “Facedown, at the end, ass at the edge, feet on the floor. Time to redden that sweet ass of yours.”
He cleaned up while Scott went to get into position. Still naked, Keith rooted through his gear bag and came up with a leather paddle and riding crop. Not the harshest implements in his bag, but he wanted to tenderize Scott, not burn him out before the evening even got started.
He reached between Scott’s legs and stroked the man’s balls. “You need to start shaving. Bush and balls. I like my boy hair-free.”
“Yes, Sir,” Scott mumbled, his tone deep in the realm of subspace.
Keith dropped the riding crop onto the bed, planted his left hand in the middle of Scott’s back, and started smacking him with the paddle in his right hand. He went easy at first, slowly, increasing the force and speed of his strokes until Scott squirmed on the bed. Fine-tuning for Scott’s level, he kept him hovering right at the edge of safewording, easing up alternated with a harder smack.
“Oh, that’s nice,” Keith said. “Such a good boy.”
When he stopped, Scott lay there gasping, chest heaving. Keith swapped out the paddle for the riding crop and again started slow, building up, until Scott had a series of purple stripes across his reddened ass.
Keith put down the crop and started stroking Scott’s ass, standing behind him, grabbing his hips. “Just think what it’s going to feel like when I spank you again before I slide my cock inside you.” He thrust, bumping against the base of the butt plug.
“I’m going to take my time fucking you, boy. Make sure your first time is memorable. Get you used to my cock, because you’re going to be getting a lot of it.”
He bumped the butt plug again, getting another wonderful moan from Scott. “No fucking strap-on,” he said. “Just a real cock. I can’t wait until I can christen this ass properly, either.”
He reached up and grabbed Scott’s hair, pulling his head up and back so he could bite his earlobe. “Whose ass is this?”
“Your ass, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He kissed his cheek and released him. “Stay there.”
Getting up, he opened the other suitcase, the one with miscellaneous gear. In it, the hood, as well as a leather jock he could put on Scott. In his implement bag he found the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and the matching leather collar, along with the chain leash.
He went back to the bed and snapped his fingers. “Stand up.”
Scott did, a little more slowly this time, a little wobbly on his feet.
Keith grinned, stepping in close. “That’s a beautiful look of subspace, boy. I can’t believe how hard and fast you fell into it. I like it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Here’s the rules for tonight while you’re on my leash. You don’t speak unless I tell you to. You do what I say, when I say it. You have any boots?”
“No, sir.”
“Dammit. We’ll need to get you a pair. What size do you wear?”
“Ten and a half.”
“Okay, we’re close then. Good. A thick pair of socks, you’ll be fine. I’ve got another pair I can wear.” He put the hood on Scott first, lacing it up the back. When he turned him back around, he smiled as he stared into Scott’s gorgeous blue eyes.
Cupping the back of Scott’s head, he pulled him in close for another kiss. “No one will know who you are,” he said. “But they’ll all know you belong to me.” He pointed at Scott’s left hand. “You might want to leave that in here for tonight, though.”
Scott glanced down at his hand and spotted his wedding ring, then started working it off. Keith held out his palm for it, putting it on the dresser next to Scott’s wallet and cell phone. “It’ll be safe there, just like you’ll be safe with me.”