Miles
Tying up Jordan turned out to be one of Miles’s favorite things; maybe he had a mean streak after all.
On the last day of his indenture, or rather, Jordan’s last day, Miles strapped his big, beautiful servant to the bed. As he looked at the scene, it brought back memories of the time when he had been put through this exact predicament. His cock had throbbed back then, his balls had ached, and his mind had raced through a dozen scenarios where he was the one punishing Jordan for his cruelty.
Only Jordan didn’t thrash around; he didn’t beg. He only stared into oblivion, ignoring his hard cock and the weight of his balls.
“You don’t seem into it,” Miles told him, propping one knee on the bed. “Your cock works, though, that’s all I need.”
His playful tone fell on deaf ears, and Miles sighed and dropped onto Jordan. He let out a little grunt.
“Do you want me to untie you?” Miles asked, ever the good guy. “Just say the words.”
“No, I just want you to stay,” Jordan replied, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Miles’s own dick throbbed, and lay flush against Jordan’s muscular thigh. “Why are you so obsessed? There’s like a hundred guys who’d pay to sleep with you, to be used by you. What makes me special?”
“Nothing,” Jordan whispered. “That’s the weirdest part, there’s guys who are more handsome than you, more willing, more submissive… Some who fight harder against their bounds, but you…” Jordan stopped talking, and his fists tightened on his restraints. “I can’t explain it, you just do it for me.”
“Ouch,” Miles chuckled, burned by the fact that there were guys, in Jordan’s opinion, who were better than him.
“I didn’t say that to hurt you. If anything, it just proves that I fucking want you,” Jordan said. “For you, not for what you look like, or how you act. But for who you are.”
“What am I?”
“Someone my brain decided to care about.”
Miles frowned. “Should’ve thought of that before acting like a total jerk.”
“I know,” Jordan whispered.
To lighten the mood, Miles aligned Jordan’s boner with his ass. He’d prepared himself to take him, leaving Jordan tied on the bed for a good thirty minutes until the water coming out of his hole was clean.
He’d even lubed his hole before coming out of the bathroom, and though the little bottle of lube was at arm’s length, Miles was sure he was loose enough and slick enough to take Jordan in one go.
The head pressed against his entrance, soft and warm, slightly moist.
Miles allowed it to breach into him, and he let himself sink onto Jordan until his ass rested against his short pubes.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed out, throwing his head back as he pinched Jordan’s nipples. “Fits right in, feels like home.”
Then, he squeezed him and brought his lips to Jordan’s, who, for a hot second, didn’t react. Hesitation was replaced by tangled tongues and quiet moans.
Jordan’s cock was so hard it poked Miles’s walls painfully, digging into him like a rod of molten steel. Miles thrust into it carefully, slowly, adjusting to its size further before he started bouncing on it.
No words were exchanged, only hungry kisses and desperate thrusts.
Miles laced his fingers around his own length, spitting on his cockhead so he could polish it with his palm. The pounding of his prostate, the relentless feeling of Jordan’s dick fucking him, all got him too close too fast.
It was his own fault, his own eagerness that sent him over the edge. Jordan was being a good boy, trying his best to follow Miles’s lead by fucking him at the exact pace Miles had set.
To keep himself from spilling, Miles squeezed the base of his cock and inhaled deeply.
“Getting close?” Jordan asked, his cocky grin returning to his lips.
“Shut up,” Miles laughed, attacking his mouth with a vengeance. “I thought you’d learned to behave.”
“I need more lessons.”
Jordan let the implications dangle, kissing Miles before he could respond. What he meant was, stay. That wasn’t something Miles was ready to do, not entirely. His skin was flushed red, and his asshole burned from the constant assaults it had endured. The mix of pain and pleasure that he had hated in the beginning had grown on him.
But Jordan was bad for him in every way.
For all his talk of change, Miles didn’t believe anyone could change so quickly.
Jordan would do as a fuck buddy, but not as someone with whom Miles could lay his soul bare. Not someone he couldn’t trust with the most fragile parts of his heart.
To test him, Miles jumped off the bed, which caused Jordan to grunt and arch his back. He humped the air like an animal in heat, his big cock oozing with precum.
Quickly, Miles unbound him, and once Jordan was free, he said:
“Fuck me.”
He didn’t flinch when he said it, and he gratefully accepted Jordan’s extended hand and how gently he laid him across the bed.
When Jordan aligned his cock with Miles’s hole, Miles brought his knees closer to his chest and put his leg on Jordan’s wide shoulders. They were a nice, comfortable perch.
Slowly, Jordan let himself in until he was buried to the hilt. He was deep into the cookie jar, but his eyes demanded more.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He asked, less dangerous than Miles had expected.
Miles nodded and grabbed Jordan’s nape to guide him toward his mouth.
Smoothly, Jordan produced a thick wad of spit, and without missing a beat, Miles opened his mouth. It landed on his tongue, and Jordan brushed some of the matted hair on Miles’s forehead back.
“Good boy,” Jordan said.
“Sir,” Miles replied, falling deeper into the well of submission he had been thrown into a couple of weeks ago. “You’re so fucking big, Jordan, I don’t think I can handle you much longer.”
“Are you allowing me to cum?”
Miles used his legs to bend Jordan further; their bodies were pressed so tightly together that they had become one sweaty bundle of muscles.
“We cum at the same time,” Miles said, wrapping his legs around Jordan’s waist. “Jerk me off, I’ll tell you when you can breed me.”
“Okay, sir!”
“Fucking stallion,” Miles smiled and pinched one of Jordan’s nipples hard enough to make him wince.
“Don’t do that, fuck,” Jordan cradled him with his body, hands on either side of Miles. “You’ll make me blow.”
“Don’t, I don’t want to punish you.”
Jordan grinned, but there was some sadness behind his arousal. “Wouldn’t want that on our last day together.”
Miles shook his head. “No, no, we wouldn’t.”
The hand that wrapped around his cock was strong and deliberate, and after a few dry strokes, Jordan spat on Miles’s long shaft and coated it with saliva. Each time he reached the head, Jordan twirled his fingers around it, sending jolts of immeasurable pleasure through Miles’s spent body.
Meanwhile, the cock in his hole punched his prostate mercilessly until Miles was brought to the edge again.
“Are you… Are you close?” Miles whimpered.
“Yeah,” Jordan panted. “I am.”
“Release, blow your load!”
Slimy cum filled him to the brim, and Miles let himself go and spilled his own seed over his abs.
“Miles,” Jordan moaned, his hips colliding frantically with Miles’s. “Miles, fuck, you feel so good!”
His breath caught in his throat, and Miles chose to endure the hard thrusts, even if his spent hole screamed for reprieve. His cock throbbed, and if he wasn’t so tired from the day, and so excited from their fuck session, Miles wouldn’t have agreed to round two.
But Jordan didn’t ask.
All he did was hug Miles so tightly and possessively that Miles found it hard to breathe.
“Calm down, you’re choking me!”
“Sorry,” Jordan said, releasing some pressure without letting Miles go completely, then he whispered, “I thought about what you asked me yesterday.”
“What?” Miles wrapped his arms around him, feeling Jordan’s cock go soft in his hole. “The piercing thing?”
“Yeah, I want to do it.”
Miles was caught off guard and forced Jordan to look at him. “No, you don’t have to do it. I said it in the heat of the moment, you don’t…”
“I want to, to remember you, and because I think it’d make my cock ten times hotter, too.”
The certainty with which Jordan said the words soothed Miles, but morally speaking, he wasn’t sure Jordan had thought this through with a clear mind.
“Let’s rest, we’ll talk about it later,” Miles answered, running his fingertips over Jordan’s broad back.
“I’ve already thought this through, and…” Jordan kissed Miles’s forehead. “I want you to be there when I have it done.”
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