“FUCK!” was all he managed to get out before shooting his load straight down my throat. Kind of sucks, I don’t even get to taste my prize.
He let out a deep moan as he pulled out and played with my hair. When he at back down I half whimpered, which he took as ‘But I want more’, rather than ‘Ow that hurt, please don’t do that’.
“Later, you may not of noticed but I’m tired out,” he said lying down, misreading me completely, “Come lie up here with me,” tapping beside the bed with his arm out.
I climbed up onto the bed next to him and laid down, resting my head against his chest while he played with my hair. It was only 10.30pm and I was more than ready to go to bed. Dylan was watching my face, and when I let my head loll and my eyes close, he got up, despite my attempts at pulling me back down. He turned the lights onto a low enough setting he could see without disturbing me more. He moved around the room like a ghost, opening and closing drawers and doors, getting out random objects. Then he came back over to me, reached under the bed, and pulled out a length of rope (which I assumed was for the boat for some reason). I looked at him as if to ask a question, to which he just quietly giggled, then sat down next to the head of the bed, just out of my peripheral vision. I could hear him tying the ropes to the bed, and I could only guess what he was planning.
Saturday was nearly over, and Sunday was nearly beginning, at 11.20 pm neither I nor Dylan could sleep. Dylan had positioned me to be hurled over the side of the bed on the corner. My cock ached with pain as it was squished against the hard mattress as Dylan’s increasing rhythm provided no comfort.
I moaned into his gag again which Dylan had required him to wear so no one would hear us, apparently I’m quite loud.
Dylan let out a loud grunt next to my ear with my face pushed flat into the mattress, surrendering himself to his will, I couldn‘t exactly overpower him. Dylan bucked his hips as he tried to get more and more of himself deep within me. I was feeling more full than I ever had, but all I could do to
Thank him was blissful moans into the dirty pair of Dylan’s boxers. My body was being bullied around by Dylan; and now Dylan crumbled, bent and twisted me to reach his ultimate pleasure.
He pulled out in one motion and I let out a sigh of relief. It was getting a little rough and always enjoyed an intermission. However, my arse ached and mewled without the comfort of Dylan’s rod. Dylan threw me back onto the bed and turned my warn out body around. On my back, I could now see Dylan with the lustful, horny look in his eye. Dylan, with the help of my body, jerked his cock inches in front of my own semi.
He placed a hand on my hip to steady himself just before the initial spurt came blasting out and landed along his shaft. Three more globs of white sperm ejected itself from Dylan and coated my dick. I had my hands tied and knew it was better than to do something without Dylan’s permission when Dylan was in this mood. It was almost as if Dylan had a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde kind of personality. One minute he could be hopelessly romantic and another want to fuck my brains out until my ass was too sore to touch.
Dylan was come down from his high still slightly grunting through his teeth. I looked up at him wondering if I should say something. I needed to cum as well, badly, but with my arms over my head, there wasn’t much else I could do.
“Fuck yes Paul.” Dylan said starting to smile.
He pointed his semi in the direction of my own semi still white coated and began to push his own sperm around. With our dicks entwined, Dylan began to smear his cum all over my chest and stomach and massaged it into my skin. Dylan jump off the bed and headed off to the bathroom.
“Thanks Pauly.”
“You’re welcome Dylan”. I replied still wondering when I was going to be untied.
A couple minutes passed. I heard Dylan flush the toilet.
“Close your eyes Paul. I have a surprise for you.”
Still horny, I quickly followed the order and said it was okay for Dylan to enter the room. Dylan walked back to the bed, I heard his light footsteps one after the other. In his hand was my surprise.
“What have you got for me Dylan?” I questioned wriggling around on the bed with anticipation, still not opening my eyes despite my desperate want to.
Dylan giggled, most likely at my enthusiasm. He always thought it was nice to see me get excited about something sexual even though he and I had been fooling around for almost 4 months now. He never seemed to get over my naked form begging for more.
“Ok, open your eyes.”
I blinked for a few seconds then stared wide-eyed at the long piece of plastic Dylan was holding.
“Where…Where did you get that?” I asked in disbelief.
“I got it especially for you, I figured just cause I‘m done, doesn‘t mean you are.” Dylan said letting out a giggle.
I zoned out day dreaming, thinking about the last time I had an experience like this at Dylan’s hands. A few weeks ago, he‘d forced me into the bathroom to wash me off, and decided to have a little fun, anyway long story short, he put the shower hose inside me (I‘m sure you can figure it out) and decided to flush me out like a enema from the inside. I tried to expel the thoughts quickly.
“What are you thinking about?” Dylan asked snapping me out of my daze. He turned on the vibrator and a low hum sounded through out the room.
“Nothing.” I said with a weak smile.
“I call your bullshit,“ Dylan said as he does all too often, “Tell me now please Paul,” He looked up again and turned it off. I let out a quite whimper and he went back to business, reaching under the bed to get some more ropes and knots tying them quickly around my ankles. I let Dylan do as he pleased eager to hurry up the moment when I would be able to feel that vibrator deep within me.
“Up we go.” Said Dylan as he lifted both legs towards the headboard bending
Me in half in the process. He tied the left leg first. I began to lick his lips looking for a kiss and Dylan smiled.
“No, not going to happen, I spoil you far too much,” he said going back to his knots. I licked my lips again and whimpered again.
“Grr, fine but your going to have to be punished for this,” he said, rising from the knots, he pushed his tongue deep down my throat, his prisoners throat, almost to say thank you for every time we have been together. He tied the other leg without breaking eye contact. It was a staring contest and, of course, I broke down and smiled first pouting for another kiss. A few more pecks from Dylan was all I got though because Dylan was already hard again waiting for some more
Thrills.
He flipped the vibrator on to the lowest setting and placed the tip on my balls. I threw his head back then side to side, letting out a loud moan of pleasure. Dylan rubbed his hand over my
stomach, occasionally reaching up to my nipples and giving them a slight tweak or rub.
“I might have to gag you again. Give yourself to me , Paul. You’re so addicted to cock!” Dylan laughed.
“Fuck, oh god, no, stop, awwww, no!” I moaned and yelled. The sheer pleasure I was receiving made it hard to focus on breathing.
Dylan took the vibrator off my balls and let me to flop back down onto the bed. My chest was heaving as Dylan continued to grope and play with my chest.
“What do you want slut?”
“I NEED to be fucked!”
“Yes you do,” Dylan agreed, nodding his head.
He decided to be nice to me and slipped the fake cock into my waiting and willing ass like butter without any vibrations. I couldn’t do much more than flip my hips to get the maximum pleasure for myself. I clenched my ass around the cock much like he did when Dylan was fucking me, but it was no real use because the plastic device had no mercy for my ass stretched out in front of Dylan.
Dylan slowly pulled it out all the way. I tried to hug it tight enough to that I would not have to feel empty but Dylan gave an extra hard tug then proceeded to plunge it all the way back it. It wasn’t that much bigger than Dylan’s cock so I knew Cody could take it all. And take it all I did. Dylan always made sure to remove it completely when he pulled out, looking at my sorry look of need. There was just something about giving me that much pleasure and pain at once that made Dylan smile. What a cruel sadistic master, I giggled to myself at this thought.
I was entirely hard now as was Dylan. Dylan made sure to press firmly against my prostate each time he slid the device in. He knew exactly where to find it since my ass was his cock’s primary home. It was his property, he should know where to find it. My balls were hanging just in front of Dylan’s face, and he took the invitation and began to caress them with his tongue and lips. I
skyrocketed into another level of pleasure as the tension in my rod mounted. I needed release or else it was going to blow on its own.
“Want some more, Pauly?” Dylan said still lapping his saliva around my flesh.
“Ahh, Dylan, more, please! Fuck me. Breed me! Please!” I screamed over the dull hum of the vibrator making it’s way in to touch his prostate yet again.
Dylan smiled while circling his tongue around my left testicle and flipped the switch to it’s highest setting. The vibrator sounded like a vacuum as it sent powerful jets of pleasure streaking through my ass and up my spine. Reduced to a babbling mess, I could not express my gratitude to Dylan for taking me higher again. Dylan began to take longer strokes and let the vibrator sit on my prostate making me scream with pleasure, for several seconds before pulling out.
He pushed the humming tool against my balls and his tongue massaged the hairless area further. After several seconds of that, he plunged it back in to the hilt, held it there and pulled out. He pulled it out and pressed it against my cock and balls again. I went into 7th heaven and hoped Dylan was experience the same kind of pleasure. Dylan continued this routine for several minutes.
“MMMMGH!” Was all I managed to get out.
Dylan took it as a sign I was about to erupt all over his face. And erupt I did. My hips shot into the air but Dylan was quick to push them down again, making sure his face wasn’t smacked by an uncontrollable spasm of my hips. He took my shaft his in hand and pointed it straight at my chest and face just as the first pearly white shot of sperm fired out. It fired so fast, that before I got a chance to recover, another jet had exploded. I grinded my hips into the bed. Dylan watched the action unfold. There was nothing hotter than watching your own personal toy tied up and shooting sperm all over himself, at least half of my streams had landed on my face.
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