Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER FIVE

Iwalk home to the place that’s going to be my apartment for another week or so, hungry, exhausted, jobless, and frustrated.

I haven’t picked up a job, my reputation for having a temper preceding me. It’s not even like I have a huge temper or anything, I just get frustrated with people being assholes, and I’m big enough that apparently even a small growl seems intimidating.

And it doesn’t help that the frustration keeps on building, leaving me short-tempered. It’s like I don’t fit properly in my skin anymore.

I stomp up the stairs, let myself in, and throw myself on my air mattress. Fuck.

What I really want is to be lying on Kalos’s bed, being used however he wants to use me. That would sure as hell beat anything this day is going to give me.

I can’t though. I suck too hard. I’m a motherfucking loser and he is amazing. He deserves far better than me.

My phone rings and it’s Matt. I don’t answer, and soon after, a text comes through from him. <headed for club—come with>

<dropped my membership> I can’t afford the roof currently over my head or my next meal, so I certainly can’t afford the damn gym.

<not gym—that club>

I type in <I> then stop. I want to. Fuck, how I want to. <Do you think it’s ok?> I’m still the jobless loser I was a moment ago. All my arguments for not being good enough for Kalos still stand.

<he’s been asking about you> I find it hard to believe, but my heart starts beating faster at the idea that he could be missing me as much as I’m missing him.

Every night when I close my eyes, I have the same dream, the same fantasy of him filling me with that impossibly huge prick. Stretching me, leaving no room inside me for anything else. Nothing but him.

<I want to, yeah> Stupid, but true. I want him more than anything else, and I can’t refuse Matt’s offer to go with him.

<pick you up in five>

And that’s that. I’m going to go back to the club. Back to him.

I make myself stand up, clean up, and get ready to see him. I don’t have long or I’d take a shower, make myself nice and fresh for him. I pick up a bag and stuff a few clothes into it to take with me.

I guess I’m planning to stay more than a day this time. He’s said that’s what he wants. I know he deserves better than me, but I hope he meant it. I need him so badly, and when I’m with him, I feel good.

I grab my charger for my phone, and my favorite books and shove them in, and I snag my good pillow. In case he really does let me stay the night.

I’m almost shaking I’m so eager to see him again. He isn’t expecting me, I hope that’ll be all right. Of course he wasn’t actually expecting me the last time I was there, either, and he greeted me with opens arms, so… I take a breath and try to convince myself not to worry.

Right.

Like I can do that.

I can’t manage not worrying for even a second. Except when I’m with him. Then everything else disappears and I can breathe.

I get a buzz from my phone. It’s Matt—he’s downstairs, waiting on me. Okay, this is it.

I can do this. I close the door behind me and lock it.

Click.

It sounds weirdly final.

Matt’s out there in the back seat of a dark grey sedan, and he gives me a wide grin, waves me in. “Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”

“I’m tired and sad, I guess, which is ridiculous but true.”

“Well, you’re going to the right place then. Can’t say it’s going to help your tiredness, but Kalos will fuck that sadness right out of you.” Matt winks at me.

I chuckle, feeling my cheeks heat. “Maybe he won’t want to.” I doubt it, but it could be true.

Matt starts laughing. “We both know that’s not going to happen. Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you, but come on. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You’re doing the stretching, aren’t you? I mean I haven’t seen Kalos’s, but all the demons have very large… members.”

“I have, sort of. I mean, it’s been sporadic.” Are we really discussing this?

“Well, stick with it—it’s so worth it.” Matt gets this smile on his face and this faraway look in his eyes. He looks… not just happy but satisfied deep in his bones too.

“I hope so. I hope I’m not…too much of a fuckup for him.” Because I’m afraid I am. Just a total fuckup.

Matt stops laughing and looks at me for a long moment. Finally, he asks, “Did he say that? That you were a fuckup, I mean.”

I have to shake my head. I won’t lie on him. “No. No, not once.”

“It didn’t sound like something Kalos would do. My master says he’s one of the good ones and you’re very lucky. Not as lucky as I am, of course.” I get another wink from Matt. “He’s going to be thrilled to see you would be my bet. I’d even put money on it.”

“I can’t afford that. I’m going to pray you win, okay?” I just need him to touch me.

“It’s a sucker bet anyway—he’s going to be happy to see you. Thrilled even.” Matt looks smug. Like he really knows. I am going to pray that he’s right.

We pull up in front of the building where the club is. It looks like any other high-rise—you’d never know there was actually a sex club with guys who say they are demons in it. Well, I don’t think anyone who hadn’t seen it with their own eyes would even imagine such a place could exist.

Hell, I didn’t believe this place existed. Not really.

We go up in the elevator together, both quiet now. I suppose Matt is focused on getting to his… master, just like I am on getting to Kalos. I try to push away the renewed worry that he won’t be happy to see me.

“Breathe, man. You’re going to worry yourself into a stroke.”

It startles me because I thought Matt was dedicated solely on getting up to the club to see his master. “Uh, sorry. I. Sorry.” I take a deep breath, and then another, trying to focus on that and not my welcome.

“There you go. Good job.” Matt winks at me and hauls me out of the elevator.

Butthead.

He’s a good friend.

We go right in, but Matt doesn’t let go, like he thinks I won’t keep going if he isn’t pulling me along. The hall is familiar even though I’ve only been here a couple times.

I’m not going to stop. He’s got to be here. He has to be.

We get to the end of the hall where the big room is with all the couches in a circle. Matt goes running to his master, and my sight narrows in immediately on the man sitting next to him. Kalos.

Please want me to be here. Please. I step forward for him to see me.

He looks up and notices me, a wide smile lighting up his face. “Steve!”

That’s all I need. I run right to him, my heart slamming in my chest. He stands as I get to him, catching me and wrapping me in his arms like some damned romantic comedy. He’s warm and solid and feels so good wrapped around me. I feel like nothing else can touch me while he holds me.

Then he says the words I needed to hear him say. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I missed you. I missed you so much.” I hold on, refusing to let him go.

“You should have come back sooner.” He doesn’t seem to mind that we’re just standing here, holding each other.

“I can’t find a job. I don’t have anything but what’s here, not really.”

His eyes light up and his smile gets wider. “You brought your stuff? To stay for a while?”

I nod. “I have my books, some clothes, and my pillow.”

I swear I hear someone say, “aww…”

Not Kalos though. His smile gets even wider, and then he cups my cheeks and takes my mouth. The kiss is everything I remembered and everything I want. It’s full-on and all him as he devours me.

I go boneless, relief so palpable it almost hurts.

“Mmm. My baby boy. Let’s go put your stuff in my rooms.” He takes my hand and leads me from the lounge to whistles and catcalls.

I ignore them, because I’m here and he’s here, and I need him. I’m willing to do anything.

He brings me back to his rooms and once the door is closed, he nods to my bag. “Unpack. Make my place your place. I want you here.”

“Yeah? Thank you. I—Thank you.” I want to be here too. I need to be here.

“Do it now. Quickly. Because I’m not letting you up for air again for a while.” His voice is thick, rough with need.

I put my books on the table, plug in my phone, and put my clothes in the drawers. Then I put my pillow on the bed. It really does make it feel like now this is my room too.

He bends and plants his face in my pillow. Then he comes up again, smiling. “It smells like you.”

“It’s comfortable. It makes where I am feel like home.”

“Then I’m very glad you brought it.” He opens his arms for me.

“I’m very glad you’re here. I was worried.” I’ve been scared and so…down. Spiraling with negative thoughts and energy if I’m honest.

He holds my shoulders and looks straight in my eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it clearer that I want you. I want you here with me. You’re mine. And I want you here with me. Do you understand?”

“I want to be here. With you. I understand.”

He presses our lips together, sealing our words with fiery kisses that burn me to my toes. Suddenly blood rushes to my cock, to my balls, and I burn everywhere, aching for him.

“Yours. Please. Yours.” I don’t know how to make it any clearer than that.

“I want you so badly. I can’t wait until you can take my cock.” His hand drifts down to my ass and he squeezes, pulls me in close.

“I’ll work hard. I swear to you. I’ll be a good…” Boy.

“You don’t have to convince me, baby boy. I want you here. I want to keep you.” He bites at my lower lip, tugging on it before letting it go again and invading my mouth with his tongue.

I crawl up his huge body, begging him with my whole soul for these touches, these caresses, these kisses.

He squeezes my ass tighter, and sits, rocking our bodies together. His cock feels huge, and I feel like a twink, vulnerable and sensual and desperate for his comfort. Which is crazy, but it’s true.

“You need a new plug. Your poor ass is empty.”

“Uh-huh. Yes. Please.” I nod. “I couldn’t focus without you. I was lost.”

“And I was moping around here, wishing you’d come back.” He lays me back on the bed, then orders, “Turn around, ass up.”

I say “Yes,” as I do as told.

“Master.”

I shiver hard, but I say it. “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.”

There’s so much pleasure in those two words. So much satisfaction.

He slaps my ass a few times, the sting so good, and it warms my skin. I gasp, because I want more, and I’m here. I want him to make me fly.

“Mmm. you like that, baby boy?” He swats a couple more times, and I rock back into each blow. “Oh, you do. Then I’ll have to keep going.” And he does, giving me swat after swat, warming me so good.

“I—I’m aching. So bad. Please.” I spread a little bit, my balls drawing up tight against my body.

“Soon as I warm your ass, bring up some good color, I’ll fill your ass with the last plug we used. You think you’re still stretched enough for that one?” Without warning, he slides a finger into me.

“Yes. Yes. I want everything. I want you to show me everything.” I want him to decorate me, fill me, make me his.

“I will.” I can hear the promise in his voice. He’s going to give me everything I want and hopefully things I don’t even know I want.

He taps my balls, and I go up on tiptoe. “Wh-whoa.”

“I won’t be stopping anytime soon, boy. You. Are. Mine.” Each word is accompanied by a harder swat.

“Yes!” I try to close my legs, protect myself.

He uses his knees to spread mine back apart, leaving my entire ass exposed for him. “You want this,” he tells me. It’s not a question; he’s letting me know that I want it.

“I—” What good does it do me to lie? But what if I want to…play? “I don’t know what to say!”

He rubs my ass, making the slight burn ache. It’s not nearly enough, but it’s good. “You need a safeword, baby, don’t you? You know what that is?”

“No. No, what is it?” And why do I need it?

“It’s a word that you can say when you really need everything to stop. It means we can play and you can pretend you don’t like it. Say I’m spanking you and you don’t really want me to stop but you want to tell me stop. You can say it as much as you want and I won’t stop, not unless you tell me the safeword, then I’ll stop. Does that make sense?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand.” That’s what I want. To be able to struggle and fight, but not mean it. To know that he knows I don’t mean it and will keep going, keep giving me everything I so desperately need.

“So choose a safeword, boy. Make it something you wouldn’t usually say during sex or punishment or play.” He swats me again, and it feels so good.

“Like what?”

“Red? Weiner? Fuckminstrel?” One eyebrow lifts impossibly.

Like I’m going to remember fuckminstrel.

“Red?”

“Red, sir.” He swats again.

“Red is the word! Sir!”

“Red it is. Anytime you actually need me to stop, you say that. Otherwise, your ass is mine.” With that, he swats my ass again and again, really letting me have it.

I scoot away, trying to hide from him, from that implacable hand. Grabbing hold of my hips, he pulls me closer again. He leaves one hand wrapped hard around my hips—I’m going to have bruises from his fingers—and he sets to spanking me again.

“No more! I didn’t mean to stay away so long!” And I am sorry it has taken so long for me to come back, though not sorry about the spanking he’s giving me.

“You’ll come back sooner next time.” He sounds so sure, and that’s okay because he’s right. I need this, more than I could ever have dreamed. “You brought your things. You’ve come for a while.”

“Until you’re tired of me.” And that thought worries me.

“So you’ve come to stay, full stop. I’m not sending you away.”

“You swear it?” I fight my sob.

He leans over me, body hot against mine. That puts his mouth right at my ear. “I swear that I will not send you away.”

“Thank you.” I do start crying now. I can’t help myself. I can’t breathe. I hadn’t known how much I needed to hear exactly that, to know that there is a place for me here with him. With him.

He growls softly and moves us both so that I’m lying on my side with him spooned around me, holding me against his strong, hot body. “I have you, Steve.”

“I need you.” I don’t know how not to.

“I know. I count on it.”

I turn in his arms and curl into him and breathe his scent, my tongue dragging along his skin. That makes him groan and his hands slide down to grab my ass. He squeezes, making my ass cheeks burn. I respond by biting his nipple—not hard, but hard enough.

His body jerks, his cock pushing hard against my belly, leaving a trail of heat and tingles where the wet tip leaks against me. His need makes me feel better about my own. This doesn’t feel one-sided at all.

I suck harder, pulling steadily, focusing on his need. He purrs for me, rumbles and groans, and the sounds fill my ears like another kind of touch, turning me on more than I thought noises ever could.

I find his cock, jacking it, stroking him off with steady, sure motions. I have to use both hands—he’s just so fucking big. He’s going to split me in two when he takes me, but I don’t care. I want it. I slide my hands all the way down, feel that swelling near the base that’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt or seen before. His… knot.

“You’re going to take it soon. You’re going to beg to be knotted, and you’re going to take every inch. I’m going to plug your cock, your ass, and I’m going to make you plead for all of it.”

I swallow hard and increase my suction, letting him feel my teeth on his nipple. I don’t doubt him, but I want him to feel like he needs to beg for me too. I want to hear more of his promises, more of his wicked words.

“You’re going to be my pleasure slave. You’re going to live on your knees and worship me, my cock, all of me, and everything I do to you.” His voice has gone rough, his need plain in it.

I nod and moan, not even sure of what I’m agreeing to. And it doesn’t matter because I know, deep down—maybe even not so deep down—that I will agree to anything he wants, let him do anything he wants to me, because it will be exactly what I need.

“You want to taste me as I come,” he tells me. “You want to wrap your lips around my head and swallow me down as I blow into your mouth and throat.” He touches my shoulders, not pushing me down, more… suggesting.

I nod, though, because yes. Of course. I want him. I want everything he’s just said and more. So much more.

I head south, kissing as I moved down his body. His muscles are hard and hot, sharply defined. I want to spend hours exploring each one, but that massive cock is calling to my tongue. I can’t wait to taste him.

I drag my tongue over the slit, the tingles sparkling in my mouth, making me achingly hard. He groans and another drop slides from between his slit lips, and I lick again, taking that into myself. I swear I can feel it going all the way down into my belly.

He pumps his hips forward, the thick head spreading my lips so wide as it pushes into my mouth.

I take his balls in hand, petting and rolling them, stroking the heavy sac. My other hand finds that swelling again, the knot bigger now, extra thickness at the base of his already-wide cock. My brain doesn’t understand, but my body doesn’t give a shit. It needs.

Whenever I touch his knot, I swear I feel it throb like it has a mind of its own. I start squeezing it, over and over, humming under my breath.

“Oh fuck, yes!” He hisses the words, his hips moving constantly now, gliding against my belly as I work him, learning how to make him lose control. It makes me feel tall, strong, but most of all, happy. I’m where I want to be.

“Soon,” he growls, the sound vibrating along my spine and settling right in my balls. I feel like if he shoots into my mouth, I’m going to come at the same time he does.

I wonder what he’ll do if I jack myself off…

His breath is coming in audible huffs, and I swear my own matches it, my chest heaving as I breathe through my nose. I increase my suction, pulling on his cockhead as hard as I can.

He roars, my only warning before my mouth is filled with his come. His jizz tingles inside my mouth and all the way down my throat. I hump the mattress, fucking the sheets with a moan.

Fuck, I’m hard. I need to come so badly, just from the taste of him.

“Stop.”

The word is like a shot and I don’t want to, but my body responds immediately, following his order without thought.

“You don’t get to come yet. I’m going to put the new plug in first.”

“I’m aching…” It’s not exactly a complaint, not really. I’m just letting him know how badly I need.

“I know. That doesn’t change my mind.” He pinches the tip of my cock and kisses the side of my neck before slipping from the bed.

I whimper, reaching for him, my prick swollen, fat, and aching, leaking at the tip.

He clucks softly, laughing at me. “Let’s plug that little prick up too. It’s making a mess.”

“What?” I’m honestly shocked. He’d said the next size up for my ass, not anything about my cock.

“You heard me. I’ve got just the thing.” He tosses a huge plug on the bed. “Don’t worry—the one for your pretty little prick is much smaller.” His grin is absolutely wicked; there’s no other word for it. “But it’ll feel huge. Now, do we want the one with the ruby on the end or the diamond…”

Is he asking me? “I like red…” Why am I talking about this?

His grin gets even bigger. “Ruby it is.” He grabs something I can’t see and comes back to the bed. Once he’s sitting next to me, he opens his hand to show me. It’s a short, slender metal plug with five tiny bumps and a deadly looking thorned rose carved from a ruby at the top.

He touches the rose at the tip. “This stops it from going all the way in.” Then he slides his fingers along the length of it. “The bumps are just for fun.”

“It—it won’t fit.” My prick is dripping, I need so badly, and I grab it. I can’t help myself.

He growls and slaps away my hand. “That’s mine. No touching without my permission. And it’ll fit just fine.” He rubs the tip of my cock, spreading the liquid around the head. Then he squeezes the head, more drops sliding out.

“Needy little prick…”

I grumble a little. “Not that little.”

He chuckles, the sound dark. “My hand swallows it up, baby boy.”

It so does and I have to admit, even if only to myself, but that is sexy as fuck. To know I’m a big guy with a larger than average cock, and that despite that, I’m small next to him. I shiver with need.

He wraps his hand around my cock and squeezes, my slit turning into a little o. He picks up the slender ruby-topped plug in his other hand. “Ready?”

I know it doesn’t matter what I say, so I just shake my head—who is ever ready to have something put in his prick?

Chuckling, the sound as wicked as his smile, he puts the base of the metal against my hole.

My toes curl because it’s like electricity, lighting me up and making my eyes cross. “Is it going to hurt?”

“No. You’re dripping pre-come like crazy and I’ll add lube. It’s going to be different—strange—and possibly uncomfortable, but it won’t hurt.” He dips the tip into my cock, gradually feeding what is at most a half an inch into me. It might only be a slender half an inch, but it feels like a huge tree trunk.

I gasp, my balls drawing up so fast they ache. “Please.”

“What are you begging for? Do you even know?” His eyes are intense as he looks into mine. I have his full attention, and that is heady as fuck.

“No. No, I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, baby boy.” He kisses me, so gently, then tugs the plug out. It’s glistening with my pre-come. How crazy is that?

Then he slicks it up with lube and sets it back at my slit.

He says it won’t hurt, won’t harm, and I believe him. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe in him. That doesn’t mean I’m not nervous to have a fucking piece of metal about to go into and fill my slit.

He puts more in this time, the same half-inch I’ve already had, and then another half inch and then another. That’s put one of the bumps in me and I swear I can feel the difference where it’s wider thanks to the bump. He pulls it partly up, but not completely out this time. Then he lets it drop quickly until I’ve got the second bump inside me along with the first.

I grab my cock again—I don’t even think about it. I just need it not to move at all.

“Boy.” It’s a growl. “I’m going to have to spank you for that later, but it’ll be now if you don’t let go.”

“I’m not trying to be bad!” And I am trying to let go, but my hand doesn’t seem to want to open up.

He chuckles at that. “You’re still getting that spanking. And you still haven’t let go.” He takes the plug out of my cock and unwraps my hand from my prick. “Should I bind your hands to my headboard?”

“No—” The thought makes me shiver—then he could do whatever he wanted with me. Although it’s not like he can’t do that now without my hands tied anyway. Besides, this is good enough as it is, I don’t need extra stuff. Maybe some other time. That thought elicits another shiver from me.

“Well, if you touch yourself again, that’s what is going to happen. Understand?”

I nod.

“I didn’t hear that, boy.”

I nod again. “Yes.”

He raises an eyebrow, and I know exactly what that look means.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”

He taps my slit hard, almost swatting it, and I jerk, my legs kicking out.

Humming, he grabs my cock and squeezes. “There’s my pretty little slit, all ready for the plug. Gonna fuck you with it before I drop it all the way in.”

I don’t know if I can bear that, seriously. I don’t even know if it’s possible.

He slides the plug in as far as it was before, then pulls it not quite out. Then in again, a little farther this time. Then almost out once more. Then in, slightly deeper still, then out. The bumps on the plug make the sensations that much bigger.

In fact, it’s too big, but it feels so good that I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t want him to stop.

“You’re doing so well, baby boy. I can’t wait ’til you’re filled fore and aft and I give you the spanking you’ve got coming to you. So many sensations on their way.” All the while he talks, he fucks my slit with the metal.

I shake my head. “I’ll be good.”

“You will. You are. You’re going to love the spanking with the plug in your ass. The one up front is just a bonus sensation.” He sounds so sure and so pleased. He feeds the damn plug even deeper, almost to the fourth bump.

I can’t quite believe it, even though I’m looking right at it, watching that thing disappear into my cock.

“It’s…long. It’s long.” And my breath keeps catching in my chest.

“Not longer than you,” he assures me. “And you haven’t taken it all yet.” He moves the plug faster, fucking me with it in earnest now. It’s undeniable. Metal in my prick. Inside me.

“B-burns. More slick? Sir? Please?”

He purrs at me. “Good boy.”

The plug comes right out, and suddenly, I’m unbelievably empty. I hadn’t expected that. I sit up, gasping, reaching for him instead of my cock.

He doesn’t reject me, not for a second. He pulls me into his arms, holds me against his magnificent chest. “I’ve got you, baby boy.” It sounds like a promise when he says it.

“Master.” I whisper the word.

He bites my ear. “I love hearing you call me that.”

The little sting makes me laugh, and I’m suddenly easy in his arms.

He alternates kisses and bites, covering my neck and making my balls ache hard all over again. All of a sudden, I realize he’s playing with my cock, that he has the plug back in it, this time sliding it smoothly into my prick.

“There we go.”

“Yes—” Okay, that is crazy different, but it doesn’t burn or otherwise hurt. That’s the important part. And it looks… foreign, but also crazy sexy, the facets of the ruby rose catching the light making it look like it’s winking at me.

“You’re doing great, baby boy.” He pats my back a few times, hands warm on my skin. “In a few minutes, we’ll put the other plug in your ass. And then I’ll spank you until your ass is a beautiful rosy red.”

“I—” It’ll be hard, to need to come so badly and not be able to. Hell, it’s hard just sitting here, hearing him say the things he does.

“Shh. Don’t stress it, boy. You only need to feel. I’m going to take care of everything else. You’ll see.”

I swear I can feel each and every ridge on his fingers as he touches me, his hands wandering up and down along my back. Just feel. I can totally do that. I’m actually pretty good at that.

My eyelids lower and I sigh, licking at his lips, relaxing with him.

“Mmm.” He opens his mouth to me, enticing my tongue in to explore, to taste and know him. He tastes so good, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He pulls me even closer and his tongue takes over, pushing into my mouth and devouring me.

His fingers are pressing into me, fucking me with a steady rhythm, taking me with an assuredness that is as sexy as it’s comforting.

He has me, all my orifices—all of me—filled by him. This is what it means to belong to him. I’m his and he’s proving it to me every second.

I cling, breathing, panting nice and slow. I’m relaxing, my arousal there but tolerable now instead of this huge monster of a thing.

“Such a good boy. You make me happy.” Kalos smiles at me. He does look happy. Not just the smile, but the expression in his eyes, the softness in the upturn of his lips. “Now is the time for that plug in your ass, hmm? Because I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you hard and deep. I want to be able to take you without breaking you so I can keep doing it.”

“I want that too. I’ll do what it takes to get there. I swear.” My ass clenches, and I wish there was a plug there already, filling me.

“I know you will—you brought your pillow, after all.”

I look into his eyes to see if he’s teasing me, but he looks totally serious. He knows what my bringing it really means.

“Hands and knees, baby boy. We’ll slip this one right in.”

“Yes, Sir.” It’s hard to leave his arms, but I know that he’ll let me back in, after.

He pats my ass when I assume the position. “Good boy.” I crave those two words from him, knowing that I’ve pleased him. Then he slides his fingers into me, slick and hot. It feels different, my cock being plugged somehow making this more. Bigger.

“Mmm…full.” And it’s pleasant. Incredibly right. I let my eyes close so I can concentrate more on how good it is.

“That you are, indeed.” He rubs my ass with his free hand, then slides his fingers away.

Again, I’m struck by how empty I feel without anything inside me. I want his fingers back. I want his cock. What presses against my hole is the cool head of the plug he’s chosen for me. I’ll take it. It’s not what I really want, but I’ll take it.

I ease myself back, swallowing hard as the thick plug opens me.

“That’s it. Take it. You know you need it. Fuck, I love watching it stretch you, knowing it’s helping to make you ready to take me. Such a gorgeous ass with its lovely little hole spreading wide for me.” His words make my belly tight with need, make me feel so wanted. He continues to push the plug into me, opening me wider and wider, going deeper and deeper.

I’m totally exposed to his sight like this, and he is panting, his voice like sandpaper on my nerves. Seeing me affects him, and that is a soothing balm to my battered self-esteem. Funny how my self-doubts are so much harder to reach for and find when I’m here.

He’s still talking as he keeps sending the plug in farther until finally it’s seated, my hole closing over the end of it. Only the base remains outside of me, hard against my ass.

I find myself moving forward, shocked as he stops me. “What…”

“Where are you going?” He chuckles again. “You have a spanking coming, baby boy, remember?”

I shake my head. It’s too much, too big to have the two plugs and a spanking on top of that. I might spontaneously combust.

“Yes, baby boy. A lovely, solid spanking because you touched yourself.”

“I didn’t mean to!” I argue. “I tried to be good.” I really did.

“I’m still spanking you.” He swats my right ass cheek, hard, proving his ability to do just that.

“Be nice.” The swat stings, and I don’t know how I feel… except that I don’t want him to stop.

“Nice has nothing to do with it, baby boy. This is about sensation. About pushing. About making you fly.” His words are accompanied by more swats, my ass burning for him. “And reminding you that your cock is mine. Your asshole is mine. You are mine.”

It’s everything I want, laid out plainly for me. I wriggle at that, though, rocking back, and I connect with his hand as it comes down again.

“That’s right. Every inch of you belongs to me.” His fingers swack the base of the plug in my hole, sharp and hard, and I clench.

He does it again, then swats my left and right ass cheeks one after the other, switching that up with more hits to the base of the plug. I can’t tell what’s coming next and it makes each swat seem far bigger than it is.

Finally, I stop trying to guess, stop trying to figure it out, and I just breathe. And it works, I breathe and each swat sends me higher, burning so good. I feel the plug in my ass shift with each hit, bumping over my gland. The one in my cock isn’t really shifting, but I can feel it. It’s enormous. I know it’s not really bigger than the one in my ass, but it feels like it is.

I curl my fingers in the sheets, balling my hands and holding on so I don’t mess up again.

Not that this spanking is a bad thing, but I don’t want to be bad—I want to be good.

“You’re coloring up so beautifully, baby. Such a gorgeous ass.”

“Burns.” I pant softly, head hanging, my lips parted. The sensations are almost too big for me. Almost.

“Just a few more,” he promises. “Then I’ll hold you.”

I nod. I’ll do anything to have that. I swear.

He swats me a half dozen more times, then rubs my ass, fingers hot, my ass even hotter, burning beneath his manipulation.

“Full. Fuck me. I need it.” I know what I want and I’m willing to beg him for it.

“Not yet, baby boy. Not yet. We’ll have you on the fucking machine tonight though.”

I don’t even know what that really is. I can’t picture it in my head. Besides, I want him fucking me, not some damned machine.

“You’re going to love it, I swear.” He leans into my side, nails scraping against me. “I’ve seen a boy on it before; it’s lovely.”

It makes me shudder, my imagination suddenly going wild.

“You’ll be lovely. I truly believe it will open your sweet little bud. I need that so you can take me.”

And I want that, I really do. More than just about anything.

He rolls me, helping me to lie on my side, then wraps around me. His crotch with its heavy rod of a cock is hard against my burning ass.

“Fuck…” I rock against him, surprised he’s hard for me again.

“I told you—as soon as you’re ready to take me, we’ll do that.” He presses kisses on my neck, his mouth just as hot as his cock.

“I want it. You. Us. Together. Like a lot.” Damn it, I sound like a moron.

“Uh-huh. That’s because you’re my baby boy and we belong together. I’m going to fill you so good, and you’re going to be so tight around me. So fucking tight.” He reaches down to fondle my cock, fingers touching the rose at my tip.

My breath catches again. “Master!”

“Yes?” Oh, butter couldn’t melt in his mouth, and he’s still touching, playing with me.

I shake my head. He’s teasing. But everything is just so big.

He chuckles and pulls the plug out by about an inch before letting it drop back down again, the rose catching and keeping it from falling all the way in.

“Oh fuck…”

He fucks me, nice and steady, driving me crazy. He’s not showing any signs of stopping, either. He just keeps going. When I finally think he’s stopping, it’s just to put more lube on the metal before starting it up again.

“Driving me crazy,” I bite out.

“Making you need hard, eh?” He sounds very pleased about that.

“Yes! Evil man.” My heart is pounding so hard. I’m lost in my need—in him.

His chuckle proves my words—so wicked. He works the plug until I’m sure I can’t take it for another second and I know I’m going to open my mouth and scream.

Then, before that can happen, he pulls the penis plug all the way out and grabs my cock, jacking hard. “Come for me, my baby boy.”

Spunk shoots from me in wild spurts, spraying between us, my entire body shaking and shuddering as the pleasure takes hold of me.

“Mmm… so good, baby boy.” He turns my head and kisses me, devouring my lips, tongue plundering my mouth. His hand keeps dragging along my cock, pulling out more drops of liquid and aftershocks of pleasure.

All I can do is to trust in him, let him touch me, and feel.

“I would empty you now, but I want you to come while on the fucking machine. I want you to come again and again as the machine fucks you for hours.”

“Shh…” I can’t even imagine this, though my hole clenches hard around the plug.

“You telling me you don’t like to hear what I’m going to do to you—have done to you? You don’t want to hear about how it’s going to turn me on to watch you, the machine’s dick pushing into your ass over and over?”

“You don’t want it to be you?” I tease, because otherwise, I have to think about what he’s saying.

“Of course I do, but if I took you now, I’d split you and that wouldn’t be fun for either of us. I want to do this right because I want to do it again and again. For now, I’ll let the machine have you and live vicariously through it.”

My cheeks are on fire, just burning. Dammit, I can’t…can’t do this. Even as I have the thought, I know it’s not true. I am going to do this because it’s his will and I would do anything he asks of me.

“You’re going to be amazing,” he tells me. “Later tonight, hmm? After a nap. You deserve it, hmmm? To relax now that I’ve taken care of your need.”

“Yes. Yes, Sir.” As he speaks, I’m growing heavier and heavier.

He kisses the back of my neck, lips soft and warm, and it’s the last thing I feel as sleep takes me.