Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER SIX

I’m excited. My boy is going to be on the fucking machine. I can’t wait to watch that, to watch him taking it and imagining it’s me taking him. Soon enough it will be. This is just one step toward that.

I’ve got Don and Matt lined up to help. Their masters have agreed to let them keep my boy lubricated and the machine running. I think they’re having a drink or two together while they wait for their boys’ part in this to be done. I know Steve doesn’t want anyone else to watch, so I’ve asked them to stay away.

This is for my eyes and my eyes only. While Don and Matt will be there helping, it won’t be for titillation on their part.

The machine is set up on a dais when we arrive, and it’s a work of art—a rolling and lockable table, a pistoning arm that takes dildos, and then there are the chains. So pretty. He’s going to look stunning stretched out on the table, chains holding him in place, the machine pushing fake cocks into him over and over. I can’t wait for him to see it. Or for the other boys to oil him up. Make him even more beautiful for me. It’ll enhance all the things I love about him.

I get a text—the room is ready for us, and so are the boys. I send back a text, letting them know we’re on the way. Then I go over to where my boy sleeps and I sit on the bed next to him. I touch his cheek lightly.

“Mmm…Master.” He sighs and snuggles in deep.

How much do I love that that is his automatic response. Asleep, he recognizes who I am immediately. “Yes, boy. Time to wake up now though.” I lean in and kiss him.

“Mm…come to bed.” He tries to draw me in.

“Later we can sleep together. I have the fucking machine all set up. It’s time to stretch you more with a bigger dildo. It’ll be close to being fucked by me. Doesn’t that sound amazing?”

“I—You’ll be with me? You’ll stay?”

“Are you kidding? I’m not going to miss a second of it.” I am going to masturbate to the sight of my boy, let my come bathe his sexy body as the machine pounds him.

“I-I’m nervous. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely. Your feelings are always valid, Steve. And I’m glad that you trust me enough to tell me.” I kiss him again. “You’ll love it, though, I’m sure. It’s sexy and undeniable, and it’ll stretch your ass out for my cock.” I stroke myself, reminding him why we’re doing this. “Come with me, baby boy. The other boys want to oil you up, make you shine.”

His eyes flash up to mine, and I stroke his back, his ass.

“Don and Matt—your friends. And they won’t be watching you; they’ll be helping you. No one else will be there. I will be the only one watching. And I will be watching, boy. Watching. Admiring. Getting off on you.”

“Thank you.” He snuggles right into me. My sweet, needy baby boy. I can get used to this. I plan to get used to it.

I hold him close for a moment, but not that long as the room is ready for us and the other boys are waiting on us. So I kiss the top of his head before standing.

“Come on. Time to go.”

He nods, letting me get him up, lead him from my rooms to the stage with the spotlights. Nice and warm for my boy.

Don and Matt are there, sitting quietly and waiting for us like the good boys they are. I imagine they both have experience with the fucking machine, so they’ll be good guides for my boy.

“Hey, man. No stress, right? I mean, seriously. This is going to be intense, but hot as hell.” Matt nods to Steve, smiles. “All you have to do is breathe.”

Don grins. “Yeah. It’s just what you need.”

I push him gently toward the stage. “Let them help you, baby boy.”

“I’m trying. I swear I am.” His smile is tentative and a little scared, but he goes, head held high.

“You’ve got this,” I tell him. “You’re going to shine for me.” And I can’t wait.

“Do you want him oiled or bound first, Sir?” Matt asks, with a tickled little grin.

“Mmm. Let’s go with the oiling first. That way he can move around so I don’t miss a moment.” I settle in the chair with the best view, I’m not going to miss a second of this. My gaze never leaves my boy.

“You did this?” he asks, and the other two nod.

“You’re going to love it. It’s going to blow your mind,” Matt assures him.

“Take a few deep breaths, baby boy. I want you relaxed enough to enjoy it.” It isn’t just for my pleasure and to open him up—he should get off on it too.

He meets my eyes, holding them, and he breathes, filling his lungs. Good boy. I give him a smile and a nod. That’s it. He’s calming down. He’ll be able to focus on enjoying this. And even if he can’t, I’m right here. Waiting for him.

I nod to the boys to begin.

They grab the oil and dip their hands in and oil Steve up, his skin gleaming wherever they touch. He twists in their touches, his need so delicious, so obvious.

Their fingers slide across his nipples and he hisses. His nips have grown hard, easy to see as they shine in the light, all oiled up for me now. I groan and my hand drops to my crotch. I just rest my hand over my package for now. I don’t want to shoot too soon.

“Do you want us to keep going, Sir?” Matt asks.

“Fuck yes.” I nod as well. I want the whole show, Steve’s entire body glistening with oil, shining for me. “I’ll tell you when he’s oiled up enough.”

“Yes, Sir. We’re on it.” Don’s grin is utterly wicked.

These boys are so fulfilled and happy in their skin; they’ve found what they need here, and I know that Steve has as well. I can give him exactly what he needs. He’s starting to accept that, to admit that he needs it. Soon he will be in the same headspace as the others, reveling in his joy, in his pleasure.

“You shine, boy,” I tell him, offering him praise to help his nerves.

“I’m slick…”

Matt whispers something in my boy’s ear that makes him blush almost purple. Then they bend him over the bench, legs spread, so they can slick his hole.

I moan again. I have the best view, and that right there is exactly where I want to be. I can barely stand to wait until he is stretched enough to take me. After tonight, though, he should be ready for me.

“Sir, which view do you want, or should we have the stage spin slowly?”

“Yes, that one.” That way I’ll have every view in front of me. I lick my lips, my eagerness a palpable thing.

“It won’t spin fast—you won’t even notice, okay?” Matt eases a slick dildo into him, a tiny one the size of a finger. This way my boy can be oiled inside without anyone but me actually touching him inside. “I’m getting you really wet. This is about a huge stretch. It won’t hurt.”

“Okay. Thanks, man.”

His voice doesn’t waiver and he doesn’t seem overly self-conscious about his friends being here to help him do this. Good. His focus is on why we’re doing this, and on me.

“You’re amazing, boy. So hot. So sexy. I want you.” I keep saying it because he needs to hear it until he knows it in his bones.

“I want you. Please. I want you so much.” He looks over at me and starts to move, to reach for me. It’s time to bind him.

“I think the chains are needed now, guys. My boy should be able to fight and reach as much as he likes.” I blow him a kiss, let him feel the heat of my gaze.

“Yes, Sir.”

Steve is settled on his belly on a small platform, legs chained wide apart, arms chained in front of him, belly trapped against the bench. His cock and balls are exposed and heavy where they dangle, his hole is open to my gaze.

“Sir, do you want his cock bound? Caged? Left free?”

“Left free—I want you to be able to come until you’re empty, baby boy.” I’m not going to keep him from coming this time around. Next time we use the machine, he’ll be wearing a cage.

The boys nod, then bring me a case of dildos—varying from large to gargantuan, from ribbed to balled to curved. “If you would, Sir.”

“We’ll start with this one.” It’s still a little smaller than I am, ribbed, and about where he should be in order to take me next. “Carefully to start with. You’ll have to ease it in gradually. Then pick up speed once he’s stretched.”

“Yes, Sir.” Matt screws the dildo onto the machine’s pole, then slicks it generously before holding the tip to my boy’s hole.

“Stay relaxed, baby boy. It’ll be easier that way.” I don’t want him to be traumatized. I want this to be amazing for him.

Don rubs Steve’s back as Matt eases the tip in, then starts the machine, nice and slow. Steve groans loudly as the huge dildo works to spread his hole. I know it won’t go in very far before it backs off again. The guys will make sure it doesn’t fill Steve too quickly.

I lick my lips and start moving my hand on my cock. I don’t get too much sensation yet with the leather holding it back, but then I don’t want to go off too quickly either.

They make sure he is well lubed, and that the dildo moves in deeper with slow, steady motions. It’s beautiful, the peace on his face. My boy is a serious size queen, and that suits me to the bone. To my very sizeable bone… I undo the buttons on my leathers and let the bone in question loose. Wrapping my hand around myself, I stroke, my gaze glued to my boy.

“Sir,” Matt comes over and whispers to me, once the dildo is seated. “Do you want faster or a bigger cock?”

“Faster. And then bigger. I’m ready for this to last all night long.” I keep stroking, my focus still on my boy.

“Faster,” Matt calls, “and ease him closer so it goes deeper.”

“Thank you, Matt. I’m going to be letting both your masters know how much help you’ve been.” But not at the moment. At the moment, I’m busy. Very busy.

“Thank you, Sir. We’re happy to help.”

I imagine so. They will be well rewarded.

And I know, while the boys are encouraged to bring in others, Matt especially has been very caring of Steve, leading him back to me when Steve has been spiraling out in the world.

Steve moans loudly, and my focus immediately sharpens back to him. The current dildo is going in all the way over and over again.

The machine can spread him for hours, can take him until he is blind with need and desire.

I speed my hand on my cock, eager to come while watching him—the first of many orgasms, I’m sure. He’s absolutely intoxicating to watch.

His cheeks are pink, his lips are parted, and he’s sweating now, the beads of liquid adding to the sheen the oil had given his body.

I wonder if he’d like to be filled from both ends. I would love nothing more than to come down his throat. That thought makes my ass tighten, my balls ache. Fuck me, that’s a lovely thought.

I stand up and shuck my leathers completely. “Stop the table from spinning.”

“Yes, Sir.” Matt stops the table immediately, and my boy looks toward me.

I heft my cock and give him my wickedest grin. “You want a piece of me, boy?”

“Yes, Master. Yes, please. Please.” Oh, he begs so prettily.

“Good boy.” I step in closer and paint his lips with my pre-come. I nod to Don. “Faster.” Then turn my attention back to my boy’s mouth.

He opens up for me, taking in my cockhead and sucking me good and hard, pulling at my cock like a fiend. He needs even better than he begs. I slide one hand behind his head, holding him right where I want him as I start a nice, slow thrusting, giving it to him from both ends. The look in his eyes is amazing.

I don’t match the rhythm of the dildo. I make him submit, take what I’m giving him. What the machine is giving him. I want him to know only me and the machine, which is in him at my behest.

“That’s it, boy. Take it. Take me as deep as you can.”

He swallows in answer, head bobbing.

My eyes roll back in my head at the sensations his actions add to the pleasure around my cock. I want to last as long as I can so it’s good for him, but it feels so very good to be fucking his mouth while I watch the machine take his ass. It’s too good.

He’s taking every inch of the dildo, and I’m watching it disappear, the machine pistoning. It’s fucking sexy—he’s fucking sexy. Sexy fucking. Groaning, I push in deeper, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat. I’m so close now.

He convulses, the scent of his seed on the floor heady.

That’s for me. Every drop spilled for me, because of me. I put my head back and roar as I come, too, shooting in pulses down his throat.

He takes me down, groaning and sobbing around me, and my eyes cross. I stroke his hair and jerk my head at the boys. Good lads, they fiddle with the machine and it slows gradually. Time for Steve to have a breather and then to put the very last dildo on that he needs before taking me.

He moans, his body trembling, staring at me as my cock still spreads his lips wide.

I slowly pull my prick from his mouth, leaving his lips red and swollen. I cup his face and trace his lower lip with my thumb. “Beautiful boy.”

“Are we done?” He sucks on my thumb, so gentle.

“No. We’re going to put a bigger dildo on and stretch you some more. The one after this one will be me.” I watch him closely for his reaction to that.

“Promise? After this, you’ll have me.”

Holding his gaze, so he can see my happiness and sincerity, I nod. “After this, I will have you. And you will take my knot.”

“Yes, Master. I’ll do what I need to.”

“I know you will. You prove your need and your care at every occasion.” And it makes me love him—yes love him—all the more. I bend and kiss him hard, letting our mouths slide together. It’s already been wonderful, and it’s only going to get better.