Page 49 of Whirlwind

Chapter 4

Eric

Eric ran his hands down the sweet boy’s back one more time. They weren’t using the harness tonight, but just feeling it there was already giving him ideas for next time. With the boy’s enthusiastic responsiveness, there would definitely be a next time if he had anything to say about it.

Taylor was moaning into the boy’s ass, and Eric wanted in there, too. “You got him nice and loose for us?”

The question was rhetorical, meant mostly to keep the scene together and drive his sweet boy crazy. The sob he’d given when Eric had told him he couldn’t come was one he’d be reliving in his daydreams for a while.

Eric slid his hands down the crack that Taylor was holding open for him and slipped a finger inside the tight hole under Taylor’s tongue. Taylor kept licking and sucking away, bathing his finger and making the space impossibly wet and tight.

Eric felt around for the boy’s prostate, wanting to hear his ragged cries. Then, he remembered he didn’t have one. He’d been keeping all the bigger differences in mind, but forgotten this smaller one.

Well, Micah’s enthusiasm suggested he was still enjoying every bit of it. Eric had told him to keep still, but the best he could do was reduce his thrusting movements to quivering muscles and tight jerks. Eric loved seeing the strain in his body, that urge to give in to every sensation battling the desire to follow Eric’s command.

He tugged at the boy’s rim, his other palm pressing into the boys back so that he could feel every jerk and quiver of muscle. He guessed from the boy’s gasp that he felt a sting, but the infinitesimal thrusts of his hips said he was yearning for it.

He pressed in another finger and felt Micah’s sphincter tighten against the next thrust of Taylor’s tongue before starting to relax.

“Good boy. So good for me.” Then, he turned to his friends. Parker and Ben were watching Micah avidly, their arousal apparent. Julio, of course, had eyes only for Taylor.

“He’s ready,” he announced. “Oh, you’re going to want this tight hole.”

Micah shuddered beneath his hand.

Eric made eye contact with Parker, who took a step forward. Hopefully starting with Parker would help Micah realize that he was accepted.

Julio called out to Taylor, who drew away from Micah to kneel at his feet. Julio bent to whisper to his sub, then stood. He drew the toe of his booted foot slowly up the seam of Taylor’s lace panties.

Eric smiled. There was a good chance they wouldn’t stick around for the rest of the scene, but he could hardly blame them.

Parker unlaced his leather pants, revealing a black, silicone cock and just the hint of a black, leather harness.

Eric picked up the lube that one of the others had brought over at some point and squirted it onto his fingers. He thrust into Micah’s tight ring, feeling the boy fight against pressing back into him. If the boy was already this worked up, he couldn’t imagine what he was going to sound like by the end of the evening.

He felt around again for the prostate that wasn’t there, then corrected to just push in and out, adding a third finger and more lube when he was ready.

Parker had suited up even though it certainly wasn’t necessary, and there was something right about that, too. His thick cock looked heavy and hard.

Eric didn’t feel any attraction to Parker, but in the scene it was hot. He knew that Ben wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off him, but that wasn’t his focus right now.

Eric withdrew his fingers, grabbed a thick towel, and wiped his hand on one corner. He turned the corner inward and carefully dropped the folded towel to the floor by Micah’s head.

Others might have thought it odd for a Dom to kneel, but he wanted to be right there with the boy all the way. He wanted to own every thought in his head and every sound that came out of his mouth.

He lowered his knees to the folded towel, gave a nod to Parker, and then leaned forward to whisper into his boy’s ear. “Master Parker’s fat cock is so hungry for you, sweet boy. He’s been watching you take that spanking like a good boy. Now he’s so hard for you.”

Micah’s eyes were open now, staring up at him in awe. He stroked the boy’s hair gently, a soft counterpoint to the hard fucking that was about to occur.

He sucked on the boy’s lips without pressing inside. Micah’s head was resting on the platform at a right angle to his own, making his mouth all the more accessible.

He felt it, the moment that Parker pushed inside. Micah gasped, and he pushed his tongue inside, mirroring the movement. Parker was gripping the boy’s hips, setting up a rapid rhythm. He returned to the boy’s ear, whispering dirty things.

Micah moaned and gasped beneath him, his fingers clenching and opening on the arm rests. Eric kept his caresses intentionally soft, both as a reminder that he would keep the boy safe and to contrast the rough handling Parker was giving him. He wanted his senses overloaded.

Micah’s breaths were getting shallower and faster, and his eyes cast around wildly, looking for something to cling to. Eric moved back just far enough to meet his eyes. “You may not come, boy. You don’t come until I say.”

He kept one hand on the boy’s head, stroking gently, and slid the other into the boy’s hand. Micah immediately grabbed onto it, his grip tight. Parker was jerking him around like a rag doll, pistoning in and out of him at a reckless pace.

“Master Eric, please. Please.” His begging was even sweeter than the rest of him.

“When you’ve taken everything I want you to take, then you can come. You can do this, boy.”

Micah’s eyelids fluttered closed. Every muscle in his body was tight and trembling, and Eric watched him fly away. As far as he could tell, though, he still hadn’t come.

He whispered into his ear. “Good boy. So good for me.”