Page 50 of Whirlwind

Chapter 5

Micah

Micah clenched Master Eric’s hand. It seemed to be the only thing tethering him back down to earth. His ass was filled again and again, and with each thrust he had to hold himself back from coming. He’d never felt so sensitive. Never felt so powerless, and yet so cared for and desired at the same time.

Everything else fell away. He heard nothing but Master Eric’s voice in his ear. Felt nothing except the fingers digging into his hips and the cock fucking him, all while Master Eric sweetly caressed his hair and shoulders.

His questions and doubts fell away, and he simply existed. His trust in Master Eric was implicit, and as he was pushed higher and higher into the pleasures of his own body, his focus narrowed to staving off that orgasm so he could please his Dom.

The other man using his ass was reaming him even harder and faster, if that was possible, and Micah’s small cock slid in its own small pool of lubricant against the cushioned platform. The man thrust in one final time, even more deeply, and then stilled.

Micah felt like he was shaking apart.

But he didn’t come.

He drew in a shuddering breath. Sex had never been like this. Nothing like this at all. From the first moment Master Eric had touched him, he’d been pushed further and further, impossibly far.

He locked in on Master Eric’s eyes, and the dominating warmth he found there. He knew that the Dom would give him everything he needed.

The man behind him withdrew slowly, and Micah instinctively pushed back to follow. Master Eric stilled his body with a firm hand. The beckoning flame of orgasm receded.

Then, Master Eric was whispering in his ear again, the soft puff of his breath and dark words reeling him in.

“Don’t relax too soon, sweet boy. Remember, you’re still my toy to play with, and my friends aren’t done with you yet. Master Ben has been waiting very patiently for his turn, but he’s so hard and ready for you now. He’s going to fill you up.”

Wait, was Master Ben the cis one or the trans one? Master Eric certainly didn’t talk about them any differently. “You’re going to be so good for him, aren’t you?”

This didn’t seem to need an answer, but Micah gave one anyway. “Yes, Sir.” His own voice sounded broken and needy.

The next touch that came still surprised him. Master Eric was stroking his hair, but the next set of anonymous hands behind him found an entirely different target.

Micah had spent most of his life wishing his anatomy was completely different. But he couldn’t deny that it felt good having his other hole filled. He just wanted to be acknowledged as a man while it was happening.

Thick fingers stroked the lips of his… front hole, then two were thrust inside him. The deep pleasure in his body pulled at him, but the strange incongruence of the act pulled him back a bit. Could he do this?

“Ye... yellow?”

“Yellow, Ben,” Master Eric repeated at a louder volume.

Immediately, the man behind him stopped and pulled out. Master Eric kept a hand on his shoulder, but didn’t try to caress him or apply any pressure.

Micah closed his eyes. His body was, once again, screwing everything up for him. He’d said this was what he wanted, but now he was feeling the weight of being an inexperienced trans guy worried that people would treat him like a woman.

It was almost beyond belief that tonight he was living a fantasy of being fucked by a whole group of men. Gay men, he reminded himself, or at least bisexual men. Men who were attracted to men.

The first two men who had touched him, the sub in the lacy underwear and the first Dom, had focused on his ass. Presumably something they’d done with other men before.

The guy who was touching him now, Master Ben, was either trans himself, or attracted to the trans guy. This shouldn’t be a big deal.

But his legs were spread open, and there was no denying what was—and wasn’t—between them. So far, that hadn’t given any of them pause.

Master Eric had mentioned his anatomy as a simple fact earlier, and no one had anything further to say. So probably, probably, it was totally fine.

“Talk to me, sweet boy.” When Master Eric called him sweet boy, and it sounded dirty and adoring, but not feminizing at all.

“I just, I just needed a moment. I don’t… My body isn’t how I want it.” He spoke at a whisper, his words for one man only.

Master Eric looked up. “Give us a minute, but stick around.” Micah heard soft footsteps retreating.