Page 53 of Whirlwind

Master Eric alternated between biting his neck and earlobe, and commanding him not to come in that sexy-as-sin voice.

He heard a strangled yell. The man behind him thrust in a few more times, then collapsed on his back. They were skin to skin now, but that did nothing to disrupt his connection with Master Eric.

They all waited a beat, then the man gave him a gentle caress down his back, stood up, and pulled out.

Micah whimpered. He felt so empty inside, now.

The urge to come, the urge to have everything more and faster, left him edgy and desperate. It was more than an itch. It burned in him like a fire.

“Master Eric, please?”

The Dom looked away, focusing on someone behind him. Then his face lit with a satisfied smirk. Micah both loved and hated the idea of someone else fucking him, prolonging the delicious torture before Master Eric would let him come.

Master Eric bent over his ear again. God, that voice alone could get him off.

“Oh, sweet boy. It is your lucky night. Master Julio wants Taylor to fuck you. He’ll be fucking his boy, while his boy fucks you. He’ll be controlling his boy, using him to fill you up.

“And you should see Taylor’s cock, sweet boy. He’s going to be so thick inside you. He’s going to destroy you. And you know, he’s not allowed to come either, so that monster cock might be abusing your tight little hole for a very long time.”

Micah moaned, his thoughts whirling. The idea of being pushed like that, stretched and forced beyond his limits, should have been frightening but instead he craved it.

He wanted that burn. He wanted to be destroyed for Master Eric, devastated by the huge schlong of that giant sub who’d be holding back his orgasm, too.

He could picture it in his head, exactly what they’d look like, the desperation in the sub’s face mirroring his own.

“That’s right, boy. You like the idea of that monster cock burning inside you, don’t you? You want Master Julio to use you to treat his boy.”

Micah was panting hard, now. “Yes, Sir.”

Micah felt hands on his ass, slipping into his crack. He shuddered.

He felt a weight over him, and then the pressure of two arms just below his ribs. It must be the sub, Taylor, leaning over him. They’d both be locked into place, him by the straps, and Taylor by Master Julio’s command.

Which meant that the fingers plunging into his needy asshole were Master Julio’s. And by the sounds Taylor was making, it sounded like he was touching him somehow, too.

He envisioned Master Julio stroking the other sub’s cock, teasing them both with the nearness of his hole without letting them complete the action.

Master Eric was still whispering in his ear. “I hope you’re ready, boy. Master Julio’s got him so hard. He’s going to wreck you.”

Master Eric’s hand moved smoothly down his back, over his hip, and then under his leg. Then the Dom’s hands were on his small cock, stroking it expertly and sending flames rushing through him. “Bear down, boy.”

Micah tried to open and push, as he’d been instructed, but it was too much. Taylor’s cock was too big, and it burned. Tears sprang to his eyes, but the pressure didn’t stop. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to stop it.

But then Master Eric was taking his mouth, owning his lips while he stroked his small cock. Taylor was slowly being pushed deeper and deeper inside him and it hurt, it hurt. Too much to even enjoy the kiss or remember that Master Eric was finally stroking him.

The burn only continued, and he could do nothing but endure it. Just take it because Master Eric wanted him to.

And it was that thought that transformed the blossom of pain, sliding sideways past discomfort into intense pleasure. It was almost like the spankings. Master Eric was giving him the gift of this beautiful, awful intensity.

He whimpered and clawed desperately at the air where his wrists were securely tied. As the Dom had predicted, this giant cock was destroying him, and it was only pushing him higher.

Master Eric drew back from his mouth, and he sucked in frantic breaths.

“So good. So good for me, boy.”

He thought he nodded, but he couldn’t be sure. The slight movement pushed him even further back onto that monster cock. It was impossible and exquisite.

He could feel Taylor’s breath at the top of his back, but the sub didn’t press their bodies any closer together. Whatever position he was in, probably holding the edges of the table with his elbows locked, he was trapped as neatly as Micah. The idea made Micah’s heart race faster.