Page 56 of Whirlwind

Wherever they were going now, it was going to be a long night for the burly sub. It was beautiful to watch.

But not as beautiful as his own sweet sub, who was happily bathing his cock. Eric looked down at his debauched boy, feeling again that sense of impossible connection. Mine. My boy.

Eric reluctantly pulled out and Micah whimpered.

He’d originally planned on fucking the boy. But after orchestrating the rest of the evening, that didn’t seem special enough. He surprised himself by wanting something more… intimate.

“Micah? Sweet boy?”

Micah blinked up at him with heavily lidded eyes. He was at that perfect point of relaxed in submission and tense with arousal.

“I’m going to release your straps and turn you on your back. Then I’ll restrain you again.”

Micah nodded. Keeping one or both hands on the sub’s body, Eric quickly released all the straps and gave each ankle and wrist a short massage. Parker and Ben had disappeared somewhere. Which was just as well because he wanted his boy all to himself right now.

“I’ll move you where I want you,” he explained, before lifting and turning his boy on the narrow table.

The harness that his boy wore had pressed into his chest, leaving a red imprint slightly above where the metal ring rested now. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to wait until their next encounter after all. He freed one of the arm straps from the table.

With another gentle rub on his boy’s wrists, he brought them together. Then, he ran the strap through the ring and around both wrists. The strap wasn’t at a great angle or tight enough to offer much resistance, but this was more about mental bondage than physical. He wanted his boy to feel secure.

He kissed Micah gently on the lips. “You’re gorgeous, sweet boy.”

Then he bent to secure his legs. The bench wasn’t ideal for this, but with the bottom of his sub’s feet resting where his shins had been before, he could restrain his ankles, even if his knees were free.

With his boy fully secured, he took a moment to enjoy his body. He ran his hands over his tense, jumping leg muscles, his soft and delicious belly, and his mouth-wateringly muscular shoulders.

He swept his hands back down, twisting his boy’s taut nipples. He stroked along his belly and then his thighs, zeroing in on the space between his legs.

His boy was neatly trimmed, revealing everything to his gaze.

His cock was about the size of Eric’s pinky finger. He could make out the hard shaft, and the distinct, pointed head. It was attached on the underside, though, and beneath it lay a whorl of soft, purple flesh in delicate folds.

Eric took a moment to just look. Alright, this was actually different from the other trans guy he’d been with.

He supposed the other guy must have had surgery to remove some parts and release his dick so it could stand up, but Micah was intact.

All his original parts were still there, but the part that would have been a clit was enlarged substantially into what was clearly a cock. Not that Eric knew a lot about clits to begin with.

Eric hesitated. He wanted to make his boy feel good, but he just wasn’t sure he knew enough not to mess it up. The fucking and unseen groping had been much easier.

“Sir?”

He saw the fear and worry in his sub’s eyes. Dammit. He’d spent too long looking. He needed to turn things around quickly. “You’re perfect, sweet boy. I love seeing you hard for me like this.” He bent to kiss his hip, then straightened again.

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“Not to come, Sir.” The wariness was still there, but repeating the command was already helping him sink back into his role.

“That’s right.” He ran his finger down the front of his boy’s shaft. The skin had a different texture from the penises he was used to—a bit softer and not quite as smooth. It was like it was buried under an extra layer of flesh. His boy shivered. “Whose cock is this?” he demanded.

“Yours? Sir?” So uncertain. So eager.

“Is that a question or a statement? Say it.”

“It’s yours, Sir. Your cock.”

“That’s right, sweet boy. Mine to enjoy. Mine to control.” He stroked it more firmly with two fingers and thumb, concentrating on the exposed top side.