Hank did, gasping at the feel of the object sliding inside him. “Is—”
“No.” Maddox giggled. “Butt plug. Something to get you comfortable while I start striping your ass. I think I want to train you to get really horny from spankings. This should also help.”
Hank gasped as he worked it inside him, the widest part nearly making him wince before his body greedily sucked it up to the base. Then Hank let out a cry when the butt plug hummed to life.
Maddox giggled again. “Oh, yeah, I should have told you that’s a vibrating butt plug.” He heard the sound of a glove being stripped off.
“Motherfucker,” Hank muttered, fighting the urge to squirm. His cock throbbed, nearly painfully aching now.
“Oh, you’ll be calling me that for a different reason shortly. Scoot back. Feet on the floor.” With Maddox’s hands guiding him, Hank backed up until his feet were on the floor.
Then Maddox’s plan became apparent. Maddox wrapped a jelly cockring around Hank’s cock and balls. “That’ll help you hold it, buddy.” He patted him on the ass, and Hank didn’t need to see his husband’s face to know he wore an evil, playful grin.
Maddox disappeared for a moment. Hank felt him return even before he spoke. “We’ll start light, and I’ll work up to the heavier stuff. I won’t go full-tilt on you tonight. We can do more tomorrow night.”
Hank immediately recognized the flogger from the feel of it. True to his word, Maddox started slow, and Hank soon felt himself sinking into subspace.
There was nothing like it, that glorious haze that kicked everything else out of his mind.
The thuddy impacts were more like a massage than a beating, and when Maddox paused, Hank actually let out a disappointed moan.
Maddox chuckled. “Oh, this is just the warm-up.”
He started bare-handed spanking him, Hank wincing a little as the impacts grew in strength…before moaning when Maddox changed the setting on the vibrating butt plug and totally distracted him again.
“Yeah, that’s what I suspected.” Maddox patted him on the ass. “I’ll get your brain rewired to enjoy this, too.” He sounded smirky. Hank was almost entirely sure his husband was wearing that cocky smirk.
The one that hardened Hank’s cock.
Everydamn time.
As the play continued, Hank’s conscious devolved into nothing but the sweet spiral of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. He was used to pain on a daily basis through the course of his work. But this sweet and targeted ecstasy felt…
Amazing.
It felt far too soon before Maddox set aside his implements and removed the blindfold. “On the bed, baby. On your back.”
Hank complied, watching as Maddox pushed his thighs apart and removed the butt plug, setting it aside on the towel. “Time to claim what’s mine,” he said.
A shiver washed through him. “Please!”
Maddox smiled. “No going back.”
“Like I’d ever want to. Fuck my brains out before my balls explode, Sir. Please!”
“Oh, yeah. That.” Maddox giggled as he removed the cockring from Hank. Then he sheathed his cock in a condom, added lube, and nudged into position.
“Eyes on me,” he said as he stared into Hank’s gaze.
Hank gasped as he felt Maddox’s cock press against his rim and slowly penetrate him. He took his time, forward and back, a little deeper with each thrust. Until, finally, Hank felt Maddox’s thighs pressing against him.
He leaned in and kissed Hank. “Love you so fucking much,” he said.
Hank draped his arms and legs around him. “Love you, too, Sir, but please fuck me!”
Maddox reached between them with one hand and slowly stroked Hank’s cock as he fucked him. “Want to feel you milk it from me, baby,” Maddox told him. “Give it to me.”
This felt…weird and amazing and beyond any effective descriptor he had. To know Maddox wasinsidehim, owning him in a way no one had ever claimed him before.
