Page 31 of Gay Sex Club Collection

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, Sub.”

Sub smiled at the praise.

“Hmm,” Sir hummed, taking Sub’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You like to please.”

“Yes, Sir. It is my duty to please you.”

Letting go of Sub’s chin, Sir walked around him, slowly, inspecting nearly every inch his body. “I can see you’re getting hard.”

“You excite me, Sir.”

“And I haven’t even touched you yet,” Sir mused, and Sub smiled at the floor. “You’re a good sub, aren’t you?”

Sub nodded. “Your pleasure is my pleasure.”

Sir smiled at that. “And you’re ready to give me pleasure?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get into position,”

Sub moved to the end of the pommel horse, his feet spread wide. He was fully hard now, his hands still behind his back.

Sir took the lube and poured a trail up Sub’s length, then smeared the entrance of the Fleshjack. “Slide your cock inside the toy,” he demanded.

Without using his hands, Sub positioned the head of his cock at the soft Fleshjack hole and with no more than a roll of his hips, he slid inside it. He bit back a moan, and Sir, who was standing beside him watching the penetration, hummed. “Does that feel good?”

He groaned louder. “Yes, Sir.”

“Bend over the pommel,” Sir instructed.

Sub slowly leaned over the cushioned top, his cock still inside the sex toy. I had the perfect view of his cock disappearing into the Fleshjack, his balls drawn up tight, and the black butt plug that breached his hole. Sub brought his arms down. He was breathing heavier now. I could just imagine the self-control it took to stay still and not to start fucking the Fleshjack.

Then, with confidence and grace, Sir kneeled on the left side first. Bending Sub’s leg, he lifted his foot and maneuvered his leg to the leather bindings. He strapped the foot in first, then another clasp over the knee. Then he fastened his hand, slightly forward, so Sub’s overall position wasn’t too different from that of a motorcycle racer.

Only his ass was exposed and ready for a fucking.

Then Sir quietly and deftly fastened the right side. Sub was firmly fixed to the pommel horse, buckled in and completely unable to move. Sir stood, admiring the artwork that was his sub on offer before him. “How does that feel, Sub?”

“Very good, Sir,” Sub said breathily.

Sir rubbed his hand in reassuring circles over Sub’s back. “You look perfect.”

Sub rolled his hips just a fraction, all that his bindings would allow, and moaned his response. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You want your reward now, don’t you?”

“If you’ll give it to me, Sir.”

Sir walked to the end of the pommel and stood behind Sub’s ass. He rubbed his hands slowly over his ass cheeks, tugging on the butt plug every other pass, rubbing over Sub’s balls and the stalk of his cock where it entered the Fleshjack. Sub moaned loudly.

“I’m going to take this out now,” he said, wiggling the butt plug. He slowly pulled it out, eliciting a high pitch sound from Sub. Sir dropped the butt plug and picked up the lube instead. “Mmm, look at you. All ready for me. You want your reward?”

“Yes, please.”

Sir stilled, then his hands fell away. “Yes, please what?”

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