Page 32 of Gay Sex Club Collection

“Sir. Yes, please, Sir,” Sub amended quickly.

“Mmm, that’s better,” Sir said, relaxing again. He poured a liberal amount of lube over Sub’s crack, letting it run into his stretched and ready hole. Sir stripped out of his jeans and slicked his bare cock with lube, then stood behind Sub. I double checked the scene specs. It was definitely bareback: no condom required, internal come.

My favorite.

Sir tapped his cock against the hole. “Is this your reward?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sub whimpered. “Please, Sir.”

Sir pushed into him, his thick cock sinking deep in one long thrust. Sub cried out, not in pain but in pleasure. “Oh, fuck!”

Completely at the mercy of the man behind him, Sub was lost in the sensation of having his cock buried in a sex toy, while a cock was buried in him. It was a dual pleasure—one I knew well—of topping and bottoming at the same time.

There wasn’t a feeling quite like it.

I could only imagine what it felt like being bound, tied down, as well. Every sense of touch was concentrated where it mattered most. Sub’s body was restrained for maximum pleasure, and Sir gave it to him. Sir’s cock slid in and out faster now, forcing Sub to fuck the Fleshjack with every thrust, and it wasn’t long before Sub cried out as he came.

Sir stilled inside him, buried to the hilt, while Sub rode out his orgasm.

“That’s it,” Sir groaned. “I can feel your ass sucking my cock when you come.”

Then he continued to fuck him. He never let him come down, he only took him higher. Sub cried out, his cock still sliding in and out of the Fleshjack as his ass was pounded.

Sir fucked him harder. “You like to come with a cock in your ass, don’t you sub. Like a good little slut.” He let his head fall back and he widened his stance, which changed the angle of how he fucked his sub. Sub was moaning non-stop now, each thrust seemed to elicit a new sound from him. Sir gripped Sub’s hips for leverage and just kept fucking him.

“You want to come again, don’t you Sub?” Sir panted.

“Yes, Sir. I can’t help it. You feel so good,” Sub’s voice was jerked in time with Sir’s thrusts.

“Well, I’m gonna bury a load deep inside you. Is that your reward?”

“Yes, Sir. Please, give it to me, Sir.”

“You’re not ready yet,” Sir said. “You’ll come again before I give it to you, you hear?”

“Oh God, yes. Sir.”

Sir leaned over Sub then, so his chest was almost pressed against Sub’s back, changing the angle his cock was buried inside him again. It was a different moan now, deep and rolling, like thunder. Sir gripped a different set of leather hand-holds on the pommel horse, making his shoulder and bicep muscles bulge and flex as he fucked him.

Sub gasped and let out a grated scream, and he came for the second time. This time Sir stopped; though he still had his cock in Sub’s ass, he let him ride this one out. Sir let go of the leather hand-holds and stood to full height. He rubbed circles on Sub’s back, and it was easy to tell that Sub was spent. Even though he was restrained, he was pliable now, his muscles completely relaxed. His softening cock slipped out of the Fleshjack, and a pearlescent string of cum dripped from the head.

“Now you’re ready,” Sir said. “Now you’re ready for my seed, aren’t you, Sub? When you give your body so completely, that’s when you get your reward.”

Sub could only moan.

Sir gripped his hips and fucked him, faster and without rhythm. He let his head fall back again. “Oh, you’re a good slut,” he said. “You’re so warm and tight. My cock was made for your ass. You like your ass full of my cock, don’t you sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” Sub moaned. “Feels so good.”

“You want your ass full of cum?”

“Yes. Please.”

Sir thrust in sharply and cried out, his whole body flexing as he came. Sub moaned gratefully as Sir emptied his cock inside him.

It took a moment for him to come down from his orgasm high, but eventually, reluctantly, pulled out of Sub. Sub’s ass gaped open a little before a trail of cum dripped out of him. Sir rubbed a hand on Sub’s back, slow methodic circles, before he undid the clasps that tethered Sub to the pommel horse.

Then he maneuvered Sub’s legs so his toes could touch the floor. He massaged the muscles in his legs. “Stand up for me, please?” It was still an authoritarian voice, but softer.

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