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“You’re going to fuck Finn. He’s beendyingto have you inside him.”

“A-are you going to fuck me, sir?” he asked in beautiful innocence.

“Not yet, but Iamgoing to play with your ass as you’re fucking Finn to get you used to having something inside you. I’ve got the perfect toy. Would you like that?”

Ryder swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before nodding. “Yes, I’d really like that, sir.”

“Does that sound pleasing to you, Precious?” I asked Finn.

Finn ran a hand across his abs and up to one of his nipples, pinching it, and his other hand cupped his cock, thrusting into it. “God, I want that more than anything, Daddy.”

“Look at him, Sweet Boy. Look how turned on Finn is for you.” I maneuvered his head to watch Finn play with his cock and pinch his nipples. My free hand fisted Ryder’s length, but I didn’t stroke him. It was hot and pulsed in my palm. “He’s dying for you to fuck him.”

“I need that,” he whispered, so lost in Finn, he forgot to say ‘sir,’ but I said nothing, loving his heated reactions.

I let go of him and grabbed the bottle of lube, handing it to him. “Get him lubed up. First, you’ll oil his cock so he can come as you’re inside him. Then work your fingers inside him up to the third knuckle to find his prostate. Your fingers will feel a small, spongy mass. Since he’s on his back, you will need to turn your fingers upward. Play with it. Massage it. Milk it. Get our boy so hot and eager for you.”

Ryder nodded, poured a generous amount of lube into his hands, and rubbed them together. First, he fisted Finn’s length and gave him a few pulls. Finn’s eyes closed, and his back arched. He was always stunning to watch when aroused. He had given all of his body to me, and now he was giving it to Ryder.

Finn pulled back his legs to expose his hole so Ryder had easy access. He inserted a finger, feeling around as I’d suggested. I knew the moment he hit Finn’s prostate. He gasped and threw his head back, the fingering pushing out beads of pre-cum, glistening and sticking to his abs.

As Ryder pumped his finger and massaged Finn’s hot button, he bent over and swiped his tongue over Finn’s abs to lick up the pre-cum, uncaring about the lube.

Jesus.Ryder kept surprising me at every turn.

He was made for this, and I doubted he realized how sexy he really was.

As he attended to Finn, I explored Ryder’s ass with my hand and fingers, touching the globes, his taint, and his hole. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to get in there, but he wasn’t ready to handle me yet. But sometimes it was more fun teasing and sexually tormenting your partner to the point you had them nearly drooling and writhing, their eyes rolling into their head, desperate to come, but they held back because you ordered them to.

“Now insert three fingers, Sweet Boy. Stretch our Finn out. He doesn’t need it as much as you do, but this is also foreplay for all of us.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pulled out his finger and pushed in three, working in and out, opening Finn up, though I already knew he could handle Ryder’s cock.

After a few minutes, I told him to stop, and he wiped his hands on the cloth underneath Finn.

I poured some lube into my hands and slathered his length, tugging and pulling on him to push him close, but not enough to get him to come.

His fingers dug into my shoulder as he panted. Because he was so responsive, I worried he would come too fast, but we could try again later tonight. We had time. And then I’d get the pleasure of punishing him, too.

I let go of his cock and whispered in his ear, “When you fuck Finn, do not come. Is that understood? You’re only allowed to come when I tell you to.”

“I’ll… try, sir.”

“If you fail, I’ll punish you with the paddle.”

He looked at me with wide hazel eyes and visibly swallowed again. “Yes, sir.”

“If you feel like you’re close to climaxing, I want you to pull out or stop thrusting.”

He nodded as he sat on his knees between Finn’s legs, who still had them pulled back. Ryder held his shaft and aimed the head at Finn’s hole.

“You don’t have to be gentle with Finn. He can take you.”

Ryder said nothing as he sank himself all the way inside to the root. Finn’s eyes rolled into his head, and he arched his back as he groaned, and Ryder groaned along with him.

“Fuck, fuck… I knew it’d be tight, but not by how much.”

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