Page 45 of Milked

“Feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

He simply nodded, chewing on his bottom lip.

“How are you doing, Precious?” I asked Finn.

“So good, Daddy. Ryder’s cock fits perfectly.”

“Thrust slowly, Sweet Boy,” I ordered Ryder.

He pulled out and sunk back in, taking his time, obeying my every command as he was meant to. As he slowly thrust, Finn wrapped his legs around Ryder’s hips, essentially holding him there so I could play with Ryder’s ass.

I dug around in my bag, pulled out the toy I wanted to try on him, and held it in front of his face. “We’re going to use these anal beads tonight. See how small they are at the top, then they gradually get larger as you get used to the stretch. These are perfect for beginners, though cocks don’t taper quite like that, but they’re very flexible. This is just to start you out. If you take them well, I have this electric massager.” I showed him the long wand with the tilted head to reach the prostate. It wasn’t overly thick, but I wanted him to feel the pleasure it was to have the prostate massaged and milked as he fucked Finn.

His breath came in pants as he nodded.

“Ryder…” I warned.

“Oh… yes, sir.”

I slathered the beads in lube and slicked up his hole as well before I worked the tip of the toy into him. “When you start to feel the burn, bear down on the toy and keep your muscles loose.”

Ryder stopped pumping altogether as the beads went deeper and deeper into him.

“How do you feel, Sweet Boy?” I asked.

“Good. Weird, but I… like them.”

Just watching Ryder take the beads so easily and seeing his cock in Finn heated my body. It flushed with need, and my cock pulsed as if seeking friction, but I had it well-trained.

“Look at you… You took them all the way with ease. I can’t wait to get in that hole of yours.”

I fingered around the puckered muscle, feeling tight with the last thick bead in place before slipping my finger into the ring; not to pull out, but to play with him as he fucked Finn.

Perhaps next time, it would be my cock instead of the beads in him as he fucked my Finn. Or hell, have us both fucking Finn while having Ryder’s cock slide against mine.

I shuddered at the thought, filled with desperate want, but I got my body back under control.

I tugged a bead out and popped it back in, pulling a low whimper from Ryder, who was bent forward, resting his head on Finn’s shoulder as Finn danced his fingers across his back.

“Do you like that, Rye-baby?” he asked. “You like having your ass played with?”

“Mhmm… so much. I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think it would feel this good?”

“Yeah…” he breathed. “It’s… a lot… Me inside you, the beads…”

“Feel it all,” Finn said. “Let the pleasure consume you.”

I huffed a quiet laugh. This had originally started to bring more pleasure to Finn’s and my life. Yet here we were, focusing mostly on Ryder’s pleasure instead. I was quite all right with that, and so was Finn, apparently.

“Fuck our Precious, Ryder.”

He pushed himself up on his hands and pumped a bit faster. When he thrust back in, I tugged on the beads, pulling the largest one out before pushing it back in.

“Can you take more, Sweet Boy? Or are you about to come?”

“Uhm… I’m close.”

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