Page 43 of Bulls and Their Boy


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“You did. Now it’s our turn.”

“Y’all are mad at me, but gonna make me feel good?”

I laughed at him darkly as I got his ankles cuffed onto the spreader bar. “No, sweetheart, we’re gonna make ourselves feel good, using your body. You can only come when we tell you, and if you do it without permission, well, you won’t come again for at least a month.”

“A month! Are ya crazy?”

“Cover his mouth,” I told Damon, already exasperated.

One big hand covered Joel’s mouth and had the added benefit of pushing him to the bed. I moved over the top of him, staring down as viciously as I could manage. “There. Pretty boys should be seen and not heard.”

Another whimper and I closed my eyes to absorb it. I took in that bit of sound, letting it heat my blood, feed my inner and outer dominant. I opened my eyes to see him staring up at me, hand still over his mouth, waiting…

“Damon, give me a condom, please.”

“Sure thing,” he grunted, laughter coloring it. He grabbed a condom and while I was getting it on, watching Joel’s eyes move to my engorged cock, Damon handed me the lube.

I didn’t take my eyes off Joel. Not getting the condom on my dick, not when I slicked myself with the lube. He continued to look back with a mixture of heat and awe and didn’t try to speak again when Damon moved his hand.

“Red, Joel. If anything, we do gets to be too much, you shout red and we stop. Got it?”

He nodded like crazy but didn’t say a thing.

“Repeat the fucking word, Joel and tell me if you understand.”

“Yessir! I understand!”

“Good. We’ll begin again.”

Damon held the spreader bar for me, high, almost doubling Joel in two so I could get there, to that hole I’d wanted since first meeting the guy at Noah’s.

I got my dick lined with it, the pink, puckering hole that had ridden Damon to a fantastic orgasm. I was going to enjoy this.

I pushed in and heard a deep gasp from Joel, but I moved slowly, letting him feel every bit of it spreading him open. Wider, wider he went, opening nicely for me, not that he had much choice.

The last couple inches, I pushed hard and quickly, watching him as he bit his lip to keep from crying out with the intrusion. Damon moved to the side of him, laying there, while telling him to keep the bar high, so I could work.

He didn’t have to, as I spread my legs, kneeling there, looking down at the connection between Joel and me. I held onto the backs of Joel’s legs and just stared a moment…

It was beautiful. His small ass, tiny hole, filled with my dick, it was a sight I’ll never forget. The first time I got to feel the heated insides of my boy.

I started right off, plowing him, moving my hips steadily, roughly, keeping a nice, fast pace, and Joel began to sing wordless shouts, hums, garbled messes of things that made no sense, but I got the point. It was going to be very difficult to keep from coming.

I didn’t let up a bit, driving into him hard, and Damon watched with a smile, leering at the reddened face of our boy.

“Please! Feels too good!”

“Gonna come?” Damon asked him, grabbing his face roughly. “Gonna come and be punished?”

“Can’t y’all just whoop my ass, like Noah does Eli? I can’t do it! I can’t wait a damned ol’ month!”

Damon growled right near Joel’s lips as he tightened his grip on Joel’s face. “You aren’t Eli, boy! Eli likes to get whooped.”

“You won’t, once we do it to you, so be glad of a nice, soft punishment,” I said, finally stopping my hips. I leaned into whisper, “Soft being the word. Because, sweet boy, you’ll wear a cage to keep from getting hard.”

I started pounding into him again, feeling my own orgasm pending, and asked Damon, “You ready for another go? I don’t want to finish in him yet.”

“Sure do, baby.”

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