That alone nearly made his man cum.
“Oh, fuck!” Ethan whispered. “I need to cum, Daddy!” he warned.
Immediately, he’d be pushed back so there wasNOcontact with his dick.
He kept riding, and when Gene locked his wrists behind his back, he was even more of a prisoner.
To the pleasure.
To the pain.
To his man.
“What won’t you be doing ever again, Ethan?” Gene asked, enjoying the visual of his thick dick slipping into the man’s ass. Someone was riding like his life depended on it.
He whimpered, as Gene was pulling him down, impaling him brutally on his erection. The cum he’d deposited in his ass, lubricated the slide, and was making a wet spot on Gene’s pants.
“Running. I won’t ever run again, Daddy,” he whispered, as his body was on overload.
Maybe it was how rough he was being handled, or maybe it was because they had an audience, and he craved that kink, but Ethan was definitely in his glory.
“Harder,” Gene ordered. “Ride my cock, Ethan.”
He did.
The whole time, Gene enjoyed the view. There was nothing more erotic than his tattooed man taking dick like the fuck toy he was about to become.
“Please let me cum!” he shouted, his body aching for that release.
“No,” Gene said. “You haven’t earned it. Ride my cock like the whore you are,” he said.
And that took all Ethan had not to cum at his words. He wanted to be this man’s whore. He wanted to be this man’s everything.
When Gene pulled him forward again, he landed punishing blows on Ethan’s cheeks, and they were scarlet red.
“You will not run from the man who owns you,” he told him. “You willNEVERrun again unless it’s to me!”
Ethan whimpered.
His balls were so tight he was trying to control what was coming.
Him losing it.
“If you cum without permission, Ethan, I will absolutely make sure I lock your dick down, and you won’t cum for a week. Test me!”
That sounded…horrible.
There was no way he’d last a full week. Gene was sadistic when he was Topping him.
He’d be brutal.
Blackhawk knew what he needed to do.
“I won’t cum. I promise,” he said. “Please bend me over the arm of this couch and fuck me like I deserve,” he said, loudly.
Well, ask and he would receive.
As he said it, Ethan stared straight ahead defiantly. Yes, he was being fucked, and he fully expected disgust from his brother.
