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“Master, you’re so beautiful like this,” he said, then his voice shook with a long moan before he asked, “May I come again?”
“Yes. Come all fucking night until you feel like you can’t anymore.”
His lips spread in a knowing, evil grin. “You are sadistic.”
“I’m about to get payback.”
“Good,” he purred.
Chapter Twenty-One
When Ryan Callahan, or his new persona, Patrick O’Malley, stuck his dick into me, it felt as if I was being impaled by one of the logs that cruised by in the back of big trucks off the side roads. When we got behind one of those trucks once, I saw Theo’s eyes get huge in fear of those big logs.
Those logs with the hundred rings, so huge they’d crush a car if let loose of their straps, and that was inside me, moving slowly, sure, but stretching me like I’d never been stretched.
Ryan was a man nearly my size in every way, so taking him gave me much more respect for Theo and all he could take. I looked at him, his lips were open, and a bit of saliva leaked at the corner, which he swiped at with his tongue. “Are you feeling it, Master?”
“Yeah, Theo. I feel it. Can’t do anything except feel it.”
Ryan pushed in a little more, and my head turned from Theo so I could face him. I expected that dominant face he usually wore, but his eyes were soft, and his mouth a thin line as he worried over me. I dispelled his concern. “I’m okay, Ryan. I promise. If it’s too much, I’ll definitely holler!”
He sighed and laughed at once, then fell over me with his hands on either side of my arms. “You’re so fucking tight, I’m afraid I’ll split you open.”
“Feels like it too, but I’m okay. I know it stretches, or poor Theo and Brett would be in trouble.”
Brett got next to Ryan and smiled down at me. “You’re hot like this. Big Master, on his back. Fucking hot.”
“Thanks. I don’t feel hot yet but give me time.”
Ryan nodded to me, and I gave him one back; he pushed in until he was seated, then stopped while I panted out the great burn and deep ache. “Apply a little more lube?”
“Sure, sure. Brett?”
Brett was already on it, getting the tube and moving behind Ryan. I felt the cold of it, and it gave me the shivers for an instant; then, I warmed and looked to Theo again. “Are you doing okay?”
“I could use some more lube too. This thing…”
The machine made a steady low whirring, and Brett hurried to help Theo too.
“I’ll let you out of it when Ryan’s done with me.”
“Don’t worry about me, Master. I know what you’re feeling right now.”
Being sweet wasn’t his usual persona, but it looked good on him, incredibly, as he was getting fucked continuously by a machine. I patted his face, then told Ryan, “Good to go.”
Pulling back, Ryan watched my face closely, then with a deep grunt emitting from his parted lips, he pushed back into me much quicker than the last time, and I keened with the pain, grabbing his forearms tightly. I wanted to do more. Urges came over me to ask for things, to confess something to him that was a jumble of crazy thoughts surging in my mind.
And in my chest. Yeah, my chest was heavy with the emotions I felt.
He didn’t stop, thankfully, and started to slowly fuck me, and after a minute or so, I began to feel good as the pain waned considerably.
It was strange, being fucked. I didn’t do it often, bottoming for anyone, so the four of us and our games let me visit other sides of myself. It felt good once all that pain was finished; not all of it was. The man was big, so it kept aching for a while, and I knew the next day would be hell. But for the time being, his massive cock sliding over my prostate reminded me why so many men loved bottoming.
Being with him like that, connected to him like I only had with Theo, stirred in me more of that heavy emotion. I saw in his eyes, the way he stared at me, that I wasn’t the only one feeling things. I almost asked him to stop, but I would have choked on my tongue, even trying. I didn’t want it to stop.
Theo reached for my hand and held it tightly, and I appreciated his concern, incredibly as hard as I’d fucked him. He was shaking, so I knew he was close to his third orgasm. “Come all you want, Theo.”
“Yes, Master. That’s gonna happen…soon.”
