On Your Knees, Prospect (Kings of Hell MC 3)

He slammed the paddle across Jake’s ass but pushed two of his fingers into him right away, feeling the muscles on the inside of the hole dance so rapidly they almost crushed his bones.

Jake didn’t even try to hide his face from the mirror anymore. Wiggling and trembling, with his ass like two red roses, he sobbed time and time again when Vars took his time both teasing Jake’s ass and pulverizing it with the paddle.

No longer ashamed of crying, Jake lay on the bench, taking another smack, and Vars couldn’t help himself and pinched the bruised buttock to Jake’s yelp.

“Forgot something, boy? You need to count, or they don’t matter.”

The absolute shock on Jake’s face was priceless. “No!” he choked out breathlessly. “I’m so sorry, sir! Four!”

Vars tsked and shook his head. “No. You weren’t counting.”

Jake let hung his head with another sob. “One.”

Vars’s cock twitched at that display of obedience. He could no longer wait. The subsequent four strokes were faint and came in short sequence. Dropping the paddle and grabbing the lube instead felt like relief after this long session.

“What do you want now?” he demanded, slicking his cock, which exploded with sensation at the gentlest touch. It was high time for this.

“Your cock, sir,” Jake said with urgency, but with his limbs trapped in the hold of the magic of the collar, he couldn’t spread his legs for Vars, so Vars pulled them apart for him and stepped in between, marvelling at how ripe Jake’s bruised ass was presented to him. Beaten into submission, his hole smooth and slippery, clenching in front of Vars in a display of hunger.

Vars pushed all of his cock in with a single firm stroke that had angels singing in his ears. Jake was tight, his skin burning hot from the spanking, and Vars made sure to twist his hips to irritate it even further, until Jake’s sphincter clamped down on him like a vise.

“But this? This you want for yourself, don’t you? You love my cock up your asshole.”

Jake let out another cry, no doubt at the touch to his sensitive skin, but his ass kept stirring over Vars’s cock nevertheless, as if he were in heat. “I do, sir, I love to be fucked by you,” Jake was quick to declare and despite the setup it rang true and tender to Vars’s ears. It wasn’t just about now. This was a blanket statement.

Vars moved his dick all the way back, until they were barely connected, only to slam it back in forcefully. Jake’s face twisted in the reflection, but he still wouldn’t tap out, thrashing in the invisible restraints and rocking his entire body to welcome Vars. Short slaps left hand imprints on the sides of Jake’s ass, once more urging him to sob, but his eyes were glossing over, entire body trembling as Vars pistoned in and out of him hard and fast.

The heat of Jake’s body made Vars want to cream that hole already, and Jake’s grunts only added to the urgency of that need. All this beautiful body, all the lean muscle, the tight ass and pretty face, were his to ravage. He ran his hands up Jake’s sweaty back, loving every little yelp and moan he was squeezing out of his boy, because it wouldn’t last much longer. He’d been building up to this fuck for a long time, and now that he was finally ramming into that smooth hole, it was hard to force himself to last.

Feeling the upcoming orgasm tighten his balls, he grabbed Jake’s hips and fucked the boy like mad. Every slap of his hips against Jake’s bruised ass caused cries and whimpers, which only spurred him on and made his nails sink into the flesh of Jake’s hips. Just as Vars was getting so close to completion, he considered jerking Jake off. His boy grunted louder, and the way his asshole throbbed around Vars’s cock, told him he didn’t need to anymore.

Jake came on Vars’s dick no matter the pain surely assaulting his ass with each touch. The friction between his body and the bench had done its job.

Vars grabbed a handful of Jake’s hair and pulled him back, until his spine created a rounded line, and their lips met. The last few thrusts were hard, and the helpless cries delivered straight into Vars’s mouth pushed him over the edge.

He held on to Jake tightly as hot waves tumbled over the two of them, sending both their bodies to rest on the bench. Vars gasped for air but oxygen wasn’t all he needed. Still keeping his groin tight against Jake’s ass, his dick all the way in the warm hole, he made Jake look back at him and kissed him all over the flushed face.

“Good boy. The best.”

Jake’s breath was ragged and unstable, eyes glazing over, but he managed to utter in a trembling voice: “Thank you, sir.”