Unearthed (The Dungeon Black Duology 1)

Max’s lips curved. “Hmm. So I can do this.”

Finished with Sean’s first leg, Max pulled its knee forward and connected it with more rope to the corner post. The same post, as it were, Sean’s wrist was bound to, putting his knee up near his armpit.

Sean laughed and closed his eyes. “Shit. Should’ve known.”

Max patted his cheek. “Give it time. You’ll learn.” Two minutes later, he had Sean’s other leg tethered, too. Max stepped back. Grinned. Then adjusted his junk. “Trussed up and spread. Fucking beautiful.”

Sean met his gaze. Gave his wrists a little tug. Smiled coyly as he tried to close his thighs.

Max shook his head slowly. “Ain’t gonna happen.”

“Yeah. I’m getting that. So… what now?”

Max smirked and crossed his arms. Spread his stance. “Prep and payment.”

“Prep? And Payment?” Sean froze. “Aw, shit. I know what your payment is.”

“Mmhmm.” Max grinned and strode to his dresser. Slid open a drawer. “But prep first.” Aka the continuation of Sean’s training—that involved a particular part of his anatomy. Max pulled out an item and showed it to Sean.

Sean stared at it suspiciously. “What is that?”

“What does it look like?”

“A butt plug?”

“Ah. There’s my smart boy. Yes. A butt plug. Very good.”

Sean rolled his eyes and grinned.

Max moved to the foot of the bed. “I’m assuming you know where it goes?”

“Yes,” Sean laughed. “I know, Sir, where it goes.”

“Excellent.” Max climbed on and joined him.

Sean eyed the plug further. “Why’s it look so weird? And what’s all that other shit attached to it?”

Max sat on his heels between Sean’s hitched legs. Or should he say, between Sean’s dangling feet. “What, you mean this bulb pump connected to this tubing?”

Sean’s expression turned wary. “Uh... Yeah, I guess.”

Max nodded and opened his small bottle of lube. “Those are what will enable me to inflate it.”

Sean’s whole body stiffened. Max fought not to laugh. Because, in fairness, it did sound scarier than it was.

“Inflate it, Sir? But why? Why would you do that?”

“Because,” Max chuckled. He couldn’t hold it back. “You’re in anal training now, remember?”

“Oh… Uh… Right.”

Damn. Now he sounded more than nervous.

Max paused and rubbed Sean’s hamstrings. “Sean. I won’t hurt you.”

“Yeah… I know.” Sean met his gaze. “I trust you.”

“Good. Because you should. I’m your Dom. And you’re my boy.”

Sean’s whole demeanor shifted. Like Max’s words just hit some hot switch. He smiled. Bit his lip. Gave a tiny little nod. “Do it, Sir. Please. I want it.”

Fuck. So sexy. When Sean’s proverbial balls took over. When his lust for Max’s touch seized the reins.

Max’s cock firmed harder as he held Sean’s stare, lubing Sean’s sweet exposed hole. Man, he loved jockstraps, how they covered up the junk and nothing else. He stroked the spot slowly, gently, steadily, till his sub started showing all the signs. That shifting of Sean’s hips. That glaze in his eyes. All those hard-squeezing clenches against Max’s thumb. Sean’s sphincter was getting antsy, growing impatient, wanted more. An upgrade to the action Max was giving it.

“Push against me,” Max murmured. “I promise to go slow.”

Sean did. Max responded, easing his plug past Sean’s ring, its thin, sleek design helping beautifully. Sliding all that black latex deeper… and deeper…

“Uhhhhh…” Sean exhaled a long, breathless moan.

Max grinned and rubbed Sean’s boner, still hidden beneath his jockstrap. The one he’d popped the second Max started binding him. Sean liked being restrained. Which was a good fucking thing, because Max really liked restraining him.

The plug sank into place. Sean’s sphincter hugged it tight, closing around its much narrower base.

Sean groaned.

Max smiled.

“Good boy,” he praised quietly.

“Thank you, Sir,” Sean rasped out. “Feels good.”

Max stroked him some more, then clutched the small bulb and gave it a nice, slow squeeze.

“Shit. I felt that.” Sean rocked his pelvis. Another squeeze. “Ungh. That, too.”

Max paused and palmed Sean’s cheeks, kneading them firmly, crowding them together around that plug. Getting Sean used to the heady sensation of having something thick in his channel.

Sean fisted his hands. Flexed his biceps. Shifted his hips back and forth.

Nice. He was acclimating.

Max resumed his previous task. “Two more.”

Squeeze… squeeze…

Sean’s next moan came strained. “Unnnghhh… Aw, fuck, Sir… Feels so… fucking… full.”

“Perfect,” Max murmured, fighting back a growl. “If you didn’t, I’d have to add more.”

Sean took some shallow breaths.

Max massaged Sean’s hamstrings. Then slid him a wicked look.

Sean stilled.

Max grinned.

“Oh, no. Payment time.”

Max nodded and curled his fingers around Sean’s ankle.

Sean tried to pull it free.

Sorry, caitín. Not today.

Max settled his gaze on Sean’s toes. “Mmm, yeah… Been dying to suck on these for weeks.”

Sean’s eyes flared wider. Then he started to laugh. And fidget. And whimper. “Oh, shit.”

Max shook his head and chuckled. “My God. Look at you. So worried about one harmless little tongue.” Pulling Sean’s foot close, he watched its toes wiggle, then sank his warm lips around the big one.