Aftermath

by Tricia Owens

  Max looked at his phone again and then turned off the volume and vibration function. Whatever Giuliani had to tell him could wait just a while longer. Max had a photoshoot to conduct.

  Chapter Ten

  Maxmillian decided, in the end, not to rearrange the furniture. He settled with pushing the circular, multi-tiered coffee table out of the middle of the room to leave that space empty. After retrieving a handful of bath towels from the cupboard, he dimmed the lights in the living room.

  “All set,” Ethan said, practically breathless as he emerged from their bedroom with Max’s DSLR held triumphantly in both hands. He paused and watched Max spread the towels across the furniture. “You’re not much of a set designer, Max.”

  “I opted for practicality. It’s not the setting I care about, it’s the subject matter. Also, I’d rather not have to explain to Analisa why there are suspicious stains everywhere.”

  He delighted in Ethan’s laughter.

  “So you expect us to get messy, do you?” Ethan gave him a suggestive wag of the eyebrows.

  “I expect you to end up positively glistening,” Max drawled and had the pleasure of watching Ethan’s eyes glaze over.

  “I’m okay with glistening.”

  Max smirked. “I’m sure you are.” He took the camera from Ethan and checked that the battery was charged. “Please remove your pants.”

  Ethan shucked them and kicked them to the doorway of the bedroom.

  “Charming,” Max remarked.

  “Hick from Indiana here.”

  “Fortunately, you make up for it in other ways.” Max studied his lover, gaze lingering on the athletic body he enjoyed conquering every day and night in their bedroom. “It’s a bit of shame that you model apparel, isn’t it? You shine brightest when you’re fully nude.”

  Ethan smiled. “Thank you. I could say the same of you. One of these days you’re going to have to let me turn the tables. I want a Maxmillian Poole boudoir photoshoot.”

  “Unlikely,” Max replied, smiling when Ethan booed the response. “Before we begin, we need a few props. Please retrieve the handcuffs, your favorite dildo, and the massage oil, please.”

  Ethan hummed and lightly palmed his rising cock. “I like the sound of that.”

  “Then why are you standing here?”

  Ethan hurried into the bedroom to collect the items Max had listed. Max was as eager as he to begin this. Exhibitionism, voyeurism, and domination seemed to be the key components of this fantasy and he heartily approved. The added bonus was that taking over the role of photographer granted him the opportunity to replace Merrick Felix symbolically. Ethan might pose for the man, but he would expose himself only to Max.

  After taking slightly longer than Max expected, Ethan returned from the bedroom with the requested items.

  “Kneel on the floor in front of the sofa,” Max directed. “Place everything aside.”

  Max set the camera nearby before joining Ethan by the sofa. He took the handcuffs first, guiding Ethan’s wrists behind his back so Max could cuff them there. The dildo Ethan had selected was girthy and ribbed, with a flared end which allowed it to remain in place once it was inserted. Max set it on the coffee table for now and popped the cap on the massage oil.

  “Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” Ethan asked, tilting his head back to look up at Max, who stood over him.

  “No. I’m the professional here.”

  “And what am I?”

  “My Ganymede.”

  “I’m familiar with the name but remind me: I’m assuming that’s someone sexy?”

  Max hid a smile. “You assume correctly. In Greek mythology, Ganymede was a beautiful mortal boy with whom Zeus became enraptured. Zeus sent a giant eagle to abduct him and bring him to Mount Olympus, so that the god could forever enjoy Ganymede’s beauty.” He brought his oiled hands to Ethan’s shoulders and began to spread the oil over his skin. “Much like Zeus, I am compelled to keep male perfection close at hand. Preferably under lock and key.”

  “Mmm, never knew the gods were kinky. I should have guessed that, though.” Ethan let his head fall forward as Max massaged his shoulders and upper back. “I’m also not surprised to learn that you’re a god. I pretty much knew that when you accosted me in the hotel bathroom when we first met.”

  Max smothered a laugh. “Quite god-like behavior, wasn’t it?”

  “I definitely thought so at the time. I was ready to drop to my knees beside the urinal and worship you.” Ethan tilted his head up to catch Max’s eye. “It’s no accident that I’m on my knees for you right now.”

  “No, it’s not. I look forward to your supplication.”

  Max moved behind him and smoothed the oil over Ethan’s shoulders and down his arms to where the handcuffs encircled his wrists. Ethan tried to reach for him, but Max avoided him, sliding his hands beneath Ethan’s arms to massage his upper and lower back.

  “You’re stunning,” Max praised him as he admired the sleek muscles on his lover’s body. He added more oil to his hands. “Stand up.”

  Once Ethan gained his feet, Max brought his oiled hands to Ethan’s buttocks. He smoothed the oil over the globes, caressing and squeezing them, thumbs grazing the crease but not sliding into the valley just yet. He worked his way down, massaging Ethan’s hamstrings and calves and earning a groan or two as he dug his thumbs into tight muscles.

  “Turn around.”

  Ethan turned, revealing he was fully erect.

  “Maybe we should skip the preliminaries,” he suggested hopefully.

  Max shook his head. “You’re not cutting my fantasy short.”

  He lightly encircled Ethan’s neck with his hands before sliding them down and out, spreading oil over his shoulders and collarbones and massaging it into his pectorals. He spent some time massaging the oil around Ethan’s nipples, enjoying the way his lover squirmed beneath the attention.

  “I should clamp these,” Max noted as he pinched both nipples between his fingers. “Maybe next time.”

  Ethan’s abdomen clenched as Max slowly smeared more oil over it. Again, he took his time, tracing the squares of Ethan’s abdominal muscles and caressing the sharp V of his Adonis belt. Max paused to dip his thumb in and out of Ethan’s navel, the action suggestive of what he planned to do to him later.

  “Tease,” Ethan accused. His shoulder muscles flexed but he couldn’t free himself. Just the way they both liked it.

  “I’m not teasing.” Max slid his hand down, fingers skimming trim pubic hair. “I’m admiring my property.”

  Ethan shivered, clearly as turned on by the possessive talk as Max was to speak it. It never failed to fascinate Max that some of the topics that could be a source of friction between them outside the bedroom drove them both wild while they were within it.

  “I own every inch of you,” he declared as he used the oil to mark his territory.

  “Never going to argue that.”

  “Good boy,” Max purred, not missing how Ethan’s breath quickened at the praise.

  He deliberately skipped the straining flesh between Ethan’s legs and thoroughly coated the front of his thighs and shins, leaving them glistening. By the time Max straightened again, Ethan looked as though he’d been dipped in golden syrup thanks to the glow from flattering pot lights in the ceiling.

  “Very nice,” Max commented. He drew slippery hands up the insides of Ethan’s thighs, nodding approval as Ethan automatically widened his stance to give Max more room. Watching Ethan’s face, he lightly cupped his scrotum while loosely grasping the shaft of his erection.

  “Finally,” Ethan whispered, shuddering.

  Max fondled him, coating his genitals in oil. He stroked Ethan's cock more than necessary to slick it up, intoxicated by the power of holding his most intimate body part in his hand. Ethan didn’t appear to mind. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes as Max worked him to maximum stiffness with long, possessive strokes.

  “Lovely, aren’t you?” Max touche
d him everywhere he wanted to, aroused by the knowledge that Ethan couldn't stop him. “And so receptive to being handled. You’re very tame.”

  He smiled at the color that stole across Ethan’s cheeks.

  “I’m not tame,” Ethan mumbled.

  “But you can be,” Max whispered into his ear. “If the right man breaks you.”

  “Shit,” Ethan breathed, his chin dropping to his chest. His cock, in Max’s hand, felt like iron.

  “A man like you needs a strong hand to guide you,” Max continued as he slid a finger behind Ethan’s scrotum and stroked it up his perineum. “Don’t you agree?”

  “Yes. I need firm handling, but I can be good.”

  “Hmm.” Max ran his fingertip ever so lightly across Ethan’s puckered entrance before withdrawing his hands completely. “Let’s see if you’re tame enough for some photos. I’d like to add you to my catalog.”

  “Your catalog?” Ethan arched a brow, interested. Playing along. “I hope I’m not one of many.”

  “If you are, you’ll have to make yourself stand out, won’t you?”

  “I guess I will.”

  Max wiped his hands clean on a towel before picking up the camera. By the time he raised it to eye level, Ethan had already begun posing for him, one leg extended, a hip cocked.

  “Nice,” Max murmured as he looked at the image on the LED screen, “yet expected. I have numerous photos like this.”

  “Do you?” Ethan turned his back on him and looked back over his shoulder at Max. “Of men handcuffed like this?”

  “Yes. Many. You’ll have to differentiate yourself.” Max pretended to think. “I’d like you to bend over and present yourself to me.”

  “Present—”

  “Yes. Show me where men fuck you. With a body like yours, they must fuck you often. Let me see the hole they use.”

  Ethan shut his eyes briefly, visibly swamped by lust, before he said quietly, “If that’s what you want.”

  Max adjusted the fit of his pants. “It is.”

  Slowly, as though reluctant, Ethan bent at the waist. With his wrists cuffed, he had just enough leeway to grip the slippery globes of his buttocks and pull them apart, spreading himself for Max’s inspection.

  “What an image,” Max murmured. He snapped some photos, adjusting the settings so the camera would make a satisfying click with each frame taken. “Stand still for me. I’m going to zoom in on your hole.”

  Ethan dropped his head, but his blush was still evident in the skin of the back of his neck.

  Max took several photos to ensure Ethan heard the clicking sound as he memorialized his exposure.

  “Spread your legs so I get a clear shot of your scrotum, too. Modesty is not allowed here.”

  “Jesus.”

  Ethan shuffled his legs wider. He had begun to breathe heavier. His cock was hard enough that it clung to the plane of his abdomen and wasn’t visible from Max’s angle.

  “I assume this is the first time you’ve posed this way.”

  “Of course,” Ethan said with a strained laugh. “I’m not reckless.”

  “Not reckless but obedient, hmm? Let’s try another pose. Don’t move.”

  Max set aside the camera and picked up the dildo Ethan had chosen. He rubbed it up the outside of Ethan’s thigh to slick it up with oil, then took hold of the handcuffs to keep Ethan in place as he teased the blunt head of the toy up the crease of his ass.

  “Should I stretch you?” Max asked mildly as he pushed the silicone tip against Ethan’s ring. The muscle widened with minimal resistance. Max noticed another detail, as well. “You’ve already prepped yourself.”

  “When I grabbed this stuff, yeah.” Ethan shrugged awkwardly. “Figured I’d save us some time.”

  “All you’ve done is saved yourself some fingering. I’m going to fuck you for as long as I wish to.” He applied pressure to the dildo, watching as it began to breach his husband’s body. “I will never tire of this sight,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with his arousal. “You were made to be fucked. This ass never looks as beautiful as when it’s swallowing whatever I choose to push inside it.”

  Ethan groaned and arched his back as Max slowly inserted the toy deeper. Max helped him keep his balance by gripping the handcuffs, though in his mind he was holding Ethan captive so Max could penetrate him.

  “Jesus, maybe I didn’t stretch myself enough,” Ethan panted when the toy was halfway inside him. “Feels bigger than usual. Ah—yeah, right—right there.”

  Max’s cock throbbed as he withdrew the dildo a few inches and then pushed it back in, sliding it in even deeper. Ethan rose up onto his toes, muscles straining in his calves. As he gasped, Max thrust the dildo in the final inch, seating it by its flared base.

  “So deep,” Ethan gasped, arching back.

  Max’s smile was dark. He released the cuffs, wiped his hands off again, and picked up the camera.

  “Time for you to show me your modeling skills. Look this way, please. Smile for the camera.”

  “Sadist,” Ethan panted as he looked back over his shoulder at Max.

  He remained bent at the waist, his hands flexing above the handcuffs. Holding Max’s eyes, he rolled his hips as though trying to manipulate the position of the toy inside him. He looked desperate and slutty. Max wanted more.

  He snapped several photos from various angles.

  “You look like a whore,” he remarked conversationally. “Any man would pay top dollar for you as you are right now.”

  “Not many can…afford me.” Ethan’s look turned sultry. “I'm worth the price, though, if you're interested.”

  Max smirked, loving the answer. “On your back on the sofa, please. I require a few more shots.”

  “I’ve never done this before, you know.” Ethan struggled to lower himself to the sofa atop one of the towels. He lay back carefully, with his cuffed hands at the small of his back. Each movement made him gasp or twitch, which Max assumed was a result of the dildo shifting inside him. “I’ve never allowed a guy to take dirty pictures of me.”

  “I’m flattered beyond measure,” Max drawled, as though he hardly cared, though in truth he cared quite a bit. In fact, hearing Ethan admit it was a tremendous relief. With Merrick Felix as a lover, Ethan could have gotten up to all sorts of no good.

  Once Ethan had settled as comfortably as he could, Max stood beside the sofa and regarded his bound, impaled husband.

  “I’m going to take explicit photographs of you,” he said softly. “Impress me, Ethan. Sell it.”

  Determination lit Ethan’s eyes. “You’ll be dying to fuck me within two minutes, Max.”

  Max brought the camera up. “Prove it.”

  Some challenges, Max quickly learned, were meant to be met. He snapped continuously with the camera, using the viewfinder to frame Ethan’s glistening body as it writhed sinuously atop the towels. Ethan’s athleticism translated well to the movements of sex. As he rolled his abdomen and curled his hips, as he spread his bent legs wide and advertised his cock and balls and the base of the dildo nestled in his ass, he performed a dance of seduction to rival any in history.

  Max at first snapped photos quickly, excited by the performance, but Ethan’s gyrations and his parted lips and glowing eyes soon became an ensnaring distraction. Max’s finger lifted off the camera button until eventually he only stood above Ethan and watched, transfixed, with a pulsing cock that begged to be freed and used.

  He tried to counter by focusing on Ethan’s face to try to find a hint of vulnerability there. But in the end, that was a trap, too. Ethan had perfected the art of teasing while simultaneously begging. Each lick of his lips, each soft gasp and surprised rounding of his eyes, pulled Max deeper into his web. Max could all too easily imagine the movement of the dildo in Ethan’s ass and how it massaged his prostate when he moved his hips just so, and he could imagine how turned on Ethan was by being restrained by the handcuffs and ordered to perform for a fully clothed man who loomed above him
.

  “You are dangerous,” Max said softly as he blindly set the camera a safe distance from the sofa. With his eyes on Ethan’s writhing, beautiful body, he quickly stripped off his clothing, revealing how powerfully Ethan’s dance had affected him.

  “Fuck, yes,” Ethan breathed when he saw how fiercely erect Max was. “I need that in me. I don’t want this toy anymore. I need you. Please.”

  Max slid his hand up Ethan’s shin, collecting oil in his palm. He stroked his own cock, slicking it up just enough and no more. He was too near to bursting to handle himself for long. Even passing his thumb over the head had him groaning beneath his breath.

  “Keep begging,” he ordered as he placed a knee on the towel-covered cushion between Ethan’s thighs. The skin covering Ethan’s hamstrings was hot as Max pushed on the backs of his legs, forcing his knees to his chest. The view of Ethan’s ass and the toy inside nearly made Max reach for his camera again. “Beg me,” he said roughly.

  “Please. Please fuck that big cock into me.” Ethan tilted his head back, looking dazed and desperate. “Make me feel it. I need to feel it.”

  Max pressed two fingers against the base of the dildo, inciting a gasp from Ethan.

  “Feel that?” Max taunted as he pushed harder and wiggled the dildo.

  Ethan made a garbled sound, the muscles in his neck straining when Max grasped the end of the toy and thrust it in and out of him a few times, testing how stretched he was. He angled it until Ethan’s stomach muscles jumped and he let out a bleat of pleasure. With his own cock swollen and throbbing, Max rubbed the dildo over that spot inside his lover again and again.

  “F-Fuck.” Ethan curled and bucked backwards, a cry spilling from his lips. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

  “Not yet,” Max snapped and pulled the dildo free. He dropped it over the side of the sofa and lined himself up with Ethan’s fluttering hole. Once he was in position, he grasped Ethan’s throat with his free hand, forcing his chin up. “Look at me.”

  He waited for Ethan’s green gaze to focus on him before Max flexed his hips, pushing his cock inside. There were few satisfactions in life that compared to watching Ethan take his cock with such an expression of bliss and relief, as though he needed Max more than anything in his life. Once Max bottomed out, hips pressed flush to Ethan's ass, he had to take a deep breath to control his own libido. Ethan was too much. Too hot. Too tight. He might be the submissive partner, but his reactions to everything Max did to him gave him more power than he realized. Max was weak because of him. Max needed to win because of him.