by M. A. Innes
There was no resistance, no fear about how it would feel. My boy had definitely been playing with his toy, but he was still hot and tight, so I knew he’d feel every inch of the plug. It wasn’t wide, but it would sit deep enough inside him that it would brush up against his prostate if he found the right angle. Walking would work fine, but I was betting that when he leaned over, it would be like fireworks going off inside him.
The fact that it had a little remote was going to help that feeling along.
Another groan ripped out of him as I sank my finger in deep. He started thrusting back, almost without thought, wanting more. Two fingers made him pause, but the stretch had him gasping, and I could see his grip on his ankles getting even tighter.
“You want to touch your cock, don’t you? Feeling my fingers fuck you makes you just want to come.” It was so easy to make him fly; he was incredible.
His head jerked up and down, and he moaned. “Please...”
“Not yet. You have to be punished. You came without permission, remember?”
He nodded reluctantly, and his face tightened as he tried to do what he was told.
“I was naughty.”
“And naughty boys have to be punished.” I eased my fingers out and brought the toy up to his ass before he could finish his protest. Someone didn’t want to be empty. The smooth black toy had a tapered head that went in easily. If he’d never played with his ass before it might have been more difficult for him, but his body pulled it right in.
My wicked angel liked playing with his ass.
And I would be a terrible master if I didn’t make sure to give him everything that he craved.
The base of the plug stuck out about an inch or so away from his body. It would give me something to hold on to, and it would give the men a show they wouldn’t forget. By the time it was fully seated, Randall was panting, and his muscles were clenched.
I gave it a pat, and he moaned so loudly I knew they heard it out front. “Alright, let’s get you dressed. Show me how that uniform looks, Angel.”
He slowly straightened and had to take several shaky breaths before he could make his body work. Jake was going to kill me. His server would be nearly useless tonight, but I didn’t think the men were going to mind. The little gasps of pleasure and deep moans that echoed through the room as Randall got dressed assured that.
By the time he got his clothes on—his tight, nearly painted-on jeans and shirt—he’d gotten himself under control, but it was a fight he wouldn’t be able to win. I was going to make sure of that.
Chapter 12
Randall
People didn’t really spontaneously combust, did they?
Answering that question would have been easier if I could’ve made my brain work. But just walking from the back room to the bar took more effort than I ever would have thought possible, so every brain cell was focused on that.
The light touch Hudson kept on my back as we walked out into the room didn’t help, either. I kept imagining his hand moving lower and wiggling the toy. Cock ring or not, I knew if he just teased it a little more, I would get to come.
It was maddening. And every eye in the room was on me, only making it worse. Their hot gazes followed me as I tried to stay focused on Jake, but all I wanted to do was rub up against Hudson and come. It had been days since I’d orgasmed, and now it felt like it was right in front of me, but just out of my reach.
I let out a little whimper as I leaned against the bar. Standing up straight wasn’t so bad...or maybe wasn’t as good...but leaning over pressed the tip of the plug into my prostate and sent lightning up my spine.
The low hum of voices finally picked up. The silence had been deafening, but knowing they were talking about me made me feel even more wicked. I just had to keep reminding myself that it was what Hudson wanted. It might have been stupid, but that made it easier.
It seemed giving up that control meant giving up the fears and worries.
I’d never felt so free...or so horny.
When he’d taken out the cock ring, my mind had gone completely blank. Then every naughty thing I’d ever seen with them online had started flashing through my mind. The plug had been the icing on what would be a very dirty cake. It was more than I’d ever dreamed of. And it was all his idea.
Him flirting with me at the bar was one thing, but this was another.
Jake finally finished up with a customer and walked over to the end of the bar where I was waiting. “You ready for work? I’m not paying you to get off in the back.”
The words were rough, but the laughter and heat in his eyes said he wasn’t mad...just turned on.
He’d gotten turned on by me.
Fuck.
“I’m sorry I’m late...I...Hudson...” Hudson’s hand moved down and gave my ass a pat. It felt like a reminder to behave, and to follow his orders. “Master had to punish me.”
I was going to combust right there.
Flames were shooting through every nerve in me, and all I wanted to do was whimper and beg Hudson to take me and let me come. The rational part of me knew this wasn’t supposed to be hot, but it was. It was perfect. The humiliation and the embarrassment just made the need stronger.
“We heard.” Jake’s words were deep and low, but Andrew just leaned against the bar and nodded, fanning himself dramatically.
“God, did we ever.” Andrew gave me a look like he’d gladly eat me up, and Jake just growled.
“Go grab your tray. You’ve got customers waiting.” Jake’s demanding words made me start to move, but Hudson did something to the plug and it started vibrating. Every thought flew out of my head.
It was insane. All I could do was hold on to the bar and ride out the pleasure. As I arched up, my cock rubbed against the smooth wood of the bar, and it made everything even crazier. The pleasure fired through every nerve and bounced around like the little ball in those arcade games that just kept lighting things up.
When he finally stopped, I got a pat on the ass. It was embarrassing and perfection all in one. Hudson’s deep voice made me want to roll over and plead for his touch. “Go on, Randy...people are waiting.”
Randy? He never called me that.
The question must have shown on my face because he chuckled low, and the sound went right to my hard cock. “Randall might be my little twink who shakes his ass at the customers, but Randy is the little slut who grinds his bound cock on the bar and begs to come.”
I had?
Fuck.
Nodding, because I really couldn’t complain, I took a deep breath and picked up the tray. Looking out at the sea of devilish grins and napkins all over the floor, I had to groan. It was going to be a long night.
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I was right. Only two hours into my shift and I was ready to climb the walls...or hump them...that sounded reasonable too.
Hudson was good about letting me carry the drinks without hitting his magic button, but when my hands were empty or I was leaning over the table, all bets seemed to be off. My cock was so hard it ached, and with the toy wrapped around it, no matter what I did, I knew I wasn’t going to come.
As I walked up to the bar, I saw Hudson in his favorite corner, leaning against the wall. He just watched me with his fiery gaze never leaving me. Maybe some people would have felt stalked, or even claustrophobic, but I loved knowing he was completely focused on me.
Setting my tray down, I handed Jake the money and receipts I’d collected from the men and braced myself. But the buzzing pleasure didn’t come. Looking over at Hudson, I saw him crooking that finger at me, calling me over. I really was his boy, because it never even occurred to me to question or push back...I just went to him.
He spread his legs, and I settled between them, desperately hoping he would do something to help ease the need. One of his arms wrapped around me, and his hand settled on my ass, temptingly close to the plug I knew everyone was staring at.
Just the images dancing around in my head made it hard to think.
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“How is my little slut doing?” His fingers nudged the plug, and I moaned, arching into his hand. “Is my little Randy needy?”
“Yes...Master...I...”
“You were naughty, weren’t you? That’s why you have to be punished.” Dirty catcalls echoed through the room, and I knew I was blushing, but my cock just got harder if that was even possible.
“I was naughty...but I’ve been good.” I’d been so good.
His free hand moved to cup my crotch, and his fingers teased over my hard dick. “You’re taking your punishment very well. It’s not over, though. You’re nowhere near desperate enough.”
Could you die from being so turned on that your body just shattered?
I couldn’t even think. “But...”
His smile was wicked, and it only made the men more excited. Jake kept mumbling about the chaos, but I think he’d sold more beer in one night than he had the rest of the week combined. Even if it was just to get me to go pick up the empty bottles.
Hudson’s teasing fingers pinched my dick, and he moved the plug again. There was no way to hide how incredible it felt, even if I’d wanted to. But I didn’t. I liked knowing they could tell just how turned on I was. And having them know it was Hudson that was in control was the hottest thing ever.
Even my dirtiest fantasies couldn’t have lived up to the reality.
“Back to work.” Jake’s voice broke through the pleasure, but the embarrassment of knowing he was watching just made it harder to think. “Fuck him on your time. Not mine.”
Dead. I was dead. Spontaneous human combustion.
“Oh, I will.” Hudson gave my ass another swat. Harder, making my breath catch in my throat. “You liked that, didn’t you, little slut?”
Denying it would be stupid when the way my body shook and the moan that escaped showed just how much I liked it. Hudson laughed, wicked and low, and pulled me close. Whispering in my ear, only for me, he murmured, “I’m going to make love to you tonight and send you flying, but one day, I’m going to bend you over and give you the spanking I know you’re desperate for.”
The men called out desperate pleas to know what Hudson was saying. He just gave them a wink and ignored the curious questions. Was it weird that the words were almost sweet? Tender? They probably shouldn’t have been, but the way he said it made me warm inside.
He knew who I really was, and it didn’t matter to him. It made him want me more...and not because I was a little slut who was fun to tease...he just wanted me. No matter who I was at that moment.
“Please.”
“One day, little slut.” His hand came down again, and that time I knew it was to tease the men, so it made it even more erotic. “Now go back to work.”
“Yes, Master.” That was never going to get old.
I could still feel his hand on my ass even after I’d gone halfway across the room. It’d been careful and light, there probably wasn’t even a mark, but he’d spanked me. The way he’d talked about bending me over his lap made me lightheaded. No one had ever said anything like that to me.
The guys must have loved it, because there were almost a dozen napkins and odd pieces of silverware on the floor. I wasn’t sure where they’d gotten all the spoons from, but I’d had to have picked up at least ten already.
Cleaning up the trash and other objects from the floor was like walking through a minefield of sexual tension. Every time I bent over, not only did the plug rub against my prostate, but Hudson would hit the remote, and I had to fight not to plead for more.
It’d felt like I’d come close to orgasming a thousand times, but it was never close enough. It was always just out of reach. By the time I’d reached the fourth piece, holding in the moans was impossible. By the seventh, I didn’t even care how loud I was. By the last napkin, I was shaking and working the plug as I bent over. I knew the men closest to me were probably getting a hell of a show, but I just couldn’t help it.
If there had been a chance to calm down and catch my breath, it wouldn’t have been so hard...but then it probably wouldn’t have been so incredible, either. Relaxing would have meant thinking, and that would have sent me down a path of self-doubt and second-guessing.
I didn’t want that. I wanted to give in to Hudson without worrying and without questioning.
There were no requests for another round or even any questions. They all just watched as I walked over to that far table where the bottles were lined up neatly in rows, clearly waiting for me. I probably should have asked for a break, curled up in Hudson’s arms for a moment. It just didn’t occur to me.
And endless pleasure as a punishment was the most incredible way to remind me who was in charge.
As I leaned over the table, my cock ran along the hard edge, sending sparks up my spine. It felt like I’d been hard for days, not just hours. Every caress of my jeans was almost too much. Every time Hudson ran his fingers carefully over my erection, it made me want to beg.
It was finally just too much.
Thrusting my cock against the table, I let the pleasure build, determined to make it enough. Between the cock ring and the plug, I knew I was almost there. I gave up pretending to pick up the empty bottles and just chased the need growing inside me.
I was either going to come or explode. At that moment, it didn’t matter which.
Strong arms wrapped around me, and Hudson pulled me back against his body. “Who do you belong to, Angel?”
“You!”
“Who controls your pleasure?”
“You.” It came out needier and desperate. “Please.”
“Have you learned your lesson? I’m not sure you have.” His voice dropped low, and I closed my eyes, soaking up the feel of his body pressed against mine and the words as they flowed through me. “Humping the table when you knew you had to wait. I’m not sure you learned your lesson.”
“I’m sorry. I learned my lesson.” If he’d asked, I couldn’t have told him what rule I’d broken, or why I was being punished; everything was just focused on the fire that wouldn’t die.
“We’ll talk about that, but I think my boy needs to come. Are you ready?” His breath was hot against my skin as he whispered in my ear.
A less trusting person would have asked “ready for what,” but it didn’t even occur to me. All I knew was that the wait was finally over, and I was going to get to come. “Yes! Please, Master.”
I felt the world spin around me as Hudson turned me in his arms. His hands came down and gripped my ass, pulling me up so I could wrap myself around him. My cock rubbed against his firm abs, and the rough pleasure made me moan again.
He started to move, and I pressed my face against his neck. I should have insisted I walk. But the feel of his hands on my ass, nudging the plug with every step, and the way I got to writhe on him, fucking my cock against his body, was too good to push away. I didn’t even care who saw me or how I looked.
I was going to get to come. That was all that mattered.
We didn’t even make it to the employee’s bathroom.
One moment we were walking, and the next, I was pressed against the wall and he was taking my mouth. It was hot and wet and perfect—but it wasn’t enough. I kept trying to rub my cock against him or move the plug deeper, but my orgasm was still out of reach.
When he pulled away, I opened my eyes. Before I could find the words to beg him for more, he was lowering me to the ground. When he saw I was steady enough to stand, he started lowering himself to his knees.
It took me entirely too long to understand what was going to happen. In my defense, I was a virgin, and he’d fried my brain at least an hour before, so I didn’t feel too bad about it.
He was so tall and broad that he still looked huge kneeling there in front of me. His position should have implied submission or releasing control, but I knew who was still in charge. The wait was impossibly long, even though it only took seconds for him to release the button on my pants and ease the zipper over my cock.
“I told you if you were good you’d get a reward.”
Hudson didn’t take the restraint off my cock. He just swallowed me down in one smooth motion until I could feel my cock hitting the back of his throat and sliding into the tight heat. Fuck. I whimpered as he came back up and I lost the perfect pleasure. But it only took seconds until his mouth wrapped around me again.
No gagging. No effort. He just took me deep into his mouth and tried to suck my brains out through my cock. He succeeded.
I knew I was loud, but there was no way to hold back the whimpers or the moans. Shouts of pleasure burst out as his throat teased at the head of my cock. It was the most incredible thing ever. I’d thought that nothing could have felt as good as the things we’d already done, but I was wrong.
Very wrong.
When the frantic need began to build again, and I could feel my orgasm start racing through me, I started to panic. I was afraid I’d lose it like I had the other times I’d been so close, but Hudson was there. Master wasn’t going to let it go again.
The pleasure built and swelled inside of me like a balloon ready to burst, shattering into a million pieces. Just when I knew it couldn’t get any bigger, Hudson started making the plug vibrate again, and the crazy need started to grow even bigger.
I’d thought the tortuous pleasure couldn’t get worse, but when he started the plug again, I knew he’d just been teasing me before. It was like lightning shooting straight up through me. The vibration was so strong it was almost painful.
Before I could even decide how it felt, Hudson swallowed my cock deep, and his hand moved between my legs to play with the toy. The combination was too much.
I shattered.
His strong grip held me as I shook, and the orgasm blasted its way out of me. I’d never felt anything like it. Every climax I’d ever had was like a pale imitation of what he could do to me. As the pleasure faded and I sagged against the wall, I fought to keep my eyes open.