The rhythm and sound as Ethan depilated was calming, and the pain was practically negligible. Honestly, it felt good. Arms, legs, feet—who knew toes were so hairy? Another bottle of spring water, and Ethan was just spreading a layer of wax down from his navel when there was a few taps at the door. It swung open smoothly, Ethan looked up, “Mr. Carlyle, I’m with a guest.”
“I know. I scheduled it.”
Ethan looked to Jake. “Are you fine with Mr. Carlyle observing?”
Did he have a choice? Carlyle hadn’t mentioned it, but Jake couldn’t exactly say he was surprised. Fucker was completely calm as he stared Jake down.
“Yeah.” Jake blinked and looked back to Ethan. “It’s fine.”
Ethan nodded and continued. It was time, only Jake’s groin left. Ethan took a moment to restock his supplies. The towel was folded laterally. It still covered him. Ethan raised his left leg, rotating it outward for access. The wax was hot on the sensitive skin. He liked the feel of the spatula spreading it, Ethan’s hand pulling his skin taunt, the pressing down of the linen, and… Rip!
Oh god, that was good. Fuck. He heard a stifled chuckle. Jake looked up at Carlyle.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I thought you’d enjoy it.”
Ethan ignored them as he laid down another strip. Jake mumbled his assent, which seemed to encourage him. Carlyle bent to whisper in his ear. “I like watching you get hard.”
Aww… shit. He had a little chub going from the pain, not even going to think about that, and now with Carlyle’s comments his cock seemed to be taking an interest in all the attention. Naked in a room with two men and Jake’s dick decided it had its own ideas. He put his arm over his face.
Thankfully, Ethan was the consummate professional. As the towel started to lift, he ignored it to finish up that side. And when Carlyle reached over and pulled it off, he took one look at both their faces and then turned his attention to the other side.
“And here I thought you were shy.” He eyed Jake’s cock. “Maybe your best work won’t be for the camera. Do you want me to show you off in public?”
Jake groaned as Ethan ripped off another strip of hair. The hair at the base of his cock was turning out to be painful to remove. The sensation was definitely having an effect.
“I could have a crowd clamoring to watch you come apart. Watch you come.”
Carlyle’s whisperings grew louder, cruder, and Jake hardened. He blushed.
“Lovely,” Carlyle drew a finger along the newly waxed skin, “but not as gorgeous as when you’re desperate with need.” Ethan had to be able to hear everything Carlyle said, and why being humiliated like that made Jake harder confused him. He should hate it. Hate Carlyle. Instead, he was achingly hard.
“Here, I’ll help,” said Carlyle. He pulled Jake’s cock up and away from his belly so Ethan could remove the hair. Carlyle started caressing Jake’s length, his fingers running along the smooth skin easily.
“It’s hard to deny you when you want so prettily.” He ran his thumb along the head of Jake’s cock. Drawing small circles, pushing down on it, playing with the hole making it open and close. “So pretty.”
Jake was breathing deeply, trying to calm himself and ignore his body’s begging.
“Now, if I could only get you to stop denying yourself we would have even more fun, agent.” Carlyle let go and Jake’s cock slapped back against his stomach.
“All finished on this side. I need you to turn over and get on your hands and knees, please. We’re in the homestretch, now.” God. He’d forgotten about Ethan, how the guy could keep a straight face, Jake had no idea. Jesus fuck, his cock was so hard it was nearly weeping.
“I’m sorry,” Jake mumbled as he rolled over.
“It’s fine. All bodies react differently to the process,” Ethan reassured. “Spread your knees a bit more.” Jake shuffled them apart feeling exposed. “That’s great.”
He could hear Carlyle moving, and then a hum of agreement. “Yes, it is.”
Jake buried his heated face between his forearms. This was rapidly going way beyond anything he expected. Carlyle did say neck down, but he didn’t really think anyone would be looking between his ass cheeks—ever. Even when Ethan calmly mentioned it before starting, Jake didn’t really think about it. Well, he was sure as hell was thinking about it now, ass up, presenting it.
A gloved hand pulled his left cheek, holding it as the spatula smeared the warm wax across his crack. It didn’t feel invasive, and if Jake could just forget that Carlyle was standing over them watching it would probably be fine. The part he’d feared the most, his balls . . . well, that didn’t hurt at all. Thankfully, Ethan finished quickly, but before he could lower his ass, a bare hand stopped him.
“Allow me.” A cloth was slowly wiping between his cheeks, dragging along the crack. “I’ll remove the stray wax, Ethan. Would you let Al know that we’re ready for him.”
“Of course, Mr. Carlyle.” Jake heard the door open and close.
“You did very well.” Jake watched the cloth fall into the bin before Carlyle began wiping again. Removing all the tacky bits. “That’s better, isn’t it? Or do you like being sticky, agent?” Carlyle asked as he discarded the second towelette.
Jake wasn’t sure what to do. If he sat back down his cock would be waving around, but staying in this position was more uncomfortable. Especially since Carlyle’s fingers kept stroking up and down his crack, applying just the slightest increase in pressure as they passed over his butthole. Jake sure as hell wasn’t ready for anything there.
“All better,” he said sitting up. Rather have it sticking up than the alternative.
Except, that wasn’t what happened. Carlyle kept his hand under Jake’s ass. He opened his mouth to comment when Carlyle interrupted.
“We’re playing, Jake. It only stops if you say so,” said Carlyle as he rubbed his index finger across his hole.
“I didn’t—we didn’t discuss you playing with my ass,” Jake managed to get out.
“We agreed to me playing with your body.”
“But not sex.”
“I gave you a handjob,” Carlyle pointed out. “We’ve been moving forward.”
True. “Yeah, but not my ass.”
“Is your ass sacred?” The finger circled Jake’s hole. “My actions don’t seem to have a detrimental effect on your pleasure.” Carlyle looked pointedly at Jake’s cock that was not only hard, but a small bead of fluid had gathered at the tip. “In fact, you seem to be enjoying yourself even more than when Ethan was tearing out hair, which is pretty impressive since you were waving it around even then.”
Jake shook his head.
Carlyle tapped with the pads of his fingertips, and Jake’s opening unfurled enough to suck the pad of his finger in. “You can lie to yourself, agent. But this hole is hungry.” Jake’s cock jerked, and precum dribbled down his shaft. Carlyle circled the rim a few times and then pulled it out.
The brisk knocking on the door pulled Jake’s attention back to the now. “No.”
Carlyle smiled as if he’d just agreed with him. “Come in.”
Jake grabbed the towel, draping it over and using his forearm to push his cock flat. Carlyle laughed.
Al walked in. Tall and lanky with shaggy brown hair that glinted copper as he tossed his head, Al was covered in more ink than Jake had ever seen. Both arms were colorful tapestries of figures and forms, swirling, mesmerizing in their own way. Just as you figured one item out, the next came into focus.
He carried a large aluminum case that he set down to unpack. Al finished laying out his tools on the table recently vacated by Ethan. “You didn’t want the gun, so what am I doing?”
“I want you to scribe a word on our guest’s lower back using the black henna.”
“Sure thing.” Al turned to look at Jake. “This will last between one to two weeks, okay?”
Jake nodded. “Yeah, it’s good. Temporary, no problem.”
Carlyle handed Al a sheet of paper.
Al raised his eyebrows. “He’s sure about this?” Looking skeptical he started to say, “Dude, you want—“
“Yes. He does, Al.” Carlyle interrupted before the man finished, speaking for him.
“That’s fine Mr. C., but I need to hear that from him.”
One to two weeks for copies of several pertinent email exchanges. Carlyle could write ‘Princess’ for all the fucks Jake gave. “Yeah, I’m good with it.” He waved off the paper Al held out. Jake was a bit curious, but Carlyle had wanted it to be a surprise. If it were a real tattoo there’s no way he would have gone along with this, but a fortnight. Whatever. He was more concerned about how he was going to lay down without flashing someone else his ass.
I Don’t Think I Know This Dance
Didn’t feel much different than when he shaved for swim meets. Carlyle was a kinky fucker, though. And, apparently, Jake’s ass wasn’t as much of a no-go zone as he thought. He’d spent last night thinking about Carlyle and how he reacted when he played with his ass. Jake also did bit more personal research sampling porn and discovered that he liked watching men fuck. Rough fucking. Could you fantasize about something and not want to do it?
“Still no concentrated face shots, but with your new tattoo you don’t need to worry about exposure as much.”
Sure, butt-naked and taking a beating sounded like a thrill. Jeez. Jake was beginning to wish that the information Carlyle was giving him was bad so they could stop. But his team was thrilled and pushing Jake to get more. Of course, that meant Carlyle wanted more—of Jake’s ass. To get the list of names associated with the secondary shell company Carlyle wanted an all-access pass to Jake’s ass.
Carlyle reiterated their agreement. “Paddling until this ass is nice and red and then some fucking. And I get to record it for my entertainment archives; everyone loves to see a virgin taking their first cock. Ready to have fun?”
Jake grunted his assent and stripped down bare. After the spa, Jake was not as concerned about his nudity, though he did glance at Wallace. The behemoth, silent as always, stood just out of Jake’s peripheral vision, always watching. How much did Wallace see of what Carlyle got up to? How much did he know?
“Are you sure about the trade, agent?” Carlyle was smiling, holding a length of azure rope, waiting. “I wouldn’t want you to change your mind after the fact.”
“I’m sure.” Hell if he was, it wasn’t like popping his anal cherry was on his bucket list, but the FBI needed what Carlyle had, and Jake had to get it. Failure was not an option. A long vacation after this case and he could forget—everything.
Carlyle nodded and began looping the nylon rope around his wrists, binding them together. The blue was so stark against his tan; it mesmerized Jake. Carlyle tugged at Jake’s bindings, and Jake followed.
“Get up,” urged Carlyle, helping Jake to his knees. The padded leather cushioned him, legs spread wide. Carlyle hooked the loop of rope over Jake’s head, at the front of the bench. “That’s good. Now spread.” As soon as Jake did, Carlyle wrapped cuffs around his ankles, pulling them apart. He was completely exposed, on display.
Oh fuck. Jake pulled on the cuffs, testing the hold. They didn’t give, and neither did his arms. This felt different, disorienting, like he was drifting. Before, he was in charge of staying still. Now he’d given that up to Carlyle. The two sensations were nothing alike. Jake tried to shake it off, and shivered when Carlyle’s lips brushed against his ear.
“I know what you watch, agent.” Carlyle whispered, as he rubbed Jake’s naked flesh. Every nerve sparked, wide-awake at Carlyle’s fingertips. “Pretty boys—“ he tugged the hair on Jake’s head, turning it, making Jake see him. “—Who like to be used. Harshly.” Carlyle twisted his nipple cruelly.
“No.” It came out so weakly. His equilibrium felt off, as if he’d fall when Carlyle let go. He tested the rope again.
“Yes.” Carlyle’s smile was predatory. “You like to see them hurt and humiliated.” A sharp slap to his ass punctuated Carlyle’s statement, and then that same hand slid up Jake’s crack and teased his opening, the fingers pulling away to spank him, before dipping back inside him, over and over again. A warm burn spread across his cheeks, and his hole began to twitch. “Serving as a little bitch for men.”
Jake shook his head in denial. That’s not why he watched the movies. His dick throbbed.
“Nothing but a cum dump with a pair of holes.” Carlyle pinched the skin at top of Jake’s thigh where it met his ass. Damn that hurt. “Except you don’t want to hurt them, do you? You don’t want to ride their tight asses. No, pretty Jake wants to be one—A bitch.” Carlyle was rubbing the two globes of Jake’s ass together and then pulling them apart roughly, making his anus open and close. “Look at this mouth, so hungry.” And Carlyle continued to play, his thumbs pulling on either side of Jake’s hole, opening it.
“No,” he denied, shaking his head.
Carlyle’s hand smacked his ass even harder. “Liars get punished, and I know you’re lying.” There was a flurry of slaps. The sharp sound melted into the heat that bloomed on Jake’s skin. His dick hardened.
“Did you look in the mirror last night? Or were you a good boy?”
Jake hadn’t even thought about the tattoo when he got back. Distracted as he’d been by Carlyle playing with his ass and the latest proposition they’d agreed to, Jake had watched the TV until he fell asleep. He had to shower before his run this morning to remove all the crusted cum.
“You didn’t did you,” Carlyle purred, caressing him. He ran his finger up Jake’s crack and tracing the letters just above his tailbone.
“No,” Jake admitted softly.
“So good, such a perfect boy.” Carlyle blew cool air across his anus. Jake tried to wiggle away, but was trapped. He squealed when something damp glided across his hole—oh god, Carlyle’s tongue. He’d watched this last night, fantasized about it, wondering if it was good as he imagined or just nasty. Jake moaned at the pull of Carlyle’s thumbs against his hole, and groaned as another lick circled his rim.
“You should see how open you are. I can look right inside you. Do you want to know what’s written above your ass? What everyone will see on the tape?” Jake shook his head, tugging against his bonds. Carlyle stopped his attentions.
“Bitch.”
Jake moaned, “No.”
“Yes, you are.”
Torn between denying Carlyle’s statement and wanting his tongue back, Jake shook his head whining.
“That’s what it says. They’re going to see a hungry hole. A freshly fucked, used hole and they’re going to wish you were their bitch.“ Carlyle stood to side and pulled his cheeks wider apart, giving the camera had a perfect view. “Pretty, pink virgin hole that’s never tasted a cock.” His thumb brushed against the tightly furled opening. “Soon it will be sucking one down, and you’ll be begging me to do it.”
“Oh god.” Jake could feel a slick finger pushing around the rim, sliding in. Soon it was two. Uncomfortable at first, his body was trying to reject the intrusion, but soon it started to feel… Carlyle was stretching him. He could feel those fingers dragging, spreading, pushing deep. A buzz ran through his body as Carlyle rocked his fingers back and forth. “What about the paddle—”
Carlyle laughed. “We’re skipping that.”
Jake groaned as his ass was worked open. “Wh-why?” Carlyle got off on hurting Jake, and so did Jake.
“You don’t need any convincing or warming up to show everyone what a cockslut you already are.” He slid a third finger in, the lube making an obscene squelch as he pumped them in and out of Jake’s ass. “Opening up so pretty.” He rammed them in and out. “So eager, almost as if it was waiting for this. Waiting for a cock to fill it. Next time I won’t tie you up, then I can watch you fuck yourself open for me.”
Jake felt hot. He started to push back as much as he could against those fingers.
“Good boy,” Carlyle cooed. “So hungry, I’ll have to keep you filled. Plug you up.
”
He moaned loud. Jake had never imagined that his ass was so sensitive, combined with Carlyle praise and dirty talk he was close to orgasming. It felt amazing.
“Can’t wait to see you milking my cock.” Carlyle pumped them faster, plunging deep, then slowed. Circling slowly, teasing, then gone.
“Nooo…” More. He needed, needed Carlyle to give it to him.
“Tell me you want it.” Jake felt something wide, blunt against the opening, his hole. Carlyle ran the head of his cock around Jake’s rim. Pushing it wide. The burning stretch felt good, amazing. Jake wanted—more.
“Please,” he moaned softly trying to push back against it. Fingers dug into his hips, immobilizing them. Jake stopped, relishing the bruising pressure and the pain of his anus being stretched wide open. “Mmm… ” He moaned.
“No.” Carlyle smacked his ass hard. “Ask me properly, bitch. Beg for my cock in your hole.” Jake was so hard, but this sent a shiver down his spine.
“Please,” he said louder. “Fuck me.”
“That’s it,” encouraged Carlyle with a twitch of his hips. “Tell me what you want, you need.”
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