Kinked Up, page 23
“You ready to thank Clint properly?” asked Trick, glancing up to his friend. Clint was leaning on the edge of the couch, one hand down his pants while he stroked himself. Trick’s lips curled. He had barely begun.
“I’ll be good.” Nav whimpered as Trick pulled at the button on Nav’s jeans, tugging them down to reveal the pale globes of his ass and his lean legs. His cock was rock hard and leaking pre-cum everywhere. Trick knew how sensitive his sub was. In just a few touches, Nav would be done for the day.
Trick stood and strolled to the cupboard, reaching for the things that he had requested Clint put there before they arrived. He hadn’t checked for them, not wanting to give away the torturous surprise.
“I know you will be.” He returned to Nav with his presents concealed behind his back. “But I know you can’t help yourself, so I’ll help you instead.” He reached for Nav’s cock, slapping the cold pack over it.
It wasn’t frozen, merely chilled, but it would have been torture against Nav’s heated skin. Nav shrieked, kicking out at Trick and struggling against his binds. “What the fuck?”
He loves surprises. Nav’s eyes rolled back as Trick held the pack to his groin, following every one of Nav’s movements as he tried to pull away. “Be still, or do I have to chain you to the wall? I can do it. I have the entire room at my disposal. What else do you think I have hidden here?”
Nav groaned, trembling as a few tears leaked from his eyes. His teeth chattered as his cock started to go soft, shrinking away from the cold the only way it could.
“What’s your color, slut?” Trick asked, as Nav bucked beneath him, sweat clinging to his body, despite the cold.
“Green.”
Pulling the plastic cock cage from his pocket, Trick eased it onto Nav’s softening cock before his sub could even protest. Nav’s eyes went wide as he realized what it was. Trick hoped his sub was thinking of the threat Trick had tossed at him to place the first seeds of the scene in his mind.
“You’ll wait, slut, even if I have to cage your cock so you can’t come for a month.”
The cage was a flexible silicone contraption that was easy enough to put on, but unyielding once it was strapped over Nav’s cock. It encased him completely, with only his strangled balls and the slit of his cock exposed.
“I chose your favorite color. Do you like it, slut?” said Trick as he locked it into place. He had stolen one of Nav’s toys from his drawer, taking it with him to the store so the shade matched perfectly.
Nav groaned as he looked down at the cage, trying to shut his legs to hide his squished cock. Trick pushed them right back open, his eyes wide so he didn’t miss a single moment.
“I don’t want you to come until I’m finished with you.” Trick squeezed the silicone cage, taking a deep breath to rein in his own control. Nav whimpered, pre-cum somehow still oozing through the slit of the cage.
“Oh God, Trick. Please fuck me,” said Nav, fluttering his eyes closed.
“Will you thank Clint?” asked Trick, tapping Nav’s balls just hard enough to sting. Nav shook his head, biting his lip as he caged cocked bounced.
“I don’t need to beat you to make you scream, slut,” said Trick, dropping his mouth over the cage and sucking it into his mouth. Beneath the strong taste of silicone was pure Nav, his pre-cum salty as it spread over Trick’s tongue. He pulled back with a chuckle as Nav cursed.
He could imagine what it would feel like to have his cock trapped while he desperately tried to get hard, the pressure so intense that it was beyond words.
“Is that all you can take, Nav? My poor slut is ready to tap out before I’ve even touched you,” said Trick as Nav whimpered, trying to close his legs again. Nav went taut beneath him as he opened his eyes, pinning Trick with a glare. Trick knew exactly how to get his boyfriend riled and taking advantage of it during a scene was even hotter than he’d expected.
“Is that all you’ve got, asshole?” Nav snarled, kicking out at Trick, his blow skimming off Trick harmlessly.
Trick gripped Nav by his shoulders, hauling him to his feet before he pressed him face-first against the closest wall. With three clicks, Nav’s hands were free of the ties and bound into two padded shackles above his head. He didn’t even try to struggle until Trick kicked his legs wide, snapping his ankles into another set of padded shackles.
Nav was completely on display, his cock to the wall and his pale ass bared to the room. His skin was so smooth and flawless. Even the welts that they’d feared would scar had healed to perfection. Trick just wanted to ruin him.
Trick ran his hand down the seam of Nav’s ass, teasing Nav’s furled hole that practically begged him to sink inside. Nav’s breath hitched as he pulled against his restraints.
“Look at this hole,” said Trick, making another pass at Nav’s entrance before scraping his nails gently over his pucker. Nav hissed, arching his back. “We could do anything to you and there’s no way you could stop us. How many times could we fuck you before you broke? The first fuck would hurt the most. Even if I slick my cock, I won’t stretch you out. A slut like you doesn’t deserve it. Clint likes them tight, too. He likes to ram his cock into places that it normally wouldn’t fit. I think we could both slide into your ass at the same time with you bound to that table.”
“You’d break me,” said Nav, tugging at his bonds. His fear was so beautiful. Whether it was real or an act, it didn’t feel false. Nav was in as deep as Trick was. A peace washed over him—something that had only ever happened with Nav.
“What’s your color, slut?”
Nav’s ‘green’ was nearly a shout.
He strolled to the cabinet again, grabbing something he had given to Clint along with the cock cage. Grabbing a packet of lube from the many he had strewn around the room, he coated the dark surface with a full packet before he strolled back to Nav, lining it up with his hole.
Nav had shown an interest in toys that was nearly parallel to Trick’s own enthusiasm that he’d kept to himself for a long time—another thing that Nav had freed him of. Ten years with only a flogger and some rope, but that was over now.
“I brought a present for you, slut.” He started pushing the plug inside Nav, going slow so that he could watch Nav part around the shiny black surface. He paused as he reached the widest part, listening to Nav’s moans before he sank it all the way inside. Nav’s ass sucked it in like it was meant to be there, closing around the narrow neck that was barely wider than Trick’s finger.
“Did you figure out what it is yet?” asked Trick as he pumped the inflatable plug once. With a rush of air, it grew in Nav’s ass, splitting him just a hair wider than he had been a moment before.
Nav let out a low groan as Trick pumped it a few more times, watching the narrow base that hardly changed. Inside he knew it was growing and splitting Nav wide with each pump, getting him ready for whatever Trick wanted to do to him. He knew exactly how many pumps Nav could take and just how far he could push him until he broke.
“It’s too much,” said Nav, crying out when Trick pumped it again, forcing the swelling bulb into every tight place in Nav’s body.
“No, it’s not,” said Trick, pumping the plug twice more in quick succession. Nav was almost at his limit. So close. “It’s pressing right against your prostate, and I bet that makes you want to come so bad. It’s a good thing I caged your cock to keep that from happening.”
“Trick, I need to come. I need it.” Nav pulled against the wrist restraints, sobbing when he couldn’t budge them.
Trick tugged at the base of the plug, watching as he slowly revealed the black surface that stretched Nav’s hole to its limits. He paused as he reached the widest part, now swollen twice what it had been when he’d first pushed it inside. With a grin, he shoved the plug back inside, pumping twice more so it would swell even larger inside Nav.
He dropped the pump, strolling to the couch before sitting next to Clint. Clint stared at him with a rosy blush across his cheeks—something that Trick had rarely seen.
“He’s very different from Theo,” said Clint quietly as Trick threw his arm over the back of the couch, admiring how Nav trembled and searched for Trick over his shoulder.
“He’s a good slut,” said Trick, schooling his expression even when he wanted to beam. He lowered his voice. “I wanted to check in with you before things go further. I know that consensual non-consent isn’t one of your limits, but I’m worried I might trigger you.”
“I’m good,” said Clint, clearing his throat. “I would have a hard time leaving, even if you asked me to.” His flush deepened and Trick let out a wicked grin.
Trick nodded before pulling himself off the couch and marching back to his sub. He had an ass to ravish.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Nav
The pressure was the most intense thing that Nav had ever felt. His cock was being compressed from all angles, compacted into a tiny cage when all it wanted to do was stand proud.
But the plug was the worst part. He’d never used it before, although he’d watched them in use online and had glanced longingly at it a few times. He’d never imagined it would feel like this—like the biggest cock he’d ever taken, pressing on his prostate and milking his cum that had nowhere to go.
And Trick had left him, chatting with Clint on the couch as if Nav didn’t even exist—as if he didn’t matter. Goosebumps burst over his skin. Please, let me come.
He sank into himself, the pressure and the pleasure-pain taking over every sense. He wanted everything that Trick had for him, even if that meant sucking another man’s cock. Do I want to? Yes. Clint’s cock looked thick and suckable through his pants, and he did deserve a thank you.
He blinked. Trick was back, the pressure in his ass easing with a hiss of air. Nav lolled his head, resting his forehead on the wall. The chains that connected his cuffs jingled, a distant sound that relaxed him more than it should have. He didn’t have to worry about moving and resisting—not with Trick there. Trick would take care of him.
“You floating, baby?” It was Trick’s voice, sounding like it was miles away, even though Nav could feel the warm breath on his skin. He nodded slowly, wanting to beg, but unsure of what he wanted to say. Did he want to come? Or did he need Trick inside him more? He couldn’t choose.
“Good, boy.” Trick pulled him by his hair until Nav’s forehead came away from the wall and his back arched. “I’m going to let you go and you will crawl to Clint. If you struggle or try to run, I’ll punish you.”
Nav nodded in understanding. His ankles were released, followed by his wrists and his calm evaporated in a puff of air. He wasn’t going to crawl to Clint. He wasn’t usually embarrassed, but crawling naked was fucking humiliating.
He rounded on Trick, who was watching him with crystal-blue eyes that were narrowed and analyzing Nav’s every move. Nav laughed, swinging his hand for Trick’s face. It connected with a sharp ring, the sting on his palm mirroring the sting on his own cheek.
That was not in the script, but none of it had been so far. Why the hell had they even planned it? So he could deceive me. So he could push me and break me. Nav had to show Trick that he wasn’t that easy.
He lunged for Trick, overestimating his adrenaline-fueled strength and sending them both tumbling to the floor. The anti-fatigue mats across the ground took most of the impact, but Trick’s head still bounced, his eyes narrowing as he snarled.
Having the upper hand, even if it was only for a moment, was the single most powerful moment of Nav’s life. He was on top of a man who never submitted. Nav was in control, and he wasn’t going to give it up easily.
Trick rolled them with ease and Nav’s back hit the mat, pushing the air from his lungs, all thoughts of victory dashed. Trick pushed Nav’s arms above his head easily, clamping down on his wrists as Nav writhed. Trick kicked Nav’s legs wide, fumbling with his own zipper and pulling his cock free.
“The hard way, then,” Trick snarled, somehow rolling a condom onto himself one handed before pushing Nav’s knees up and forcing himself deep inside.
Even after the plug, Trick split him wide, forcing his body to accept an intrusion that it could barely handle. There was enough lube left from the plug that Trick slid in easily, though. Even if Nav clamped down, there was no way to stop Trick from pushing so deep so fast.
His cock ached, longing for release as the pressure built in his balls and Trick slammed into his prostate. Nav didn’t stop struggling for a moment. He tried to push Trick out of his body, and when that didn’t work, he slammed his heels into Trick’s back, bucking his hips to try to break Trick’s hold.
Trick didn’t budge as he thrust his cock, forcing Nav wide over and over until he was at his breaking point.
Then he was beyond, spiraling and floating and screaming as Trick took everything Nav had to give. It was beautiful, it was perfect and it was everything Nav had ever dreamed of.
When Trick settled his hips against him one last time, he breathed against Nav’s ear lobe, sending him so far under that Nav knew he would be lost for days.
“Perfect, Nav. So fucking perfect for me.”
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It’s a Kink Thing: Unkinked
M.C. Roth
Excerpt
Derreck
Derreck killed his car’s engine, letting his eyes fall shut as he leaned back against the leather seat. He could barely keep his eyes open as exhaustion pulled at him, sinking into his weary bones until his frame was thinly stretched.
The seat was comfortable enough that he could almost imagine himself drifting off to the sound of gentle ticking as the Mustang slowly cooled. The air conditioning faded, draining his hope for restful peace as sweat beaded on his forehead. Wiping it away, he let out one last sigh before he opened the door.
Even warmer air coated him as he stepped onto the pavement, his sweat drying under the sun almost instantly. A single shriveled maple on the street hung limp, its leaves barely managing to hold on as the sun baked them black. He rubbed his eyes as his shoes kicked up enough dust to blind an army within a few steps.
Stumbling on the curb, Derreck managed to catch himself on the lamp post that jutted out of the edge of the sidewalk. His palm burned as it touched the heated surface, a gasp pushing through his lips.
Usually it wouldn’t bother him—the pain. It was a part of life that he could easily ignore or twist into something much better—but not when he’d gone weeks without a decent night’s sleep.
He’d thrown himself into his work, pulling more hours than anyone else, all to avoid the enthralling eyes of the sub that haunted his dreams. If only it had worked.
“Are you okay?”
He turned toward the voice as it trickled into his thoughts. The street was empty. Even the plant that hung from the lamp post was nothing more than a few dried twigs and a bunch of dehydrated pansies. He paused, raising his hand to block his eyes from the sun’s glare.
The voice had sounded close, but he couldn’t spy anyone as he looked around before noting the white door of his destination and the Office Depot across the street. I must be worse off than I thought.
There was usually no one to see him coming and going in this part of town, which was exactly how he liked it. There were a few other cars parked along the curb, and he recognized them all except the red Toyota next to him.
He huffed, ready to turn away, before something caught his eye. The Corolla’s windows were down, the sun baking the exposed gray-cloth interior with heat waves escaping through the openings. It wasn’t a car that should have had its windows down in a place with nobody around.
Derreck took a step toward the car before peering through the passenger window. In the driver’s seat was a man who must’ve been one step away from heatstroke, especially with his black sweater that probably soaked up warmth that much quicker. The interior was tidy, except for a few empty bottles of water stacked on the passenger seat.
Derreck had chosen a baby-blue tank top and jeans himself, but he wished he could pull his tank over his head and dunk himself in the nearest swimming pool.
Leaning over the side of the car, Derreck touched the hood, hissing as heat lanced over his palm. I am going to be useless tonight. Shaking his hand, he leaned down to get a better look at the driver.
The driver was flushed, his face a healthy pink and his brown hair soaked with sweat so thick that it looked nearly back. His sweater clung to him, the fabric dark in almost every spot on his rail-thin body. The man gave Derreck a broad smile, sending a small wave as Derreck peered into the steaming interior.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” said the man, leaning back in his seat and adjusting the strap over his chest. “I saw you stumble and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Okay? Derreck couldn’t keep the disbelief off his face. He didn’t even have the energy to turn the question back at the guy who was sweating his ass off in a car when it was sweltering, even in the shade. He didn’t want to know.
“I’m good, thanks,” said Derreck, slapping the top of the car as he turned away. You should ask him if he’s okay. Derreck bit down on the urge as it rose behind his teeth. He had too much on his plate, and he couldn’t take one more ounce of anyone else’s shit before he exploded.
But how many times had he stopped things just before they had been about to go to shit? Too many to count.
“You waiting for someone?” Derreck asked, clenching his fists as he paused on the street. The sun soaked into his shoulders, fresh sweat gathering at the base of his neck. Sweet air conditioning was only a few steps away, but this man was so much worse off than him—sitting in his car…in a fucking sweater.
