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  “Fuck, he looks like he’s good at that,” a voice from beside me whispered.

  Damon chuckled. “That mouth is pure gold.” He gazed down at me, smiling, and my chest swelled when he stroked the back of my head, his fingers unexpectedly gentle. I resumed my task, determined to do him proud.

  “This your boy, Damon?” A deep voice from behind me, the huge guy who’d spoken to me.

  My heart hammered, but I kept on licking and sucking the thick cock, my gaze focused on Damon’s furred belly, my head bobbing faster.

  Damon tugged the hair on the back of my head, jerking my head up, his dick pulling free. When our eyes met, he smiled. “Let’s say he’s applying for the position.”

  That did it. If this weekend was my audition, I was going to blow Damon’s mind.

  Starting with blowing him.

  I reapplied myself to the task of giving Damon the best blow job he’d ever received.

  “Okay to touch?”

  I stuttered in my task but kept on going, eyes straight ahead.

  “Be my guest. Just don’t fuck him.”

  I nearly choked on his cock. He pulled free of my mouth and then Damon’s fingers were under my chin, lifting it so that I was looking him in the eye. He smiled. “We’ll keep that for later, hmm?” he said quietly.

  Oh. My. God.

  Warm hands stroked their way down my naked back, and I tried not to jump when they reached the swell of my ass. “This looks pretty hot from where I’m standing.” I shivered as fingers pressed against the back seam of my shorts. “You going to RD’s party tonight?”

  “You bet.” Damon’s eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t repress the shudder that rippled through me. He guided his cock between my parted lips, and I resumed sucking him, my tongue tracing the heavy vein that ran along the side of his shaft. He nodded in approval again, hips moving fluidly as he glided in and out of my mouth.

  “Any chance I can play with him there?”

  Damon cackled. “You just want to fuck that hot little ass.”

  Those hands squeezed my butt. “Damn straight.” I almost choked on Damon’s dick for the second time when an insistent finger pried its way under the leather, like it was trying to burrow down my crack.

  “What’s his cock like?”

  Damon chuckled. “Sorry, Tate, he’s in chastity.”

  “Aw, fuck.”

  Damon’s gaze was focused on my face as he spoke to Tate. “His hole is all yours, however.” He stared at me, and I knew what he was waiting for. My safe word.

  As if to confirm my thoughts, Damon pierced me with another hard stare. “That okay with you, Pete?” He pulled back, easing his cock free.

  My heart thumped like a car stereo, the bass turned all the way up. “Yes, Sir.” I fought to keep my voice even.

  Damon regarded Tate behind me. “He has a tight, hungry little hole that sucks your fingers right in.”

  That got my heart racing. I breathed heavily, sweat popping out on my forehead as a warm body pressed up against my back and a firm hand slid around my waist to stroke my belly. Lips pressed against my neck, sending shivers through me.

  I groaned softly around Damon’s fat dick, pleasure trickling through me all the way to my balls.

  “Does that feel good?” Damon’s voice was low as he continued to thrust into my mouth, an unhurried glide in and out that pushed deeper each time.

  I nodded. Speech was out of the question. However, I managed a gasp when two fingers found their way down the back of my loosened shorts, and rubbed over my pucker. I strove to keep still, to concentrate on Damon’s cock, but fuck, between that and the hot finger tapping against my hole, I was fighting a losing battle.

  When a wet finger slowly penetrated my ass, I wanted to cry out because oh my God, it felt good. A mouthful of cock solved that issue, which was probably a good thing. The street was by no means quiet, but I was pretty sure the distinctive sound of someone moaning, “Fuck, yeah,” loudly would have been a bit of a giveaway that some form of sex was taking place.

  “Fuck, he is tight, ain’t he?” Tate hissed, sliding his finger deeper inside me. Seconds later Damon pulled free and my mouth was invaded by two fingers. “Get them good and wet,” Tate instructed.

  I complied, but after a second or two he removed them and now two fingers worked their way inside me. My mouth was full of hot, hard cock and Tate began fucking my ass in time with Damon’s thrusts. I pushed back, wanting more, moaning softly around the full shaft. When his fingers nudged my sweet spot, I shuddered violently and sucked harder on Damon’s dick.

  “That’s it, boy,” Damon praised, hips bucking, his body shaking. “Time we drew this to a close.” He seemed breathless, thrusting faster, his dick going deeper. “You’re going to swallow what I give you.”

  I was more than ready to taste his cum again.

  But when the moment came, it did so not with a bang but a whimper. Heat filled my shorts as a flood of cum poured from my imprisoned cock, but it was nowhere as satisfying as an orgasm. Slowly Tate removed his fingers and I felt their loss instantly. However, I pushed aside my own feelings of frustration and focused on bringing Damon off. I bobbed my head faster, working his length until his body stiffened. I pulled back slightly when Damon’s shaft swelled, his warm cum filling my mouth. I drank every drop, suckling on the head to get the last bit of it, until Damon’s harsh breaths told me his dick was too sensitive for me to continue.

  Tate’s hands rested on my shoulders and warm breath wafted against my ear. “I look forward to seeing this tight little ass at the party tonight,” he whispered. Tremors jolted me at the thought of what plans this huge man had for my poor little hole. Will Damon let him fuck me? Because right then I wasn’t sure I wanted that. Sure, I’d liked the idea all those weeks ago when Damon had suggested sharing me with a group of his friends, but now that it was looking like a possibility…

  Then I relaxed. If I say no, then it’s no. That was the whole point about limits, right?

  Damon stroked my cheek and tilted my head up to look at him. “You did well, boy.” His eyes were warm.

  My heart soared to hear the words. I’d pleased him.

  He reached under my pits and hoisted me to my feet before kissing me on the mouth. “I can still taste my cum,” he murmured against my lips. “And if you do as well tonight, you get to come.” He grinned. “The cage is coming off.” When he wrapped his arms around me and held me against his warm body, his hands on my back, I melted into the embrace.

  I was determined to do well. I wanted more of this, more of Damon.

  And if that meant agreeing to let myself be fucked by his friends, then that was what I’d do.

  Anything to keep him in my life.

  Party time

  As parties went, it was pretty basic but it was all that was required. Black vinyl sheets covered the floor, black plastic covered what furniture remained, and RD had set up a couple of slings and two benches. He’d provided condoms, lube, cum towels and bottles of water. Perfect.

  As per the invite, it was a ‘Bring Your Own Toys’ party, not that I’d brought much. Pete kept trying to sneak a peek into my backpack, except he wasn’t all that subtle about it.

  “You’ll see soon enough,” I told him with a snicker. I had to admit, he looked damn good. That jock framed his ass cheeks perfectly, and his dick was already straining against it, now free of the cage. The new collar I’d bought from Mr. S looked amazing around his neck, but this time I’d left off the leash.

  He was staring at his surroundings, taking it all in. I loved how his eyes lit up when he saw the sling, which was good because I had plans for that. Then he took a really good look and froze.

  There were maybe ten or eleven guys at the party. Tate, Ray and Jake were already utilizing the sling, and Ray looked like he was in heaven. Jake was in Ray’s ass up to his elbow and Ray’s loud moans were bouncing off the walls, until Tate stepped up and filled his mouth with a hard cock.

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sp; I stepped closer to Pete and leaned in to whisper. “Let’s not run before we can walk, hey?” I chuckled.

  Jesus. Pete’s head jerked round so fast I swore he’d have whiplash. “We’re going to do… that?”

  I held up one hand and wiggled my fingers at him. “I think this is more than enough to go up your ass, wouldn’t you say?”

  He nodded so vehemently that I burst out laughing.

  “Relax. And besides, Ray has been taking Jake’s arm for probably half your lifetime. That works for them. That doesn’t mean it works for me, all right?”

  “Gotcha.” His breathing eased down a notch and he relaxed visibly. I glanced around the room and spied a heavy wooden chair with a padded seat. Exactly what I needed.

  “I think you need something to focus you,” I said quietly, guiding him toward the chair. I stopped beside it and grinned at him. “How long has it been since I gave you a good spanking?”

  I saw the disappointment that flickered in his eyes. It didn’t take a genius to work out what he was thinking. He brings me to a sex party to spank me? I smiled inwardly, doing my best to ignore the fluttery, empty feeling deep in my stomach. Oh, I have such plans for you, boy.

  “Cat got your tongue? I take it you want to be spanked?”

  To his credit, the only words out of his mouth were, “Yes, Sir.”

  I sat on the chair and gestured to my lap. “Across me.”

  He lay down over my knees, his crotch between them, his hands reaching down to prop himself up, feet off the floor. I stroked his warm ass, his cheeks round but firm.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” Tate winked at me from across the room. “And you know I want in there later, right?”

  I chuckled. “Once I’ve got it warmed up.” Another leisurely rub over both cheeks, before I brought my hand down hard with a loud smack.

  “Ugh.” Pete’s body jolted a little, but he settled back down. I rubbed over where the blow had landed and then smacked the other cheek. For the next five minutes I kept it up, not keeping to a pattern to keep him off balance.

  Time to change things up a little.

  I pushed at the leg farthest from me, until he bent it and his foot came to rest on the floor. I pulled his cheeks apart and leaned down to blow cool air over his hole, watching the puckered skin tighten. I reached between his spread legs to pull aside his jock and fondle his cock and balls, listening to how the sounds issuing from his lips changed from grunts to soft moans of pleasure. I landed another blow before going right back to squeezing his dick and nuts, alternating between the two activities until he was writhing on my knee.

  This time I made sure my smack landed right over his crack. He shuddered, and I rubbed gently over his hole with my middle finger, earning me a low, primal noise of appreciation. I gripped his cock while I spanked him, blow after blow, feeling his length jerk and stiffen with each smack.

  “Yeah, you like this, don’t you?” I gave him a particularly hard crack, where his ass met the top of his thigh.

  “Y-yes, sir,” he stammered out. When I did it again, he grunted and tilted his ass high as if begging for more.

  I didn’t want it to be said that I didn’t give my boy what he needed.

  By the time I was done spanking him, his cheeks were bright red. Except I knew I wasn’t finished.

  “Stand up,” I instructed him. “And take off that jock.”

  Pete clambered off my knee and hurriedly removed it. He stood in front of me, his cock rigid and poking straight up.

  I grinned. “Yeah, you really did like that, didn’t you?” Pete did that adorable flush of his.

  “Lord, look at that.” Jake whistled. “Bet that ass is toasty warm right now.” He stood beside Ray while he wiped down his arm. Ray was looking blissed out, lying limp on the sling bed.

  I snickered. “Yeah, and I’m not done with it yet.” I slapped my thighs. “Bring your ass right here, boy.” When Pete frowned, I smiled. “Ever play wheelbarrow when you were a kid? That’s what I want, your ass right in front of me, your legs on either side of my waist, your thighs on mine.”

  He turned his back to me and crouched, lifting one leg at a time until he was leaning on his forearms, legs spread wide, and that gorgeous ass right where I wanted it.

  I couldn’t resist.

  I spread those firm cheeks, bent over as far as I could and licked slowly over his hole.

  “Oh fuck,” he said softly, his body trembling, his head lowering to the vinyl covered floor.

  I wanted more of those soft moans, those low cries of pleasure. I wanted to get him to the point where Pete was begging me to fuck him.

  I prized those downy cheeks apart and stretched his hole wide, before dipping again to plunge my tongue into its heat. Then I did it again. And again. And again, until Pete was shaking, his cries louder. Only then did I sink a finger into that dark warmth, aiming for his gland.

  Pete shuddered. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, pushing back, chasing the sensation.

  “Yeah, you like it when I finger you.” I reached down to where his solid dick pointed toward the floor, and grasped it around the base. Pete jerked his hips to fuck my hand, until I squeezed him tightly. “Be still.”

  He froze, his breathing loud and uneven. I held onto his thick shaft and proceeded to fuck his hole with my finger, his tremors growing more pronounced with every slide of my fingertip over his prostate. I kept it up for as long as I could, before slowly pulling free and leaving him there on my lap, still shaking.

  “Throw me some lube, Tate?” For what I intended, spit wouldn’t be enough.

  Tate tossed me a packet. When I’d slicked up my fingers, I eased two of them into Pete’s still tight channel. He shuddered, his ass pushing back toward me, and I chuckled. “Greedy boy. Patience.” I fucked him with them for a minute or two, loving the sounds that poured out of him, the obvious moans of satisfaction. When I added a third, he stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and meeting each glide of my fingers deep into his rectum.

  I paused and bent over his ass. “Want to try a fourth?”

  Pete’s groan was answer enough.

  Keeping my thumb free, I eased four fingers into him, taking my time. It was a tight fit, but after a while his hole loosened, and I was able to gently move them in and out of him.

  I stilled, my fingers resting inside his warm ass. “Does that feel good?”

  Pete tried to twist around to look at me, but I growled out, “Eyes forward.” His head dropped back to the floor, his shoulders hunched over. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

  “It feels fucking good, just don’t keep stopping!” The words burst out of him.

  I let out a cackle. “Who’s in charge here?” I moved my fingers, filling him until the tip of my thumb was almost in there too. “Look at that beautiful hole, stretched wide for me. One day it’ll be my hand inside you, fucking you.”

  “God, you’re such a fucking tease!”

  I slid them in and out, the sound slick and wet. “You’re like hot silk inside there, boy.” A little faster, rougher than before. Pete’s hips bucked and he moaned.

  He moaned even louder when I stopped and withdrew my finger, leaving his hole stretched and gaping.

  He was ready for my surprise.

  * * * * * *

  My hole felt so empty.

  I ached for Damon to fill it again, but he’d gone quiet on me. I didn’t dare turn around, not after the first time. All I could do was wait, my body taut, my skin tingling all over.

  “Remember when you had me tied to your bed, Petey-boy?”

  Oh… fuck.

  “Yeah,” I replied cautiously. Ice trickled down my spine. Oh God, it’s payback time.

  “Remember how much you enjoyed fucking me with that dildo? That long, thick dildo?” He sounded gleeful. That was when I knew I was in for it—or at least my ass was.

  Before I could think of how to respond, something nudged my hole. Something slick and cold—and big.

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nbsp; “Breathe,” Damon said quietly. “Let your ass take it in.”

  Whatever he was aiming to fuck me with was unyielding. It was cold and hard, like…

  “That’s a glass dildo, isn’t it?” I breathed deeply, trying to relax, and was rewarded when the dildo slid into my slick channel. Fuck, I could feel how it stretched me wide. I was so full.

  Damon said nothing, but instead he inched the dildo a little farther inside me. Goosebumps broke out over my arms and chest. “Why does that feel… different?” I’d used a dildo before, but it had never sent waves of pleasure breaking over me.

  “That would be the little bumps all over it.” He slid it deeper, and I pushed out a loud groan when it nudged my sweet spot. “There we go.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

  The urge to say another word left me when Damon began to fuck me with the dildo, and I met his thrusts, wanting more. The hairs on my arms stood on end and my breath left me in short, harsh bursts. I couldn’t push back hard enough: all I wanted to do was impale myself on that solid glass phallus and have it slide over my gland again and again. But my position rendered that possibility null and void, and I was forced to take what he gave me.

  One glance told me we were the center of attention. All other activity had ceased as the men stood around, their eyes fixed on the pair of us. Ray was out of the sling and leaning against Jake, still looking like he was out of it.

  “Let me hear you,” Damon called out, bringing my attention back to him.

  “What do you want to hear?” I panted. “How much I wish it was your cock inside me, instead of a piece of cold, hard glass?” It felt good, felt fantastic—but it wasn’t Damon.

  His hand was warm on my ass, stroking and squeezing me, while he fucked me faster, those bumps on the glass shaft sending sparks dancing up and down my spine, sending me higher.

  Tate squatted in front of me, his fingers gripping my chin to tilt my head upward. With his other hand he held out his dick, fatter than Damon’s, pre-come dripping from the slit. “How about this? Want to feel this reaming that tight ass?”