Page 191 of The Menagerie

“You’ll get more when I say you get more.”

“Not fair…,” Mal complains, torn between pressing into Rowan’s hand and pulling away from the pain.

Smack!

Rowan slaps Mal’s outer thigh hard, skin blossoming red from the impact.

“Nng!”

“That’s enough whining.”

“I wouldn’t have to—”

Smack! Smack!

Two more sharp blows against his thigh, Rowan’s palm stinging with the force of the hits.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Rowan reaches back, pressing hard against the prostate massager and driving it deeper into Mal’s ass.

“Fuck!”

“That’s better.”

Mal moans again, hands balling into fists in his cuffs and teeth digging into his lower lip.

After a long while of teasing touches, Rowan takes pity on him, dipping his hand inside Mal’s jockstrap and releasing his cock from its confines. He’s so fucking hard, leaking profusely, and Rowan slicks up his hand and pumps him once, twice, spreading the precome around his cock.

He grabs the masturbator, slicks it with lube and brings it to the very tip of Mal’s cock, teasing the edge of it at his head. Mal’s hips fly forward, instantly trying to get more of himself into the toy, a gasped moan escaping his lips.

His abs flex and strain as his hips undulate in the desperate attempt to fuck deeper into the toy. It’s like his body can’t decide between shifting his hips back onto the prostate massager and forward into the masturbator, making him twitch wildly and rock forward and backward with little coordination. It’s the hottest fucking thing Rowan’s ever seen. If he could spend the rest of his life watching Mal in the throes of pleasure, he’d do so in a heartbeat.

Rowan works the masturbator over Mal’s cock in torturously slow pumps, deliberately ignoring Mal’s moans and bitten-off pleas for more. He throws in the occasional twist, tightening his grip around the toy as he eases it toward the tip of Mal’s cock.

In no time, Mal’s babbling.

“Rowan… gonna come—”

“Don’t,” Rowan orders. “If you come, I’m not stopping.”

Mal whines, eyes screwed shut as he fights through what must be the overwhelming pleasure from the massager inside him and the masturbator working quicker and quicker over his cock.

“Fu-fuck! Gonna…!”

Rowan pulls away the masturbator immediately, watching as Mal’s body shudders from the sudden lack of stimulation.

“Fuck!” Mal whines, hips thrusting against nothing.

Rowan presses him firmly against the cross as Mal’s cock twitches in the air. A few excruciatingly slow moments pass as Mal’s body calms down and his eyes blink back open.

“Good,” Rowan praises, trailing a hand down the side of his cheek.

Rowan tugs the fabric of the jockstrap to the side, exposing Mal’s balls. He retrieves the vibrator from the table, turns the wand to the lowest setting, and nestles the head behind Mal’s tight balls.

The buzz dulls as it touches Mal’s sensitive skin, making him jump.

“Ohhh!” he gasps.

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