Page 30 of Stealing the Merman

Darin nodded, and his hole clenched deliciously when the toy gave another shove. It was too much, too good. The plug was of monstrous size, thoroughly pleasuring Darin each time it moved by a fraction of an inch.

Finn crawled on top of him, causing Darin to shiver as his silky skin glided over him. His weight settled on Darin, a heavy comfort, trapping his cock between them and applying consummate pressure. The ring around Darin’s root increased his sensitivity, doubling the effect of each touch and rub. Darin parted his lips, and Finn accepted the invitation to claim his mouth. His fingertips massaged Darin’s scalp, making him hum. This was perfect. He wrapped his legs around Finn’s lower half, holding him close. His cock twitched, and right then, the plugwriggled.

Darin gasped against Finn’s lips. The toy moved and adjusted, snaking through his widened tunnel. Its power rolled through him, and Darin’s eyelids fluttered. His toes curled, his hands clung to the rope. The plug probed and searched him. Darin knew what it was looking for, couldn’t wait for it to tease him. He kissed Finn harder, wrapped his legs tighter around him. He wanted this, wanted him. The toy curved and when it brushed Darin’s prostate, he screamed his pleasure into Finn’s mouth.

The plug undulated, or perhaps it was his hole, or maybe both, simultaneously in unsurpassed harmony. He shuddered in Finn’s arms. He didn’t understand why Finn did this or did this to him, but he appreciated it beyond measure. Held and pleasured, no one had taken care of him like this. Another nudge to his prostate made him jerk, but Finn pinned him. There was no getting away for Darin. The rope around his wrists, Finn’s weight on him, the vice grip around his cock’s base and the enormous plug ravishing his hole made it clear whom he belonged to. He was Finn’s.

“I’m yours,” he said into the kiss, and he wondered if it was possible to belong to two people at once.Yes, said his heart.

Finn smiled against his lips, flicking his tongue across the lower one. Butterflies erupted in Darin’s stomach. His insides tightened, and the plug plunged into his love spot.

He shouted and reared up, pressing into Finn, his solid form keeping him in place. Darin dropped a harsh groan and rolled his hips. More, more, more. Finn responded and ground into him, rubbing his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Darin panted.

His lust spiked, orgasm lurking in the straining of his pelvic muscles, in the climbing of his balls. In answer, the ring around his root tightened, and the one around his sack labored to keep it away from his body. Bloody hell, that thing wasn’t going to let him come.

Finn was unreal, with soft skin and hair, that gorgeous smile, those eyes, his unbelievable skills in delivering pleasure. The heat of his body permeated Darin, pervading him until he glowed. He kissed Finn, tasting him. The plug prodded his gland, and he moaned. Had it not been for those wicked rings, the plug and Finn’s presence would have been sufficient to get him off. But the rings worked against him.

“I can’t come like this,” he said, tearing his lips from Finn’s. “Those rings… I…”

The remainder of his sentence shattered when Finn reached between his legs, thumbed the toy and it started vibrating. Vibrating against his prostate. Darin choked on a moan as he shook with the heavy throb deep inside his anus. Pulsations nailed his sweet spot. They made his ass sing. His cock jerked wildly between them, desperate for climax. His balls fought the ring, lifting despite it.

He writhed and squirmed, trying to find a way to expel all that pent-up energy coursing through him. Every muscle quivered, ready to let loose and convulse in orgasm.

If the plug had a mind of its own, it took Darin‘s reactions as encouragement. The vibrations increased, came harder, faster and then faster again. They beat Darin, and lust zapped through him, through his needy hole, his twitching cock.

“The toy will force you to come dry,” Finn said in his ear. Darin didn’t comprehend his words. “The rings are tight, aren’t they? They will only let you come when you’re so keyed up, you’d pass out if you didn’t. But they’ll keep all that precious cum inside you. You’ve come twice already, and I don’t want you to trickle when you orgasm. I want you to gush. Or come dry. This is going to be a dry one. Your pretty cock will orgasm, twitching and surging, but your seed will stay here.”

He propped himself up on one arm and closed a hand around Darin’s balls. How easily Finn could hurt him. Destroy him. But Finn was kind. All he did was take care of him, make him feel good. He fondled his sack, feather-light touches sending tingles up Darin’s spine. They spread over his body, into his limbs, to his scalp and into his toes. The plug thrummed against his prostate with murderous intensity.

Darin clamped down on the toy, which only made the vibrations rattle him harder. He gasped, his hole giving a pitiful, useless push against the plug destroying him. Darin had thought the rings would be powerful enough to contain his climax but with the rapid pulsations and Finn’s touch, he was hurtling toward orgasm.

“Come for me,” Finn said, and Darin obeyed.

His cock straightened and jerked, the unforgiving, constricting grip around his root forcing him to come without spilling a drop. It didn’t stop his balls from shuddering in delight or his insides from convulsing around the punishing throb of the toy. He let out short, frantic moans, each one affirming and welcoming a new wave seizing his hole and body. Deep, satisfying spasms shook him until a final set of heavy contractions sated him.

Darin lay back, panting. His heart raced. At some point, Finn must have let go of his balls, and the toy had stopped vibrating, though he couldn’t remember. It was possible he’d blacked out for a second or two.

Finn crawled between his legs, his lower half playing in the water. He hovered over Darin’s crotch, licking his lips. Darin slow-blinked when it hit him that his cock was still fully erect, straining and throbbing and wanting to come. Again.

“Fuck.” He tore his eyes from his cock to stare at Finn. “Those rings… they’re going to keep me hard, aren’t they?”

“Yes. It’ll allow me to play with you for hours. Days even.”

Darin’s insides clenched at those words. He wanted to be nothing but a sacrifice for Finn’s enjoyment. It was an honor to be with Finn, to have his hands and mouth near, let alone on, him. He lowered his eyes. “If you enjoy my body, if it pleases you…”

“It does,” Finn said and placed a kiss on the side of his angry red cock. “Very much.” His hands smoothed over Darin’s thighs, firm and confident. They wandered to the toy, trailing across it.

And the object requickened. It gave a sluggish, wavelike move. That was enough to draw Darin’s attention to the thick, sinuous item in his ass. He swallowed. The effect Finn and the toy had on his body were impossible to comprehend. Finn’s constant, insatiable need replicated in him. If his climax relieved Finn in any way, he was more than happy to orgasm multiple times a day. Not that it was a hardship.

“Do you feel the plug moving?” Finn asked.

“There’s no way I couldn’t.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Like a wave, ebbing and flowing. It touches meeverywhere.”

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