Page 14 of Rock Bottom
He breathed in slowly, let it out slowly, trying to obey, so I moved to the side and palmed his dick. “So hard. Throbbing. Pulsing.”
Silver moaned and wiggled his toes, and I smiled to myself.
“Good boy. Settle in and get used to the stretch. More will come soon enough.” I put my hand on the speculum to make sure it stayed put. “Hands off the sofa and behind your back, but keep your body in place.”
Not everyone can manage this, but I’d seen Silver perform for hours on stage, moving and dancing while acting as backup singer, and she’d even sung one of the songs. All that movement without being out of breath. He could handle this.
I counted to twenty before I sensed the stress was starting to get intense, and I said, “Good boy. Return your hands to the sofa.”
He did, and I swatted his ass and took a good look at the muscles around his asshole. I unlocked the speculum and opened it more, and more, and then a littlemorebefore I locked it again.
I moved back to his side and attached the more extreme of the two clamps I’d gotten from the drawer, left first, and I walked around him while he was still gasping and clearly in distress, so I could put the right on before he was fully on top of the pain.
“Breathe for me, boy. Deep breaths. Stop gasping. Arch your back more. I know it hurts, you don’t have to bow up to show me.”
He arched his back immediately, but gasped another couple of times before he managed to suck in a deep breath and blow it out.
“Better. Slow your breaths. Count to six on the way in, eight on the way out.”
When he was breathing the way I wanted, I unlocked the speculum, gently pulled it out, and told him, “The backs of your legs are entirely too white compared to your ass.”
I used the lightweight paddle this time and gave him thirty licks to the back of his left leg, then the same number to the back of his right leg. One after another, only pausing a few seconds when I changed legs. Then fifty to both sides. Seventy. Ninety.
When I started again he shouted, “Yellow, Sir!”
His scent told me he’d finally made it to subspace, and I caressed his cock and then firmly held it without moving my hand. “Good boy. Excellent. I’m pleased.”
Back in with the speculum now that he was fully in subspace. I opened it to just shy of where we’d made it to before, which was too much for him, but I talked him through his breathing while I played with his cock.
And then I set my phone’s stopwatch so I could track seconds, organizing it like I was performing some scientific experiment, rather than preparing him so I didn’t split him open with my cock.
I opened the speculum a tiny bit every thirty seconds. Each incremental stretch pulled a gasp from him at the least, with some yanking yelps from the depth of his chest. Every time, I palmed my cock while I watched the tight ring of muscle strain and tremble around polished steel. He wasn’t ready for me yet, but I couldn’t wait to sink into him.
Twice, I paused for a full minute because his scent told me he was close to not being able to handle it, but fifteen minutes later, he was wide enough to take me — wide enough I was tempted to pull the speculum and cram my dick in him right then, but not for our first time. Our first time needed to be special.
Later, I could overwhelm him with too much, too fast, flood him with sensation until he was drowning in pleasure and submission, but tonight needed to be about bringing them together, so I locked the speculum and took a step back, drinking him in with my eyes — the perfect picture of submission, bent over, open, trembling.
I looked around to consider the best place to fuck his ass for our first time.
His bed, of course. Nothing like claiming and owning someone in their own bed.
“Hands behind your back,” I told him, my voice quieter than I meant it to be, and he obeyed instantly.
I released the speculum and eased it out slowly. The slick, steady slide made my cock throb, and my boy whimpered as the last inch slipped free. We were both in a state, so it was time.
For a brief moment I considered making him crawl, but decided I didn’t want his ass muscles to close up too much, so I wrapped an arm around his waist and lifted him, carrying him across the room.
He felt hot in my arms, submissive and pliant. When I set him on all fours in the center of the bed, he stayed exactly where I put him — beautiful and ready. Waiting. Anticipating.
I stripped off my clothes in a few motions, rolled the condom on, and settled behind him, bracing one hand on his hip. A connection before I added lube to the condom and then some to the outside of his ass — but nothing else inside. My cock would be the next thing to enter and open him.
“Good boy,” I murmured, and I lined the head of my cock up to the perfect, aching target.
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Silver
Julian is fucking huge around. I thought his dick was fatter than a soda can the first time I saw it, but that was on his huge fucking frame. I’m convinced he’s actually a good bit fatter than a soda can now. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but I knew it had to happen. I needed him to claim me in every way.
