Page 222 of The Holy Grail
“Oh, my God,” Malcom repeated, this time louder.
“I had a feeling you were going to like this.”
“Jesus. Is this what it’s going to feel like when your cock is in there?”
“Not exactly. My cock is a lot bigger than my finger, so you’ll feel more pressure. And my cock can’t do this,” he added, as he apparently did something that made Malcom’s eyes roll back.
Evan massaged for a few more moments, then withdrew his finger, causing Malcom to make a sound of disappointment. As he was pulling off the latex glove, Evan said, “That was just a little bit of a warm up, before I put the first plug in.”
“I didn’t get a warm up like that,” Jules pointed out.
“You don’t have a prostate.”
After preparing the plug with lube, Evan then gently went through the insertion procedure he’d used with Jules, and when the plug had been fully introduced to Malcom’s ass, Evan asked, “How does that feel?”
“Like I have a plug in my ass,” Malcom answered dryly, all traces of inebriation gone.
“Like I have a plug in my ass … what?”
At Evan’s stern tone, Jules’ eyes widened a little.
So, did Malcom’s, who immediately amended his answer. “Like I have a plug in my ass, uh … Sir?”
“I don’t want to be called ‘Sir’. It’s a little overdone, in my opinion.”
“What about ‘my king’?” Malcom asked, figuring it would make sense, given Jules’ choice of ‘my queen’.
“Too pretentious,” Evan said, deadpan, hiding a grin when he saw Jules shoot a glare at him. “So … you may address me as ‘Mr. Malone’, instead.”
“Yes, Mr. Malone.”
“Now then, I’m going to use the same game plan on you that I did with Jules in getting used to bigger plugs—mainly getting you nice and loose by playing with you. The big difference will be that I don’t want you to come until I’m parked in your ass, so you’re going to get edged a bit, okay?”
Remembering the torture of the first blow job he’d received, Malcom simply blinked and said, “Yes, Mr. Malone.”
“You’re going to love it, trust me. You’ll probably hate it, too, but let’s focus on the ‘love’ part, shall we?”
“Yes, Mr. Malone.”
“Good. So, let’s get started with you rolling onto your back—with your hands underneath you—and spreading those magnificent thighs as wide as you can for me.”
Once Malcom was positioned to Evan’s liking, he took a second to enjoy the view before issuing further instructions. “For this first time, I’m going to be generous and allow you to make as much noise as you want. I’m also not going to make you keep your eyesopen the entire time, but I’m going to encourage you to do so and watch yourself in the mirror, because it’s going to be a nice show.”
“Yes, Mr. Malone.”
Satisfied, Evan situated himself between Malcom’s legs, and taking his stiff cock in one hand, licked from the plug to the top of his ball sac, pleased when the only reaction was the tightening of Malcom’s facial features as he felt and watched what Evan was doing.
For the next thirty minutes, Evan alternated between playing with Malcom’s cock and massaging his lower body, and with Jules focusing on his upper body, they brought him to the brink several times. During these moments of heightened pleasure, Evan would exchange the plug for a larger one. By the time they’d progressed to one of the largest ones, Malcom was flushed and struggling to keep his hands underneath him (partly because of how good everything felt, but mainly because watching it was next-level erotic), and it was then Evan decided Malcom was ready.
Evan had Jules lie on her back, with Malcom on hands and knees above her. Once Malcom was in place, Evan asked, “Do you remember what I said to Jules before I pounded her ass the first time?”
At that, Jules’ mouth fell open, only to get covered a second later when she stifled a laugh at his irreverent phrasing.
Malcom, whose expression turned to one of unexpected amusement, was slow to answer. “Yes, I remember, Mr. Malone.”
“What did I say? Because I’ve forgotten.”
Knowing he was probably being fucked with (but when it came to Evan, one could never be sure), Malcom still managed to reply seriously, “That it would be uncomfortable, and might even hurt—or burn a little—because your cock is bigger than the plugs, but she needed to ignore the instinct to resist, and push back, while relaxing as much as possible, because you didn’t want to hurt her. But if youwerehurting her, she was to let you know immediately, since it wouldn’t make you happy to find out later you’d hurt her, but hadn’t been told.”
