Page 4 of Never Too Late for Love
Tilly smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Have fun, sweetie,” she whispered. “He’s still in amoooodand wants to play with his toy.”
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Bob scrambled to follow Landry inside. The sadist was almost all the way down the hallway and had reached the door to the master bedroom by the time Bob caught up with him.
Landry locked them in the bedroom. There, he grabbed Bob, winding his fingers through Bob’s hair as he kissed him, crushing his lips over Bob’s. A low growl rolled from the sadist, stubble scratchy against Bob’s face while the sadist orally ravaged and reclaimed his newest pet, bending Bob backward as he kissed him, forcing him to dip at the knees to keep his balance.
“Bathroom,” Landry ordered. “Naked.Now.”
Bob pulled off his shirt as he jumped to follow Landry’s orders. He was naked seconds later when Landry snapped his fingers and pointed at the bathroom counter. “Up.”
Bob sat on the counter and propped his heels on the edge, thighs spread wide and his hands gripping his knees. Not the first time the sadist had put him in this position.
Landry had a tube of lube. He pulled on a nitrile glove and coated his first two fingers of his right hand with lube before leaning in and immediately probing Bob’s ass. Inside the chastity cage, Bob’s cock protested the confinement, pressing almost painfully against the restraint, knowing what was coming.
Bob. Bob would be coming.
“You have one minute, boy,” Landry said before leaning in and kissing him.
Landry’s fingers sank deep inside Bob’s ass, probing, curling and hooking against Bob’s sweet spot, where they started stroking and shooting Bob straight toward the goal.
Bob wished it was Landry’s cock fucking him. Now that he knew that certainty was in his future, he dreamed of the day it was Landry and Cris’ real cocks fucking him, not strap-ons.
The other side of that being it meant he’d finally be able to fuck Tilly.
Everyone a winner.
He wouldn’t deny he was looking forward to being able to fuck Cris and Landry, too. They’d told him they were definitely looking forward to that permutation.
Landry had already warned Bob that being DP’ed by Cris and Landry was on the list of activities to check off, as well.
Over the months since Bob had started playing regularly with Landry, after being collared to him as his submissive, Landry had immediately started training Bob, reprogramming his brain with sexy stimuli. Bob had willingly—eagerly—given full control of his sexual limits to Landry.
Was he now gay? Still straight? Bi? Pan?
Bob no longer knew and didn’t care what label he was “supposed” to have.
He belonged to the triad, and was happy to be there.
He wastheirs.
That was the only label he needed.
Pressure built in his balls, and in his cock, as Landry’s tongue fucked his mouth and his fingers probed Bob’s ass.
Without breaking their kiss, Landry reached down with his other hand and grabbed Bob’s sac, where it protruded from the chastity cage.
That was enough to shove Bob over the edge. His body tensed when the climax swept through him, his cock painfully squeezed inside the chastity cage as Landry’s devilish fingers rubbed his prostate, milking him.
These kinds of orgasms weren’t as satisfying as the regular kind, but it was better than nothing.
And it meant at least a little respite, his cock already starting to soften inside the cage.
Landry lifted his head and smiled down at him. “With seconds to spare. Excellent, boy. Your training is coming along nicely.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Do you understand why I’m torturing you like this?”
