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it. The man was a bastion of control. Finally, I heard the rustling of clothes and turned my head. I couldn’t help groaning when he pushed his leather pants down and his huge cock bounced free.
    He got up onto the bed, kneeling so that his cock was level with my mouth. “Open.”
    I opened my mouth eagerly, taking his beautiful, thick prick inside it. He gasped, pumping gently. I did the best I could, letting saliva drip from my lips and taking him an inch or so down my throat before gagging. The noises he made as I did so sent waves of pleasure through me. I loved doing this for him.
    “Oh, fuck, Henry… you are so… fucking… hot.”
    I renewed my efforts, giving him a willing wet mouth and throat to fuck before he got to the other place, still filled with steel and expectations. He played with my short hair, threading his fingers through it, grabbing it to guide me, and stroking it affectionately.
    “Enough,” he said finally, pulling out and moving off the bed.
    I heard him go around behind me and felt his fingers on the base of the metal plug, which had become so comfortable and necessary.
    “Go down on your chest, Henry. Flatten your arms out in front of you.”
    I did as he asked, stretching out like a lazy cat as he pulled on the base of the plug. The feeling, as always, made me shudder and moan as my hole stretched open to allow the slick steel to slide out.
    “Boy, you look so fucking hot back here,” he whispered.
    His hand reached under me to cup my balls and then move along the length of my arching cock. My ass felt empty and abandoned, but soon the fingers of his other hand were there, pushing inside me, deep and insistent.
    “So warm… you are ready for me, aren’t you?”
    I moaned, pushing back on his fingers and pressing my face against the smooth, clean-smelling sheets. I felt so vulnerable with the bar between my knees, but it made things even more exciting.
    He fingered me for a long time, manipulating my prostrate until I begged him with whimpers and grunts, if not actual words. But soon I couldn’t bear to be silent.
    “Ryan, I… I want to talk.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you need… to know how… desperate I am.”
    “Believe me, I can tell,” he said, making me squirm and gasp.
    “Then fuck me dammit! Jesus Christ why won’t you… just fucking ram me?”
    Ryan laughed. “You sweet virgin slut,” he said, with obvious affection. He grabbed my thighs and pulled my bound knees to the edge of the mattress. “You want it? You want it now?”
    “Yes!” I moaned.
    I felt the tip of his prick press against my hole. He groaned as the head pushed easily into my eager ass, followed quickly by the entire substantial length of his cock. I groaned and grabbed the sheets in my fists, grimacing in pleasure and surprise as he drove deep and stayed deep. I felt his belly and balls against me.
    “How does that feel?” he asked, voice shaking.
    “Oh… fuck… fuck.” Finally, I had another man’s dick inside me. Ryan’s dick. It felt as good as I’d imagined.
    “That’s what I thought. I’m going to fuck you now, Henry. Tell me if it’s too hard or fast and I’ll slow down.”
    “Yes… Sir.” The pitch of my voice had changed, becoming high and emotional. If I’d felt vulnerable before, now that I had his dick to the hilt in me, there was nothing to do but take it. I felt pierced and thrillingly invaded. My mouth lay open and slack against the sheets, breaths coming in pants, eyes wide open with expectation.
    He began to fuck me, slow and deep. He’d pull almost all the way out and slowly push back in, each time eliciting a primal grunt from me. It felt incredible.
    For a while I lost myself in the feel of him sliding in and out, in and out. It felt just like I’d always imagined, only better. But I wanted more. I listened to him pant and make the smallest noises of pleasure, but I wanted to hear him yell. I wanted to hear him groan and lose himself in me, so I said what I