It’s a shame I didn’t invest in more colors, but I didn’t want to put pressure on him to be into something if—like August—it just wasn’t his kink. But he’d look so pretty as a rainbow right now.
Again, that tiny voice whispers about next time.
I don’t dismiss it as quickly on this occasion.
Our little treat still looks absolutely delightful with the orange wax pooling on his skin, drying into a malleable state that can be rolled off with ease later.
For now, though, it stays.
I want to admire my handiwork as I fuck Oliver for the first time.
His ass is still leaking August’s cum, which is exactly what I wanted. So I free my aching cock from where it’s been trapped for far too long inside my pants and underwear, but don’t take any clothes off. Instead, I simply lube up my exposed length and press the head against our sweet treat’s fluttering hole, lust consuming me as I watch it disappear inside him.
He feels glorious.
“That’s it, little treat,” I snarl, forcing my way in farther. “Take it. Take it all.”
Oliver wails and jerks his head as his shoulders shake. “So good, Master. I can take it. You feel so good!”
The power rush from knowing this gorgeous, adorable, spunky morsel is mine for the plundering whenever I want over the next couple of days makes me lightheaded. He belongs tome.I found him, I brought him here for my beloved. Weownhim now and he’s everything I could have dreamed of.
He’s howling as I thrust mercilessly into his hole, claiming what’s rightfully mine. But then he gasps and reaches out, doing something I didn’t expect.
“Daddy!” he cries, grasping onto August’s leg. “Please…come here…I…”
August wastes no time in putting down his Champagne flute and crawling on his knees toward our boy. “Daddy’s here, baby,” he says, cupping the side of his jaw. “What do you need?”
“Together?” Oliver utters, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Master?”
I slow my pace just a bit, my chest heaving as a smile creeps over my face. “I think our little treat wants to be spit roasted, darling,” I tell my husband. “Would you like to have your fat cock sucked by your present while I fuck his tight, cream-filled hole?”
“Uh, yes,” August says with a chuckle. “I’d like that very much. Hang on a second.”
Of course I don’t wait. I pick up the pace again, taking my pleasure as I see fit. But August grabs the honey and drizzles some on his erection before repositioning himself in front of Oliver again, feeding him his length.
Our little treat squeaks and moans and whimpers as we use him from both ends. I look from how beautifully his hole is swallowing my cock to the incredible sight of my husband, the love of my life, doing much the same, his face a picture of ecstasy.
“I love you, my Augie Pie,” I rasp, my climax rushing up to smash into me like a ton of bricks.
“I love you, Master,” he tells me in return, his hand gripping Oliver’s hair as he fucks his face, his belly jiggling with every thrust and his satin robe billowing around him like a Renaissance painting.
“Come for me, my darling,” I instruct. “Let me watch you come down your present’s throat. Make him swallow all your delicious, gooey cream.”
August drops his head and bellows, coming for the second time that night on my command. I almost lose it in that moment, but I hold on as I slam into Oliver again and again, watching as bliss overcomes August and he falls back against the pillows, sated, waiting for me to climax after him.
But I’m in charge, and nobody rests until I say so.
I yank Oliver up so his wax-covered back is pressed against my chest, my cock thrusting at a different angle that makes him gasp. His arms are limp by his sides as I grip his hips tightly. “Mydarling,” I tell August. “Free our little treat now. He’s been very good and deserves his reward.”
My husband scrambles forward and I watch on hungrily as he manages to remove Oliver’s cock ring while I’m still pounding his ass. I lean down and nip at his earlobe, then whisper to him.
“Do you want to come, little treat?”
“Yes, Master, yes!” he sobs, his entire body trembling as tears drip down his pretty face.
“Beg for it, my sweetheart.”
“Please!” he screams, his chest heaving as more tears spill. “Please, Master! I’ll be good, I’ll do anything. Please!”