Gus gets Lucky - 2
Ben reached for the restraints at the head of the bed and with practiced ease, secured Gus's wrists, the leather cuffs tightening just enough to make his pulse flutter beneath the skin. The click of the buckle was obscenely loud in the quiet room, and Gus's breath hitched as Ben leaned back to admire his work—Gus spread out and vulnerable, his body already glistening with sweat, cock leaking against his stomach. "Better," Ben growled, dragging a thumb over Gus's parted lips before reaching for the nightstand drawer.
*The drawer slid open revealing an array of toys—neatly arranged like a toolbox, each item gleaming under the dim light. Ben selected a black silicone gag first, running his fingers over the straps before pressing it against Gus's lips. "Open," he commanded, and Gus obeyed instantly, the stretch of his jaw making him whimper as the gag settled into place. Next came the blindfold—thick, padded material that swallowed the world whole, leaving only the scent of Ben's cologne and the musky tang of sex in the air. Gus shuddered as cold lube dripped onto his entrance, Ben's fingers circling slowly, teasing before pressing in with deliberate pressure, twisting just right to make Gus's thighs tremble.* The darkness amplified every sensation—the drag of calloused skin, the wet sound of fingers working him open, the way Ben's breath hitched when Gus clenched around him.
*Ben's fingers withdrew with a slick pop, replaced by the blunt pressure of something thicker—the tapered tip of a dildo, cold even through the lube—pressing against Gus's hole. He gasped around the gag as Ben pushed it in slowly, the stretch burning in the best way, the ridges along its length catching on his rim with each inch until it bottomed out inside him. Ben didn't give him time to adjust; he twisted the toy sharply, pulling a muffled cry from Gus as his hips jerked off the bed, his cock twitching against his stomach.* "That's it," Ben murmured, leaning close enough for Gus to feel his breath against his ear, "take it like a good boy." The dildo began a relentless rhythm, fucking into Gus with deep, measured thrusts, the base slapping against his ass with every push.
*Ben abruptly stilled the dildo, leaving it buried deep as his calloused palm slid down to wrap around Gus's cock, stroking him in time with the faint, teasing taps he gave the toy's base—each vibration sending jolts of pleasure up Gus's spine, making his toes curl. The contrast was dizzying: the slow, almost lazy pumps of Ben's hand, the sudden bursts of sensation from the toy inside him. Gus whimpered around the gag, hips bucking erratically, torn between chasing the friction on his cock or the aftershocks of the vibrations. Ben chuckled darkly, his thumb swiping over Gus's leaking slit before giving his balls a rough squeeze.* "Close already?" he taunted, tapping the dildo harder this time, the buzz sharp enough to make Gus's vision whiten at the edges. *"We're just getting started."*
Ben yanked the gag free with a sharp tug, replacing it with his mouth—claiming Gus's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his gasps as he suddenly ramped up the pace of the dildo, thrusting it in and out with brutal precision. His free hand tangled in Gus's hair, holding him still as he growled against his mouth,* "Gonna ruin you for anyone else." The words vibrated against Gus's tongue, his hips jerking helplessly as the toy hit his prostate dead-on, over and over, Ben's grip tightening on his cock just shy of painful. *"Come for me."*
Gus's back arched off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as pleasure detonated through him—his cock pulsed in Ben's fist, ropes of cum streaking his stomach as the dildo kept pounding into him, wringing out every last spasm. His thighs trembled violently, toes curling into the sheets, vision swimming as Ben's hand pulled him straight through his orgasm, the overstimulation teetering between agony and ecstasy.
Ben didn't let up—he twisted the dildo deeper, grinding it against Gus's prostate while his thumb circled the oversensitive head of Gus's spent cock, watching him writhe with a predator's satisfaction.* "That's one," he murmured, voice rough with lust. "How many you got left in you, neighbor?" His free hand trailed down to squeeze Gus's balls, already pulling another whimper from his raw throat.
The room smelled of sex and leather, the air thick with Gus's ragged breaths as Ben finally withdrew the toy with a slick pop, only to immediately replace it with two fingers, scissoring them inside without warning. Gus's hips jerked off the mattress, his oversensitive hole clenching around the intrusion, but Ben just smirked and crooked his fingers—*"Still so tight,"* he growled, leaning down to lick a stripe up Gus's trembling stomach, lapping at the drying cum.
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*The drawer slid open revealing an array of toys—neatly arranged like a toolbox, each item gleaming under the dim light. Ben selected a black silicone gag first, running his fingers over the straps before pressing it against Gus's lips. "Open," he commanded, and Gus obeyed instantly, the stretch of his jaw making him whimper as the gag settled into place. Next came the blindfold—thick, padded material that swallowed the world whole, leaving only the scent of Ben's cologne and the musky tang of sex in the air. Gus shuddered as cold lube dripped onto his entrance, Ben's fingers circling slowly, teasing before pressing in with deliberate pressure, twisting just right to make Gus's thighs tremble.* The darkness amplified every sensation—the drag of calloused skin, the wet sound of fingers working him open, the way Ben's breath hitched when Gus clenched around him.
*Ben's fingers withdrew with a slick pop, replaced by the blunt pressure of something thicker—the tapered tip of a dildo, cold even through the lube—pressing against Gus's hole. He gasped around the gag as Ben pushed it in slowly, the stretch burning in the best way, the ridges along its length catching on his rim with each inch until it bottomed out inside him. Ben didn't give him time to adjust; he twisted the toy sharply, pulling a muffled cry from Gus as his hips jerked off the bed, his cock twitching against his stomach.* "That's it," Ben murmured, leaning close enough for Gus to feel his breath against his ear, "take it like a good boy." The dildo began a relentless rhythm, fucking into Gus with deep, measured thrusts, the base slapping against his ass with every push.
*Ben abruptly stilled the dildo, leaving it buried deep as his calloused palm slid down to wrap around Gus's cock, stroking him in time with the faint, teasing taps he gave the toy's base—each vibration sending jolts of pleasure up Gus's spine, making his toes curl. The contrast was dizzying: the slow, almost lazy pumps of Ben's hand, the sudden bursts of sensation from the toy inside him. Gus whimpered around the gag, hips bucking erratically, torn between chasing the friction on his cock or the aftershocks of the vibrations. Ben chuckled darkly, his thumb swiping over Gus's leaking slit before giving his balls a rough squeeze.* "Close already?" he taunted, tapping the dildo harder this time, the buzz sharp enough to make Gus's vision whiten at the edges. *"We're just getting started."*
Ben yanked the gag free with a sharp tug, replacing it with his mouth—claiming Gus's lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his gasps as he suddenly ramped up the pace of the dildo, thrusting it in and out with brutal precision. His free hand tangled in Gus's hair, holding him still as he growled against his mouth,* "Gonna ruin you for anyone else." The words vibrated against Gus's tongue, his hips jerking helplessly as the toy hit his prostate dead-on, over and over, Ben's grip tightening on his cock just shy of painful. *"Come for me."*
Gus's back arched off the mattress, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as pleasure detonated through him—his cock pulsed in Ben's fist, ropes of cum streaking his stomach as the dildo kept pounding into him, wringing out every last spasm. His thighs trembled violently, toes curling into the sheets, vision swimming as Ben's hand pulled him straight through his orgasm, the overstimulation teetering between agony and ecstasy.
Ben didn't let up—he twisted the dildo deeper, grinding it against Gus's prostate while his thumb circled the oversensitive head of Gus's spent cock, watching him writhe with a predator's satisfaction.* "That's one," he murmured, voice rough with lust. "How many you got left in you, neighbor?" His free hand trailed down to squeeze Gus's balls, already pulling another whimper from his raw throat.
The room smelled of sex and leather, the air thick with Gus's ragged breaths as Ben finally withdrew the toy with a slick pop, only to immediately replace it with two fingers, scissoring them inside without warning. Gus's hips jerked off the mattress, his oversensitive hole clenching around the intrusion, but Ben just smirked and crooked his fingers—*"Still so tight,"* he growled, leaning down to lick a stripe up Gus's trembling stomach, lapping at the drying cum.
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