Trade In and Up Chapter 17

 

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Unedited Free Written Story

Adult Content. If under 18 leave the site.

M/M Content. BDSM Content

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Chapter 17

Was he ready for that big of a step? Might as well be. He’d committed himself to him heart and soul soon as he accepted him as his Master and allowed him to claim him as his in front of the pack. Nothing bigger than turning into a werewolf for a Master. Another entire species. New concept entirely.

“Come here, Boy.”

Master Preston pointed at the spot in front of the huge iron railed bed. There was not one inch of rust colored on the silvery black stain frame. It shined as bright as the sunset orange furry cuffs linked to the foot post and the head post of the bed. Mere sight of them had his cock plumping up.

Master Preston gripped my cock, squeezing. “My Boy likes something he sees.”

Lots of something. There were lots to take in. He’d never been in his Master’s room before. Everything had taken place in his room. Not that much had gone down between them. Mostly chores and groundings spankings and steadying punishments. Stuff that he needed to balance his days out. But the more sexual aspect of a relationship had been put on the back burner. Saved for that very moment and all he could do was take in the entire room. It was a garden of fun. A huge black leather padded cross stood in the far left corner of the room with a matching spanking bench to it’s right. Opposite of the bed was a nice set of metal linked chains hanging from the wall and a set coming up from the floor. He could all ready see himself chained up and sleeping in the corner under a warm blanket as his Master slept peacefully in the bed dreaming about ways to bound and gag him into submission the next day.

“Oh yeah, my Boy is loving what he sees.” Another hard squeeze to the balls pulled a whine from me. “We are going to have lots of fun in here and in my play room downstairs.”

Shit. He had a playroom downstairs. Seemed like his bedroom was one. They could spend hours, or days, lost among one another in there. How long could they get lost in what he called the playroom?

“Onto the bed, Boy. Legs and arms spread wide, just like you where ready to make a snow angel.”

He quickly took position, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to keep from asking, more like begging, Master Preston to bind him to the bed and fuck him senseless. Only good Boy’s got what they earned. He always earned a good fucking from his previous Master, he could do the same from Master Preston. He knew it.

The clicks of the cuff had him sucking in deep breaths. Soon as the last cuff was in place, warm hot lips pressed against his. Out of reflex he opened his mouth, letting his Master have access to him. He was rewarded with a tongue swooping in, tasting every corner of his mouth, pulling a deep throated groan from him. Vibrations radiated from his chest up his throat and out his mouth, but his Master ate the sounds as if he’d longed to hear them.

Large hands caressed his side and up and over his left nipple, pausing to squeeze until an intense sting had him jutting upwards. The hot, luscious mouth left him only to latch onto the abused nub.

“Oh, God, Master.”

Shit. Was I supposed to be quiet? Before Master Preston it had not been required for me to remain silent during sexual exploration, but what was Master Preston’s rules. He had not stated them.

“That’s it, Boy. Let me hear how much you love my touch.”

Now that he could do. Would love to do.

“Master Preston . . . Oh man, I’m so hard, I can’t . . . Need something . . .”

A hand slid around my throbbing cock, stroking up and down with a light squeeze. A barely there touch. Just enough friction to draw frustration from a saint.

“What’s wrong, Boy? What do you need?”

“You, Sir. Just you. Whatever you will give me.”

“Just what I thought, Boy.” Hands gripped my legs, tossing them over Master Preston’s shoulders. “I’m sure Master John took you many ways, but did he take you bare?”

“Once.”

“Being a werewolf gives you certain abilities. Fast healing being one of them.” There was no time to filter through what he meant before he thrust in and was balls deep. “That’s it, Boy take my dick. It’s all yours.”

Most would think there was a shout for help or a stop word screamed, but neither left his mouth. All that came from him was a deep, satisfying groan for more. There was only a flicker of pain and then his wolf was there taking over every sensation that might have been uncomfortable for his human body, leaving behind only pure pleasure and desire for his Master.

“More, Master. Please. Need . . . Oh God, Sir, Please.”

His body was thrashing up as Master Preston thrust deep. The cuffs clanked against the metal as he tried to reach for his Master’s wonder, sweaty body. Not the body so much as he wanted to brush his fingers across the wonderful, sexy smile glowing from him.

“Boy, you are clinching my cock so hard I can barely leave the sweet haven of your ass.”

“it’s your ass, Sir.”

“That it is.” Master Preston slammed into him so hard his body jerked upward. “You belong to me completely, don’t you, Boy?”

“Yes, Master Preston. All yours, Sir.”

He knew what was coming before Master Preston’s head reared back and lights flickered off white fangs. All he could do, and wanted to do, was bare his neck. Pair seared through him as his Master’s wolf’s teeth latched onto him. It was as intense as it had been when he bit him earlier, but different. Instead of him greeting his wolf, his wolf came forward and greeted Master’s wolf. Not wolf to wolf, like they’d done earlier, no, in human form.

Alex, do you hear me?

Yes, Sir. I do.

Hearing the two wolves speak so clearly was funny, and it tickled, but it gave him a sense of peace to know that there was a way for him to always be connected to Master Preston in both forms.

We are completely one now, Alex.

I am more than pleased to be one with you, Sir. So is Boy.

Glad to hear it. We are thrilled to have you both as our mate.

Master Preston’s teeth left his neck and he lapped at the wound as he slowed his thrusting down. Not because he wanted to. Nope. He had no choice but to do so. His cock had swollen, forcing him to remain buried deep. There was no leaving. The channel was too narrow for his swelling occk.

“Oh God, Boy . . . This is fucking . . .”

“What is . . . Oh man . . . I’m going to . . . Sir, . . .  I can’t . . ..”

“Don’t you cum. Not until I give you permission.”

Master Preston continued short small stabs until he could not longer move in and out. His last inward motion left him pressed right against the prostrate. Not sure which one of us groaned the loudest. Either way, it pushed him over the edge and there was nothing left to do but to feel every spurt that left his body. Took every ounce of control learned over the years to keep from losing it, but he managed not to.

“Now, Boy. Do it.”

Soon as he gave permission juices erupted, landing on his chest, painting it milky white. He had just leaned down to initiate a kiss when the door flew open. His head whipped around, snarling until he saw Jackson with his hands held up.

“Alpha, Sir, sorry.”

“What is it?”

He’d never heard anyone sound so tense and tight before, but it was comforting. Eased the fear that the sudden appearance of Jackson had created.

“Looks like Mr. Julian has located your Boy.”