Free Full Disclosure by Sean Michael

was looking at him, smiling. Grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat.
    "Good morning, sleeping beauty."
    "Morning." He sounded like a crow.
    Jarrod's fingers slid over his belly. "You look fantastic."
    His abs tightened, the welts on his belly from his belt burning. "I feel good."
    "Good." Jarrod leaned in and licked his lips.
    He groaned, lips opening as he moved closer. Jarrod had promised wickedness today, even more than last night, which had left him fucked, shaved, whipped and adored.
    Jarrod's tongue invaded as soon as he opened, the man taking immediate and sure control. Samuel whimpered, something inside him settled, joyous. Home.
    "Fucking love that sound."
    He nibbled on Jarrod's bottom lip. Jarrod hummed for him and then turned it around, taking a sharp bite at his lower lip before sucking it soothingly. He started rocking, his arousal building again. Again!
    One of Jarrod's hands slid over his hip, grabbing his sensitive and bruised ass. All he could do was moan, low.
    "Mine," growled Jarrod. Those lips brushed his jaw, then the teeth followed. The bruising kisses continued, little nips and outright bites interspersed.
    "Going to take you to the piercer today, baby. Then we're going to the adult toy shop. Then I'm going to take you home with me." It was clearly not a question--Jarrod wasn't asking his permission, only telling him.
    He groaned, shook his head, body shaking.
    "Yes. A cage for your cock."
    "No way." God, Jarrod was amazing.
    "Hell, yes way." Jarrod's hand wrapped around his prick, tugging hard and rough.
    "Fuck..." He twisted, his eyes crossing. "Jarrod."
    "Right fucking here."
    "Yes. Yes, please." He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but Samuel knew that Jarrod would give it to him.
    Jarrod's hand twisted around his prick again. "You're going to love the cage, Sammy."
    "No..." He pushed into the touch.
    "Yes. So hot, so intimate. It's like nothing you've ever done." Jarrod let go of his prick and grabbed his balls, not hard enough to hurt, but still.
    His lips parted, his abs going tight. Yes.
    "Gonna put my rings on you. One here." Jarrod's fingers slid behind his balls, pushed at the flesh there.
    Samuel's toes curled, thighs spreading like Jarrod had pushed a button.
    "And I'm gonna put one here." Jarrod hand twisted back up along his cock, holding at the tip.
    "No..." Oh, fuck. No. His shoulders rolled up off the mattress.
    "Yes." Jarrod pinched the tip of his cock.
    God, he couldn't breathe.
    "And here." Jarrod's hand left his prick, fingers sliding to pinch at his nipples, nails biting into his skin
    "You can't. That's too many..." Right?
    "There's no such thing as too many."
    He was going to scream. Or shoot.
    "It's going to be so hot. You are going to be so hot."
    This sound escaped him and he pushed closer, taking Jarrod's lips. Jarrod rolled him onto his back, following and pressing him into his mattress. All his aches and bruises fired at once.
    "Fuck..." He pushed into that strength, fighting happily.
    Jarrod held him down, seeming to keep him in place easily.
    "Not going to let you." He was so fucking hot.
    "You don't have a choice, Sammy." Jarrod rocked against him, their cocks sliding together.
    He was going to come. Everything in him was burning, aching for it, no matter what had happened last night.
    "You're waiting for permission, right?"
    He wasn't going to answer that.
    One of Jarrod's eyebrows went up, the man's hips moving faster, fingers pinching one of his nipples again and again. He started moving faster, rocking harder. Fuck, yes.
    "You wait for my permission or I'll have to punish you."
    He bit Jarrod's shoulder, hard.
    "Sammy!"
    He groaned, bucking as Jarrod's hand landed on his thigh. Jarrod spanked his thigh several more times. "No coming, period. Gonna put a cock ring on you and make you wait until tonight."
    "No..." He jerked, trying to get a little friction, just enough.
    "Such a naughty boy." Jarrod's hand squeezed hard around the base of his cock.
    His hips jerked