Free SEVEN HITS! Get Your Ass Ready! by Brad Vance Page A

head in place while he fucked his face.
    “Don’t move,” Tommy said, as if Beck could, as if he’d want to. He was loving this! He couldn’t believe himself, down on his knees before an anonymous straight dude, taking his cock for all he was worth, his kneecaps getting sanded down by the stained, thin motel carpet.
    Tommy grabbed his head and turned it like a lid on a jar, pointing his face at the computer. “Check that shit out.”
    Onscreen, the eagle-tatted dude threw the cocksucker off his dick with a shove, sending him to his hands and knees, and in a flash was behind him, his long, straight, rock hard piece pointed straight at that smooth white ass. No hesitation, no warning, RAM! In went his cock, as the camera captured the thrust, the cruel look on his face, and the pained shock on the sub’s. “Aaahh !” he cried through the computer’s speakers, and Beck knew the sound was traveling through the walls, the floor, the ceiling of the shoddy motel, and he didn’t care.
    “Dude can fuck,” Tommy said admiringly. He reached past Beck and pulled something out of the suitcase while Beck caught his breath. Then he dangled the cuffs in Beck’s face. “Time to get serious now.”
    Beck’s eyes widened. This was too much, too far. “No, I don’t think…I can’t…”
    To his surprise, Tommy cupped his chin gently and bent down, his face inches from Beck’s. Tommy’s blue eyes were hypnotic, so hot and so cold at the same time. “Man, I am not here to rob you, okay? Put your shit in the safe over there and lock it up.” Then the darkness passed over his face. “Then you’ll be cool when I fucking take you like that,” he said with a cock of his head towards the computer.
    “Okay,” Beck surprised himself by saying. He grabbed his phone, his wallet, his keys, and tossed them into the little room safe. He looked over his shoulder before punching in the code but Tommy’s eyes were on the computer, one hand rubbing his dick, the other hanging slack, dangling the handcuffs. His valuables sealed up tight, he turned back towards Tommy.
    This was a border I’m about to cross, he thought. In just a second I’m going to let a fucking stranger…restrain me! Some drugged-up white trash in a sleazy motel room…I’ll be his fucking prisoner! But the thought wasn’t terrifying, it was too fucking exciting, his dick too hard at the thought, to be terrifying. It was hot. His swollen balls overruled his brain now.
    He knew what Tommy wanted. He wanted to take him like the guy on the screen was doing to his little slut! He got on his knees at the foot of the bed, facing the computer. He pressed his face down against the bed, turned to the side to see the screen, and put his hands behind his back.
    “Aww fuck yeah,” Tommy said, dancing with excitement. He grabbed Beck’s wrists, as roughly as a cop would do arresting a criminal, and the snick-snick-snick of the cuffs and the cold bite of the metal on his wrists make Beck gasp. On screen the ruthless beast was pounding the hell out of Blondie, grabbing his gelled-up hair like the horn of a saddle, riding him hard.
    The cold splash of lube on his ass made Beck jump a little. He buried his face in the mattress, preparing himself for the onslaught.
    But it didn’t come. “Easy, man,” Tommy whispered. “Relax. Enjoy the ride.” Then two long thin fingers were probing his asshole, massaging the outside of it, circling gently. The lube was warm now, the blood rushing to his sphincter in response to the pressure. Then like water down a drain the fingers made smaller circles, closer and closer to the pucker, pushing the flesh ever so slightly up and away from them, as if they were making a hole.
    “Deep breath and hold,” Tommy said, and Beck inhaled. The fingers were still now, poised in place like a screw waiting for the drill. “And let it out.” And as Beck sighed, and his hole involuntarily relaxed, Tommy’s fingers slid past his sphincter.
    Beck