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

gasped as the rhythm changed. Now the thrust was long and insistent as the two fingers went in and out of his hole – all the way in till Beck felt the knuckle of Tommy’s little finger grind against his pelvic bone, the fingers slipping and twisting inside him. Then they came out smoothly, and his asshole gave a little pop.
    Then, three fingers this time, harder, faster, more like a power screwdriver now, Tommy twisting his wrist as they entered to really open Beck up. Long, deliberate, careful motions, exquisitely timed so that even the pain of stretching out his asshole was generating endorphins, making his dick harder rather than soft, and Beck found himself arching his back to push his butt up, to push it onto Tommy’s fingers.
    “Okay, all right.” He chuckled. “You thought I was gonna take you like that, didn’t you? Fucking throw you down and hammer your ass.”
    “Yeah,” Beck said, half wishing he had.
    Tommy bent over him, his smooth hard chest against Beck’s back, and slipped his arms under him to grasp him by the shoulders. His hot breath was in Beck’s ear, his huge hard cock slipping along Beck’s lube-slick crack. Tommy’s weight pressed down on him, and Beck found the tip of Tommy’s long cock easing into his cuffed hands. Instinctively he grasped it, massaged it, made love to the soft head.
    “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.”
    The cuffs rubbed and chafed and bit into his skin as he turned his hands, stroking Tommy’s cock. “Please,” he finally said, “please, fuck me.”
    Tommy laughed. “Fuck yeah!” Then in a menacing tone that chilled Beck’s blood, as he whispered in his ear. “You’re gonna be sorry you asked in about an hour.” Beck remembered that Tommy was high, full of energy, could go on and on, long past when Beck would be spent and wasted.
    Then Tommy put a hand on Beck’s throat, half stroking it and half choking it. Beck knew he should be terrified now, knew that this could be where it all went south, but something about the way Tommy had opened his ass, something about the way he’d made Beck put his shit in the safe to calm him down about that, told him that yeah, this was going to be intense, extreme, dangerous …but that was good. That was real good.
    Both Tommy’s hands were on his neck now, the tips of his fingers just meeting, the choke a threat, a turn-on that Beck knew was keeping Tommy hard.
    The head of Tommy’s dick was up against his hole now, and Tommy was squeezing his own asshole to make his dick dance and twitch against it. “Fucking queer,” Tommy whispered, “fucking cock whore.”
    And yet for all that he was still being so slow, so careful. Without direction, Beck took a deep breath and held it. Tommy’s body reacted instinctively, freezing along with Beck’s. For a second they were both perfectly still. Then Beck let out his breath in a whoosh.
    And with that, Tommy moved too, and the head of his cock slipped past the gate of Beck’s asshole. He didn’t stop, seized the moment, leveraged his hips and pushed.
    His cock pried Beck open, filled his asshole, then his guts, swelling like a balloon inside him. “Oh shit!” he said. “Ah fuck!” he cried as the tip began to press against his prostate, harder now, more and more of Tommy’s endless cock entering him. His own cock, rubbing roughly against the edge of the bed, now got slick relief as Tommy’s hard meat pushed the first drops of Beck’s own juices out of his dick.
    As if he knew it, one of Tommy’s hands traveled down Beck’s torso to his cock, touching the slick tip. “That’s it. Gonna fuck the cum right out of you. You ever had a man fuck the cum out of you without touching yourself?”
    “No!” Beck cried, wondering why not. What the fuck had he been missing all these years?
    Tommy’s hands came out from underneath him now as he raised himself off Beck, and one hand grabbed and twisted the chains of his harness into a pair of reins, while the other