Free Full Disclosure by Sean Michael Page A

and rolled, needing release. Jarrod's fingers slipped down, grabbed hold of his balls and tugged down, twisted.
    "No! Jarrod, please!"
    "Yes. No coming until tonight. I'm going to use another one of your ties until we can get you a proper cock ring."
    He shook his head, sweating, aching.
    Jarrod got up and went over to where the ties had been flung the day before. He tugged at the ties around his wrists, trying to get loose, trying to get himself off.
    "You want to make it a week, Sammy?" Jarrod was back with one of his best ties in his hands.
    "No. No. Fuck." Please.
    "Then I suggest you don't come." Jarrod climbed back onto the bed and started wrapping the silk around the base of his cock, and around his balls.
    "That's one of my best ties." Fuck, that was tight.
    "Your cock wears it well."
    His cheeks started burning.
    "I'm going to bind you and then fuck you."
    "Jarrod, please."
    "What are you begging for, baby?"
    "I don't know." He needed help. He couldn't fucking think right now.
    "It's okay. I know what you need."
    Oh, thank God. "You do?"
    Jarrod knotted the tie and lay down on him, pressing his bound cock between them. Samuel groaned, wrists twisting in his bonds.
    "I love watching you fight the bonds."
    "Why?" Did Jarrod want him to be weak?
    "Because you're hot as hell when you do."
    "Oh." The words pleased him, sparked a deep need inside him.
    "You look amazing when you need, Sammy."
    "You make me need all the time."
    "Just think how good you look all the time, then." Jarrod's mouth covered his again, tongue opening his lips right up.
    Samuel melted into the mattress. He had to think, had to figure things out, but he didn't have to do it right now. Jarrod's prick slid along his hip, hot, leaking at the tip. Jarrod's fingers circled his swollen, aching hole and he moaned.
    "God, I can't wait to be buried inside you again." One finger pushed in a tiny bit.
    "Aches." It was so good.
    "Good ache, yeah? Gonna make it even better. Gonna make you want to come, but you can't." Jarrod grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed.
    That didn't sound better.
    Jarrod's fingers returned to his hole, sliding on it, one pushing right in. The burn made him grunt, but it was almost like scratching an itch, and his body craved more. Another finger pushed in, then Jarrod spread both inside him, His legs drew up, and he groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside him.
    It became three fingers, Jarrod hitting his gland on the next push into him. This time his groan was a cry, his body jerking violently. Jarrod hit the same spot a couple more times before his fingers disappeared altogether. Samuel's body jerked, so empty, so needy.
    "I've got you, Sammy." Jarrod patted his hip and settled between his legs, prick pushing at his hole.
    He bore down, the burn perfect, everything he wanted.
    "So eager." Jarrod made the words sound like the biggest compliment ever.
    "For you." It wasn't for anyone else.
    "Better fucking just be for me." Jarrod pushed into him hard, the thrust punctuating the sentence.
    His head fell back, throat working. So good. So hot. Jarrod found a good, hard rhythm, pounding into him, making him groan. His body ached, his cock dripped on his belly as he fought the ties.
    "No coming, Sammy. Not until tonight." Jarrod pushed harder into him, moved faster. He swore he could feel the man's cock getting even harder.
    "Please. Please, Jarrod..."
    Jarrod shook his head. "It's going to feel amazing tonight, when I untie you and let you shoot." Jarrod's hips slapped against his burning ass. "Work my prick, Sammy. Come on, show me how much you want it."
    He nodded, asshole squeezing and releasing, working Jarrod's cock.
    "Yes! Fuck!" Jarrod punched into him harder, faster. "Yes!" Jarrod's cock pressed deep inside him, and the man froze.
    "Love..." He jerked, trying to get himself what he needed.
    "Yes. Love you, baby." Jarrod's mouth closed on his, the man's hand grabbing hold of his hip, holding it down. Holding him