When his whole body was half-collapsed, covered in sweat, and he screamed, “Please, please, fuck, please,” Ivan let go.
“Oh baby,” Ivan said, holding him upright and petting him, gently. “I know you think you want it, but you could have come this morning and you didn’t, so I don’t want to give you something you’ll regret later.”
Brendan sobbed and leaned against Ivan as the man massaged him gently.
“Regretting the eight hours you already agreed to?” Ivan asked, kissing his temple.
“No s— Ivan,” he mumbled. “Thank you. Thank you for touching me.”
“Of course baby. Let’s get you on there.”
Ivan led him slowly to the bench. Brendan crawled onto the bench and Ivan led his cock, jumping at the touch, into the sheath.
Then Ivan kissed down his sensitive, naked back then began licking and rimming his asshole, his tongue circling it ever so slowly, dipping into the crevices of his asscrack for so long it left Brendan shaking and sobbing and mumbling begs.
After almost five minutes, Ivan mumbled, “Remember you can move,” and within seconds Brendan was completely speared on Ivan’s tongue. His laugh shook Brendan’s inside, and he quickly started fucking himself on it. Ivan entertained it for a few moments, then pulled out and gently worked in the large dildo. Brendan groaned, not having been filled in a few days, and needing it.
“Ready to get started?” Ivan asked.
Brendan took a deep breath. “Yes.”
Ivan flipped a switch. Wetness coated both Brendan’s dick and his asshole, apparently a part of the machine, and Brendan went to take another breath, then as soon as he got it half-in, the sheath and dildo started so fast it almost burned, faster than any human hand, mouth or dick could. Brendan heard noise, maybe him, maybe Ivan, but all he could focus on was the intense feelings over his most sensitive parts.
The edge came in a moment, not building, just there, and then everything stopped, so fast it burned.
Brendan thrashed and screamed, trying despitely to fuck the dildo, to have anything, and he vaguely heard the word “please” over and over and over.
Ivan was rubbing his back gently, his hand cool and strong. “Good boy. That was so good baby. Breath. Catch your breath.”
Finally, the word stopped, and he calmed down.
“Will it always be that fast?” Brendan moaned.
“No. Sometimes, not always. Sometimes, one part will be fast, the other slow, sometimes both fast or slow, sometimes only one on at all. Do you want to see my favorite part?”
“Yes,” Brendan whispered. He wasn’t sure he could handle another part.
But then Ivan knelt in front of him and showed how it had the perfect steps for him to be comfortably able to fuck his mouth. Brendan hadn’t imagined ever being able to be fucked by Ivan on both sides. When the dildo, and just the dildo, started to move again, he knew he was in love.
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