This story contains: deepthroating, choking/breath play, cum eating, strap-on, crying, anatomical terms for a trans man: tits, cunt, pussy, cock

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“On your knees.”

Ben watches the other man comply without hesitation. From where he stands in the spotless living room, Ben can see Theo’s erection pushing at the crotch of his jeans. He’s been like this since they walked in the door after a night at the club, where Ben teased him all evening. It’s not hard to rile Theo up—a few well-placed touches, a little dancing, that’s all it takes to get him going. Not to mention the collar Ben had him wear. And it’s all because he’s desperate for Ben, which Ben knows very well.

“Wait there,” Ben tells Theo, then leaves him in that position to go to the bedroom. There, he strips off his pants and boxer briefs without fanfare but leaves his shirt on. It doesn’t take long for him to retrieve the harness from the wooden toy chest, and he pulls it on, dildo in place.

When Ben returns to the living room, Theo is perfectly in place, staring straight ahead.

“Such a good boy,” Ben murmurs, and Theo’s eyes rise to his, wide and hungry. “Do you want my cock, boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Theo says, nodding vigorously. A wet spot has formed where his cock is leaking against his jeans.

“Come here, then,” Ben orders. Theo dutifully descends to all fours and crawls to Ben, stopping right in front of him and re-assuming the kneeling position. With his thumb, Ben presses down on Theo’s lower lip, and Theo’s mouth falls open. Such a fuckable mouth, plush lips pink and pretty. Ben is going to wreck him. He tugs at the ring on Theo’s collar, pulling Theo into place.

Ben takes hold of his cock, all eight inches of thick black rubber, and nudges the tip against Theo’s open mouth. Theo looks gorgeous in his collar as he takes the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, a drip of spit falling down his strong, stubbled chin. 

Meeting very little resistance, Ben pushes his cock into Theo’s mouth, gives him a few moments to adjust, and then keeps going. Theo makes a guttural sound as Ben’s cock slides past the back of his mouth and into his throat.

“Good boy. Take it all,” Ben coos as Theo gags around the thick weight of Ben’s cock. Patiently, Ben waits until the gagging subsides before pulling back slightly to let Theo breathe, and then he pushes in even further. This time Theo manages to control his gag reflex, and Ben slides in all the way, Theo’s lips pressing against the metal ring that holds Ben’s cock in place.

Without warning, Ben begins fucking Theo’s face in earnest, and he notes with a smug satisfaction that tears run down Theo’s cheeks. Theo is doing a great job holding back his gag reflex, so Ben pets his head affectionately before grabbing onto his hair. Each thrust into Theo’s mouth is swift and deep, messy noises escaping him, guttural and slick and wrecked. With relentless precision, Ben takes Theo apart, pounding against the back of Theo’s throat without mercy. Thick spit drips down Theo’s chin, but he keeps his hands where they belong, in his lap.

Ben pulls out, watching as the trail of spit between his cock and Theo’s mouth snaps and smacks Theo’s chin.

“Bedroom,” Ben orders. “Clean up your face first.”

“Thank you, sir,” Theo gasps, his voice wrecked. He almost adjusts his hard dick as he stands, but he catches Ben looking and rapidly drops his hands to his sides.

While Theo cleans up in the bathroom, Ben heads to the bedroom and removes his shirt and binder, as well as the harness holding the dildo. He can’t help but stroke his cock as he listens to the sink running from down the hall. As he touches himself, he notices the slick moisture of his cunt, thoroughly wet after the thrill of fucking Theo’s throat. 

When Theo walks through the door, his eyes widen. He isn’t often allowed to see Ben without his binder during sex. But when Ben does remove it, he’s generally in a very good mood.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ben tells Theo. “And if you’re very good, you can touch my tits.”

“Thank you, sir,” Theo says with his eyes averted. That won’t do.

“You’re allowed to look,” Ben says. Theo’s lips part as he breathes in sharply, then he looks up to take in all of Ben’s body. Ben’s chest is dusted in dark brown curls that encircle his nipples, and then continue down to form a perfect treasure trail. He feels Theo’s eyes on his tits, which are small but round, his nipples a dark pink. 

“Strip for me. Collar off.”

Theo takes to the command without hesitation, but he puts on a show of it, knowing what Ben likes. He plays with the bottom hem of his shirt, just exposing his stomach, then pulls the shirt slowly over his head. With amusement, Ben notes the other man’s hard nipples. Theo’s whole body is responding to Ben. 

 “Get on with it and get on the bed. I’m going to ride you,” Ben says, his patience running out as he watches Theo, who obeys instantly.

When Theo is situated on the bed with his back against the headboard, Ben crawls onto him with little fanfare, and he takes a moment to rub his cunt against Theo’s hard cock, enjoying the sliding motion. He then takes Theo’s cock in his hand and, slowly to savor the stretch, sinks down on it. Theo is visibly panting, his eyes wide as Ben takes his cock. His hands rest at his sides, because Ben hasn’t given him permission to use them yet, but they’re clenched into fists. 

After a moment of pure sensation as Ben adjusts to the feeling of Theo’s cock inside him, Ben begins to move. He rolls his hips, testing at first, and a small gasp escapes Theo’s mouth. As Ben starts to ride him in earnest, he lifts his right hand and presses against Theo’s open lips. Theo sucks Ben’s fingers, his eyes blissed out as Ben fucks himself on him and fucks his mouth simultaneously. Ben’s fingers prod deep into his mouth, two and then three of them, and Theo sucks as if they were his cock, lavishing attention with his tongue.

“Good boy,” Ben tells him and removes his hand, only to bring it to Theo’s throat. Theo’s eyes widen as he realizes Ben’s intent. Without missing a beat as he fucks himself on Theo’s cock, Ben takes hold of Theo’s neck and clamps down on it. Not enough to strangle Theo or make him pass out, but the message is clear enough: Ben owns him.

“Grab my hips and fuck me hard,” Ben commands, still holding Theo by the throat. Theo complies eagerly, thrusting up to meet the rhythm of Ben’s hips as he rides Theo’s cock. Noises fall freely from Theo’s mouth, gasps and moans and little soft sighs of pleasure. He rails Ben, his desperate thrusting filling Ben up, just the way Ben likes. Ben loves control, never gives it up, but his greedy cunt loves being filled. He presses down firmly on Theo’s neck, cutting off Theo’s air. At first Theo doesn’t react aside from a soft strangled moan, but after the seconds pass, his thrusts become frantic. It’s so easy, Ben thinks, to make his boy desperate.

Ben lets his grip relax so Theo can catch his breath, only to tighten it again as soon as he deems Theo ready. Theo is fully crying now, overwhelmed by sensation and oxygen deprivation. He looks fucking gorgeous with his blonde hair mussed and his face red and streaked with tears. He’s been such a good boy.

“Touch my tits,” Ben says, loosening his grip on Theo’s throat but not letting go entirely. Theo lets go of Ben’s hips and runs his hands up Ben’s sides, exploring the softness of his flesh before his tentative touch reaches Ben’s tits. He cups them in his shaking hands, then slowly squeezes. Ben nods his approval, and soon Theo is brazenly fondling him, squeezing and rubbing the tender flesh.

“Sir, can I suck your nipples, please?” Theo begs.

“You may,” Ben confirms. He leans closer to Theo’s face, Theo’s cock still pounding into him. When Theo begins to suck, a full-body shudder of pleasure runs through Ben. He braces himself against Theo’s shoulders, rolling his hips with vigor. He feels Theo’s teeth gently brush his nipple, and the shock of sensation that travels through him sends him close to the edge.

“Are you close, boy?” Ben asks, trying to keep his voice level.

“Yes, sir,” Theo gasps as he looks up at Ben, his whole body tensed and ready to release.

“You’ve been so good tonight,” Ben says. “I think you deserve a treat.” He ruffles Theo’s hair, then pulls. “Come inside me. Now.”

Theo’s back arches, his hips slamming into Ben as he buries his cock deep within Ben’s pussy. Theo lets out a series of sharp, high-pitched moans, which go straight to Ben’s crotch, and then Ben feels it as Theo comes deep inside him, hot and wet pulses that coat Ben’s inner walls. Ben rubs furiously at his own cock, letting himself give into pleasure. His hips jerk back and forth, totally involuntary, as Ben’s own climax wracks through him. 

After the two of them spend a few moments just panting from exertion and the force of their climaxes, Ben moves to pull off Theo’s cock. Theo whimpers as his sensitive cock drags out of Ben’s cunt, and Ben notes with satisfaction the size of the load dripping out of him. He had forbidden Theo from coming for a whole week in anticipation of their date tonight.

“Eat your cum, boy,” Ben says, so low it’s almost a whisper. He moves back, allowing Theo room to reach his pussy.

With languid movements, Theo leans down onto his stomach and places his head between Ben’s hairy thighs. He laps at Ben’s cunt, savoring the taste of his own release, sucking and sticking his tongue inside Ben to draw the cum out and into his mouth. Ben watches, post-orgasmic and pleased, as Theo swallows his own seed. When he’s done, he lifts his head, and Ben pulls him in for a wet kiss, Theo’s mouth tasting of cunt and cum. 

“Was I good, sir?” Theo asks as Ben breaks the kiss.

“Very good,” Ben tells him, stroking his tangled blonde hair. “I’m so proud of you. You’re such a good boy.”

“Thank you, sir,” Theo murmurs, nuzzling against Ben’s cheek before lying back in the bed.

“I’ll clean you up. You stay right there, beautiful.” It isn’t common for Ben to use pet names, and Theo glows with the praise.

Ben cleans Theo up with a wet washcloth, first wiping his face free of tears and spit, and then his cock. Theo is practically dozing already by the time Ben is done, and he looks so peaceful it almost touches Ben’s heart.

Almost.

As Theo’s eyes drift closed, Ben hovers over him, and Theo feels something hard at his hip. His eyes shoot open wide. He looks down to see Ben has put the harness with the dildo on.

“Round two,” Ben says with a smirk. “Hands and knees. I’m going to rail your ass.”

Theo gulps and assumes the position.

“Yes, sir.”

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