Taking the Knot by Sean Michael

Chapter Ten

He’s carrying me away, and I don’t care. All I care about is how much I need him—his will, his cock, his love. Nothing else matters. Not that I’m his boy, not that there’s things in my ass and in my cock. In fact, they’re a part of what I crave.

He brings us back to his room and places me on the bed, spreading me out and staring down at me.

I try to stay as still as possible. It’s not easy though. My ass and my cock are filled, and I need so fucking much.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.” That’s what I crave.

“Very good answer, boy.” He drops down over me, holding himself up with his hands and knees, but he’s coming down, the warmth of his massive body getting closer every second.

“Yes.” It’s the right answer, all the way. It’s the only answer I have.

He keeps coming down, letting me have his warmth and then his weight. He’s heavy, but it’s so good, so right. Then he wriggles and that moves both plugs in my body. I gasp. I can’t help it. The pressure is huge.

“You’re almost ready to take me, boy. Almost. One more plug to go.”

“I can take you, Master. I can.”

“We’re doing the last plug before me. I won’t tear you up. I’m not into that.”

That feels like honest affection, like care, like…love? “Yes, Master.”

“Good boy.” He rolls me over. “I’m going to take my time with this. You are allowed to orgasm.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.” My balls feel huge and swollen, even though they aren’t. And I’m not sure how I’m supposed to come with my penis plugged up like it is, though it somehow happened the last time I had something in my cock.

“It’s going to feel amazing,” he promises, like he heard my thoughts.

“I trust you.” I don’t know if I should, but I do.

“Good boy.” He smacks my ass, and I can feel each of his fingers against my skin.

I tense, then relax, the plugs inside me utterly maddening.

Like my thinking about them reminds him they are there, he taps the base of the plug in my ass, softly at first, and then again but harder, pushing it up against my gland.

“Master…” I’m flying, about to scream.

“Right here.” He growls the words, pulls the plug halfway out before slamming it back into me. Then he does it again. Then again. He’s relentless.

I grab my knees, pulling them up and out and spreading myself wider.

“Needy boy. I love it. I love you.”

“You do?” Oh, that feels so amazing.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.” He twists the plug as he pulls it almost all the way out.

“Good. Good. Master. Good.” I’m all in now. Totally in for him.

He keeps playing with the plug. In and out, twist and wiggle, making me crazy. Making me need to shoot.

“Master, please!” Surely he understands how badly I need.

“You may come as you need to.” He says the words like I’m going to be able to come with this thing in my prick. I don’t know how.

“I—It’s in me!”

“You can still orgasm, boy. You’ll learn to love this.”

“I can’t. There’s nowhere for it to go!” He made me do it last time—he made me.

“You can’t shoot come out of your dick, but you can shoot pleasure all through your body, boy.” I know he’s not making fun of me or joking, he means every word.

“You just have to let go.”

“I don’t know how,” I tell him. He made me last time. It’s not the same thing as this.

“Of course it is. It’s exactly the same. You were plugged and you still came.”

How dare he put logic on me.

He chuckles, pulls the plug almost all the way out of my ass, then slams it right back in again, hitting my gland hard.

“Fuck!” I arch, grab my cock to hold it.

“You’re touching yourself.” He spanks my ass, four hard swats that each land on the end of the plug, pushing it up against that spot each time.

“Holding! Not stroking!” Although the swats make my hand slide.

“No touching, boy.” He swats a couple more times before fucking me hard with the plug.

“I was…holding.” Oh fuck, that’s so good.

“Holding is touching.” He keeps hitting my gland, over and over and over.

I catch myself nodding, because I can’t think of anything else to do.

“I’m not stopping this until you orgasm for me.” He twists the plug, turns it in a complete circle one way, then the other.

“I don’t know how!” I argue. I want to, but I don’t know how. How do I make myself orgasm like this?

“Stop trying so hard. Just let it happen.” He reaches around and pinches my left nipple, twists it.

Just let it happen. Like that’s a thing! I get another hard pinch, and my thoughts hiccup hard.

He pinches my other nipple, then tugs on it, pulling it from my body. That gets married to the sensation of the plug hitting my gland over and over.

My lips part, and suddenly, I’m nips and hole, nothing else, just those spots.

The pleasure builds and builds, each touch adding to it, sharpening my focus on the places he’s touching.

“Please. Please, Master.” I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but I’m begging.

“Yes, boy. Come for me. Do it. Orgasm. Let your body feel the pleasure.”

Like his words pull it out of me, I start to shoot, coming hard, my entire body convulsing. It’s so much bigger than last time, and I’ve never felt anything like it, so intense everything turns hazy and there’s nothing but pleasure in every fiber of my being.

“Good. Good boy.” His words pour over me, rich and warm.

I just lie here, utterly spent, unable to move a muscle. Or really, make my brain work.

He’s touching me, his hands feeling electric on my supersensitized skin. I can’t even respond. My body’s on overdrive.

“Now you really know. Now you’ll be begging me for a penis plug all the damned time.”

I manage a weak, watery chuckle. I couldn’t survive that.

“Okay, let’s get this plug out and the next one in while you’re still so… pliable.” With that, he pulls the plug out in one long movement.

All I can do is groan. “Empty, Master.”

“Not for long, boy. This is the last practice plug before you take my cock.” He purrs out the last two words.

I nod, because I need his cock. I need to feel it stretch me, fill me.

He doesn’t tease, which is good because I don’t think I could take it right now. He just slowly works the plug into me. The stretch is huge—and it’s not as big as his cock, I know this.

My poor prick throbs, my balls almost empty.

He continues to push the plug in and in, still not teasing, but the thing is just enormous. He rubs the small of my back. “You’re doing great, boy. And we’re almost there.”

“I love you,” I whisper. No one cares for me like he does.

“Feeling’s mutual, boy.”

He gets the plug settled inside me, all the way in, thick and long and almost as big as him. There’s no knot on the end of this fake cock though. Nothing like what he has. “You’ll take me. All of me, and your world will change. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Master.” I’m so ready. I wanted him, not this last plug—him. “I want your cock so bad.”

He pats my ass. “Soon. You need to let this plug stretch you a bit first. Not long, I promise. You won’t go home again before you’ve had me inside you.”

“You’re sending me away?”

His eyes seem to glow. “Do you want to stay?”

“I do!” I thought I’d made that clear.

“There’s a price. I didn’t set it, but there is one.”

“So you don’t know what it is.”

He shakes his head. “But I will pay it with you.”

“I don’t understand. I need you. I want to stay. Whatever the cost, I want to stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I swear it.”

He touches my chest, and it begins to burn. “You have to find another, someone for my brothers. Just like someone found you for me.”

“But you said I don’t have to leave.”

He shook his head. “We’ll make love—you’ll take my cock and my knot before you have to find me anyone. And you’ll come back to me at the end of every day. You’re mine now, body and soul.”

“And once I find him?”

“Then we can go home together, for eternity.”

He touches a spot on my chest and it burns. I look down, finding a brand there.

“This means you’re mine, and it grants you entrance to the underworld. Entrance and safety. No one else will touch you. Ever.”

“I only want you. Please.”

“If anyone else tries to touch you, they’ll burn up. My brand assures that.”

It’s his horns, a lovely arching shape. “It’s beautiful.”

He purrs, fingers stroking it, and I swear I can feel the heat of it again as he touches.

I sob softly, totally overwhelmed, trying to breathe.

He gathers me into his arms, holding me close. I can feel the way my ass on his thighs makes the plug push in impossibly deeper. “I have you.”

“Thank you. Thank you, Master.” I groan, the sound barely slipping from me.

It’s crazy. I’m a big, strong guy, but I’m close to tears, utterly overwhelmed. He makes it okay, though, makes it safe for me to be whatever I need to be. Whoever I need to be.

“Mine. You’re mine.”

I nod, letting the words fill me up. “I am.”

“And when this plug doesn’t feel quite so overwhelming, I will remove it and you will take all of me, even my knot.”

“You’ll be everywhere.” And I’ll be that much closer to staying with him.

“I’m already everywhere and you are already staying with me. Bringing in someone is little more than a formality.”

“But it’s important.” I remember that Don had been shaved, caged, cock and ass plugged when he came to me…

“Yes, boy. Whenever you’re gone from me, you’ll be bound and bare, caged and plugged, so you’ll need to plan well.”

I shiver. It’s daunting, the thought of going out like that, of knowing someone might see me like I saw Don.

“You’ll be helping someone, just like Don helped you, boy. Brought you home to me.”

“And I’ll know it’s right?”

“Trust your instincts—they brought you to me after all, didn’t they?”

“No, that was Don,” I dare to tease.

He laughs and I feel the sound, deep in my belly. “He was the catalyst, yes. But you could have walked out anytime.”

“Which I did,” I point out.

“And then you walked back in. On multiple occasions.”

“Yes. Is…Is Don home now?”

He traces my brand. “Yes.”

“Is he happy?”

“I imagine that he is. You’ll have a friend when you come home with me, I assure you. His master and I are neighbors.” He continues to touch me.

“Oh. Oh, I love that. I want to go home with you. I want to be yours.”

“As I said, you already are. And you will. As soon as we’ve brought in another boy, we may go home. But I don’t want you worrying about any of that right now. If you need to worry—worry about your ass.”

I chuckle, because he added a touch to the words, jostling the heavy mass inside me. He does it again, jostling it harder this time.

“If you can still laugh, maybe you are ready for my cock.”

“I am.” My entire body feels heavy, stretched, and ready. “You’ll keep me filled? Always?”

“I will. We’re going to have to stretch you over and over again so you can take my cock. So when I’m not in you—a plug will be.” He tugs on the rings in my nipples, twists them, the added sensation making my balls throb.

“Oh…” My legs draw up, framing my still full cock, my heavy balls.

He chuckles, sounding so pleased with my reaction. Then he leans in and whispers into my ear. “Are you ready, little one? Are you ready for the knowledge of what it feels like to take my knot, to have it nearly split you open?”

“Yes. Yes, I want to take you, have you fill me.” I need it, even if it’s more than my brain can accept.

He takes my mouth, the kiss searing me deep inside. I can feel him, feel his desire, his need to destroy me and rebuild me over and over. I want to know everything and be here.

No matter how much I’ve fought it, there isn’t any doubt in me, not deep down where I hide my darkest needs.

“I’ll make every one come true. Every single one.”

I believe him. I really do.

He taps the plug inside me, over and over, sensitizing me.

“It’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait to be joined with you, to feel your body around my cock, but most of all to feel it around my knot.”

My body clenches, his words making me shake.

He’s not unaffected either. I can feel the hugeness and hardness of his cock against my thigh. He wants me as much as I want him. I reach down and stroke him, petting his prick.

He groans for me and rubs our cheeks together. “See? Made for me.”

“Yes. For you.”

He lays me out on the bed and stands, stripping away his coverings. The silky material has nothing on his skin.

His horns fascinate me and so does his cock, curling up proud and thick. The knot at the base is visible—huge and throbbing. I want to feel it stretching my hole.

“It’s so big. I need it.”

“Pull out the plug and I’ll give it to you, boy.” He raises his hand. “But make it a bit of a show.”

I’m not sure I can without his help, but I have to try to believe he’ll help if I need it. I turn over and reach between my legs, tugging at the base of the plug.

He reaches for my balls, our hands sliding together for a moment. Then he tugs my sac and the plug seems a little more manageable.

I pull again, moaning in the pit of my belly. I can feel the thick cock shifting inside me, moving along my skin.

“I don’t know if I can, Master.”

“I do. Trust in your instincts.”

“I’m trying.” I smile at him, but I know it’s shaky.

He hums and rubs my lower back, hands warming my skin, my muscles, and easing my nerves. “You can do this, boy.”

I believe him, and more than that, I believe in him, so I bear down and pull, grunting as my ass tries to keep it in.

He chuckles and taps my ass. “Greedy boy. I promise what’s coming next is even better.”

“I believe you. I do!” I pull again, and the base pulls me wide.

He groans, the sound sexy as hell, especially as it’s clearly laden with need and I did that. I made him make that sound.

I made him want me.

I tug again, fighting for breath.

“That’s it, boy. Get it out so you can have the real thing.” His voice is super growly, and then he slides his cock along my thigh—thick and hot and the best promise ever.

Finally, blessedly, it slides from me, leaving me aching and empty and sobbing.

“There’s my sweet hole.” He grabs hold of my ass in both hands and pushes his thumbs inside me.

“Please.” I need him like air.

He pulls my ass open wide with those thumbs, and then even wider.

My head tosses and I can’t stop my sounds, my pleas.

Then it happens, the heat of his cock hits me first, the hottest thing I’ve ever felt and he’s not even touching my hole yet.

“Yours,” I whisper, needing so bad.

“Every damn inch.” That’s when the head of his cock touches me—and I thought it was hot before.

I gasp, but I refuse to tense. I want this, and he wants me.

He pushes, that bulbous head pressing against my hole, forcing it to stretch, wider and wider. I cry out as it pops in, the burn fading into a delicious heat in seconds.

That makes him moan, his fingers going super tight on my ass. “Boy. So good. The best.”

“Yours. Your own. Don’t stop.” It’s the best I can do.

“I’m not stopping. You want this. I want this. It’s happening.” He keeps pressing in. And in and in and in. He’s enormous, I know that. But now I know.

The heat grows inside me, burning my inhibitions away, branding me inside.

And he keeps pushing in—so big. So wonderfully huge.

He’s making noises and I’m making noises and they twist together, just like our bodies are. Damn.

“Yes,” he says, sinking in until I can feel something even bigger pressing at my entrance.

It won’t fit. It can’t. I know it can’t.

“I’ll fit.” He sounds so absolutely sure that I can’t help but believe it. “Breathe, boy. One breath, then another. Just breathe.”

“Yes, Master.” I suck in one deep breath, then two, and then we’re breathing together and that makes it so much better.

He rocks his hips side to side while also pushing in, my body opening up for the invasion of his knot.

“Mine.” His breath burns my shoulder, his teeth threatening.

“Yes, please.” I want to feel his bite, to wear yet another of his marks.

“Needy boy.”

He has no idea. “Yes, Master.”

He keeps wriggling and pushing, pulling partway out to adjust before pushing in again, working that knot into me.

My body stretches and pulls, my hole wrecked, spread wide. And he’s still working it in. There’s more for me to take—it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Ever.

“Master! Help me.” I need to move; I need to scream; I need him.

“We’re almost there, boy. You’re incredible. No one has ever taken this much of me. No one.” He rubs my ass, hands spreading me wider as he keeps pushing. It feels like I’m going to explode.

In this very moment there’s this feeling of pop—it’s almost audible—and suddenly he’s all the way inside me, my hole stretched around his knot, holding it tight.

I make this raw, broken sound, my ears ringing.

His hands slide to wrap around my shoulders, holding me tightly in place. Holding me. “I have you, boy. And you have me.”

“Yes. Yes, Master. You’re in me.” And I feel every inch, my body awake and alive.

“So tight. So damned good. You’re amazing, boy. Utterly.”

We’re together, so close I can feel his heart beating inside me.

He begins to move, humping against me, his cock pulsing, throbbing inside me. The motions are tiny—they have to be—but they feel huge.

“You’re going to come when I come,” he tells me.

I’m not sure that I have a choice. There won’t be any space inside me.

“Not yet though. I can do this for a long time. I want to revel in the way your body holds me.” He nibbles my shoulder. “My own boy. I will keep you for an eternity.”

I’m not sure that will be long enough, but it will have to suffice.

He chuckles, the sound drawing goosebumps over my body.

“We’ll make it work, boy.” He gets one hand around my cock, fingers playing with the jewel at the top of the penis plug.

My body jerks, and he gasps, hips rolling, dragging me along with him.

We do it again and again, this give and take, back and forth, and every movement, every thought feels so good. My soul is held, complete, and I know I am where I belong, in his arms.

“Yes!” He shouts it loudly, and just like that, I’m coming even as he is filling me with his seed.

The world disappears, leaving everything but him behind. I want to stay right here forever, burning inside and entirely his. Entirely.

You are. Entirely.

I hear him, inside me, echoing in my soul.

It’s magic. It’s everything.

It’s home.