Taking the Knot by Sean Michael

Chapter Six

I’m on fire and the only thing that eases me is his touch.

I want to be in his lap, I want his arms around me. I want him to stroke me off.

Instead, we’re walking down the long hall. We pass the room with the couches where I first met him and are going deeper into the place. So far, we haven’t come across anyone, but he said we were eating with others.

I can’t face this—not rock hard and aching.

We keep walking, though, getting inexorably closer to the light at the end of the hall. I can hear voices now. There’s definitely other people there. I shrink against him, and his arm comes around me, supporting me against his incredible and large body.

“I have you, baby boy. You’re safe.”

I hate that nickname, but I love it at the same time. It makes me feel comfortable, eases me.

We walk into this room with a large table. There’s already two couples there. One pair is Don and his guy. Don grins at me, looking lazy and happy. Dazed.

Don is in the huge man’s lap, spread wide, slit of his cock held open with some metal contraption, the legs of it holding the edges of his cock.

I look away. I can’t look at him like that. I totally can’t. Blaze sits and tugs me down into his lap, and I have to admit, it’s exactly where I want to be.

I cuddle into Blaze’s shoulder, humming low. Blaze puts a hand on my back, solid and warm and comforting. I feel… safe in his arms.

It’s insane. Absolutely crazy. Wonderful.

A huge plate is put down in front of us. It has the biggest steak I’ve ever seen on it, along with a pair of lobster tails, fried scallops and deep-fried oysters. It looks amazing and my stomach growls, letting me know I’m hungry.

“You’ll need your food, your energy.”

Fuck. Who knows what else he has planned for me. I want to find out.

He cuts through the steak and spears it on a fork, then holds it up to my lips. “Eat, baby boy. Eat.”

Yes, Master. The thought surprises me as I open up.

He smiles like he hears my thoughts, like he knows.

The food is amazing, but even better is the way he watches me as I eat. It’s like I’m the most fascinating man he’s ever seen. The steak is perfect and rich, buttery and warm, and I’m melting. So happy and hungry and safe.

He smiles at me like he heard that thought, too, and picks up a piece of lobster with his fingers. He dips it into the garlic butter, then brings it to my lips. The lobster and his fingers are glistening from the butter, and my mouth waters before I even taste the lobster or him.

I take the bite, then suck his fingers clean, the action making me ache.

He purrs for me, and I can feel his prick stirring against my ass. It does something for me, knowing that he wants me. It makes all this craziness worth it.

“Good. Suck, baby boy. This is your reward.”

My reward.

His fingers slide along my tongue, almost fucking my mouth, and I groan. I can’t deny how good this is, how much sucking his fingers makes me happy.

“I’ll pull out when you’re ready for another bite of food.”

Yes, Master. My ass works the plug inside me as I suck, my entire universe right here. He hums and purrs, and I can feel the intensity in his gaze. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, and that makes it even better.

He brings his free hand up and begins to gently stroke my nipple, the touch featherlight. Oh god, if he keeps that up and I keep sucking, I’m going to come. And I know I’m not allowed to. It makes me whimper around his fingers. I don’t want to disobey him, not right now, not in front of other people.

“You won’t, baby boy. You have my word. Keep trying.” He sounds wickedly pleased.

“Another bite?” I ask softly as my stomach growls. His fingers slip away, and he uses them to grab the next bite.

This time, it’s the deep-fried oyster and he dips it into what looks like a remoulade, again getting the sauce all over his fingers.

All the while, he’s stroking my nipple, never tugging, never anything but petting. It goes straight to my balls, making me ache. Each breath comes with a throb to my body.

I suck, my eyes closed, my cock throbbing. The food is delicious, but he’s even better and the act of sucking… God, I’ve always loved it, but with Blaze, it’s spectacular.

“And when you suck my cock, it’s even better.”

I moan in total agreement. This isn’t exactly the place though.

“It could be. If you want it enough, you can have it.”

I can imagine it—my mouth full of him, my ass stretched, my balls bound. I want it more than my next bite of food.

He hums and pushes up, rubbing his cock against my ass. I just might want it more than I care who’s watching.

Low moans fill the air, the sounds blanketing me as I end up on a thick cushion between his legs. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but his cock is right there in front of my mouth and I’m practically drooling.

“Go ahead, boy. Take what you want.”

I whimper, but I suck him in, my jaw stretching to take him. He’s so thick, but I’m beginning to crave that width. I’m not sure anything less would truly satisfy my love of oral anymore. I get about a third of it in and wrap my hand right below my lips, then slide my hand down the rest of the way, letting go so I can play with his knot. Fuck, this thing is amazing.

He chuckles softly. “Sweet little slut. You’ll take it, one day. Every inch.”

I know it’s true, even as I shake my head around his thick cock. I keep my suction strong on the first five or six inches of his cock as I work his knot, squeezing and rubbing it.

Tingles hit my tongue, the world beginning to buzz, to burn. That feature of his pre-come is fucking amazing. I don’t know how he does it, but it makes me suck harder, and I play with his slit with the tip of my tongue.

He moans for me, spreading his legs wider, and I take a little more, a bit deeper, filling my throat.

“Oh, my sweet baby, you are a pure joy.”

The praise fills me up, makes me dizzy, makes me gasp.

He puts his hands on my head and encourages me to take more, to suck even harder. I should resist, but I want to make him proud. I want to hear more of his praise.

I suck and squeeze, suck and squeeze, again and again. He begins rocking between my mouth and my hand, his deep moans filling the air. My sounds are smaller but just as hungry.

He pushes harder, sending his cock deeper. Almost choking me. Almost. I swallow around the tip, over and over, twisting my fingers around the base of his cock.

He roars, and the sound is my warning a moment before his seed floods my mouth.

I suck and suck, my eyes rolling back in my head. The tingles increase as his come rushes down my throat and fills my belly.

“Such a good boy. I believe I’ll keep you.”

I would protest, but my mouth is full of his cock.

“And your ass is full of my plug. Next will be your hungry prick.”

He heard my thoughts. Now I know he has for sure because I did not say that out loud. Not even a little. There’s no way I could have with his club of a cock filling my mouth.

A frisson of fear slides up my spine. I need to go home.

He growls softly and slides his hand over my head. “You don’t need to be scared of me, baby boy.”

The caress makes me shake, makes me slide into his arms.

“I have you. And I’m not a monster. Well, I guess I am, but I’m not anything for you to be afraid of.” His flow of words stops as our mouths meet in a hot kiss.

He’s devouring me, lapping at my mouth, leaving me aching and shaken. I wrap my hands around his shoulders, unable to pull away and unwilling to stop this. He wraps around me, feeding from me, and I’m falling. I’m his and I can’t resist.

I reach up to slide my hands in his hair, holding him. He purrs for me and pushes his tongue into my mouth over and over. Floating. I’m floating. I need my cock stroked.

“You need to finish your meal first. I won’t have my boy fainting from hunger.” He holds up another bite, and I hum, eating from his fingers.

He teases me, sliding his fingertips along my tongue, then pulling them back again. The taste of the garlic butter on his fingers is good, the taste of his skin is even better.

“He’s coming along, Blaze. Nice job.”

I can’t tell who’s speaking, but Blaze purrs, clearly pleased. “He’s luscious. Like a ripe peach. Don did well, choosing.”

What? Choosing? Don? I don’t understand.

“Shh. I’ll explain later.” He offers me another bite, this one rich and warm on my tongue.

He is all warmth and heat and sensuality, and I want to let the worry go. I want to focus on the food and the taste of him.

He taps my bound cock, nail teasing the slit. Crying out, I hump toward him. I love it and I want more. I want so much more.

“Do you? Ask nicely, baby boy.”

I whimper, but I whisper the words out. “I want more.”

“Do you really?” he asks again. He taps the end of my cock again, the edge of his nail sharp.

I go wild, my hips sawing with desperate need. “Please.” I’m not quiet anymore. The words come from me in harsh sobs. “Please, I need more. I need it. Please, Master.”

“My good boy.” He strokes the slit of my cock, and I swear I can feel something inside me, sliding down where nothing had been before.

I whimper and shiver, pressing closer to him. He’s warm and solid, and I feel safe with him. He will give me what I need. I know it.

“Good boy. Let me in.”

“Yes…”

That sliding inside my slit sensation comes again, and I realize vaguely that this is what Don had in his cock—something pushed into his slit. I never could have imagined this is how it would feel.

“Mmm…what would look best, baby boy? Gold? Platinum? Jewels? You love it thick. Needy slut.”

No, not thick, thin. I want the thinnest. I want air.

He does that thing again, where it feels like he’s fucking my slit with something and I have to admit, I want more than just air.

“Use your imagination, baby boy. Imagine what I’m pressing into you.”

I can’t help but flash back on the thing with the jewel at the top that Don had in his cock. It was obscene.

“Beautiful. He imagined his too.”

Wait. What?

I look down at my cock and there it is, sticking out of my prick. Now that I know I was creating it myself, I wish I hadn’t imagined Don’s. That one was his. If I’d known, I’d have imagined mine platinum with a purple gem at the tip instead of red. No sooner do I think it, than the gem changes, both in shape and color. “Oh my god.”

He chuckles. “Not quite.”

“It’s in me.”

“It is. It’s quite lovely.”

“What if I want something different?”

“All you need to do is imagine it and it’s yours.”

I gasp, surprised, charmed.

I imagine that the top of the sound in my cock has an elaborate knot at the top that matches Blaze’s knot and when I look down again, there it is. This. This is what I want. It’s beautiful. It’s him.

Blaze moans for me, eyes flaring. “Mine.”

Yeah. I’m not going to deny it in this moment, am I? I’ve settled on a penis plug with his knot on the top. I made that happen. I whisper out the words, “Yours, Master.”

He kisses me, devours me, and we’re moving, flying. I know we can fly as high as we want, because he has me and I’m safe.

We land on the bed and he’s above me, hair wild, horns huge, curving up over his head. I reach for them, utterly entranced. When I wrap my fingers around them, he roars, and I swear I can feel the sound in my balls.

I’m not shocked. They’re beautiful and sexual and him, and he’s going to keep me.

He reaches down to push the plug inside me deeper, then play with it. The plug in my cock is sliding in and out of me by pure magic and I squeeze his horns harder. Are they sensitive like his knot?

He groans for me, offering them to me. “Baby boy.”

“Yours.” I rub his horns, stroking my hand along them like they’re a cock. He grabs my nipples, squeezes them, and they burn, so deep. I look down and they have heavy rings dangling from them.

I gasp and make to reach for them. He grabs my wrists. “You can explore later. Right now, you’re mine and so are they.”

Suddenly, my wrists are chained, I’m dangling from the ceiling, straddling his thighs as he explores.

“Oh my god!”

He chuckles. “You’re going to have to stop saying that.” He touches my bound cock, my filled, aching cock. “Shall I decorate you, baby boy? Shall I mark you as my own?”

I stare at him wide-eyed, warring with myself. I want to shake my head and I want to say yes at the same time.

What I do is spread my thighs wide and let him have his will.

“You’re not ready yet. That’s fine. We wouldn’t want our game to be over too quickly, would we?”

I don’t have the answer to that either.

“Don’t worry. We’ve got all the time in the world to play. To drive each other crazy. Mostly, I’ll be making you crazy,” he admits with a hearty laugh.

“Where is this place?” I look down at my nipples, at the rings in them. They’re beautiful.

“The building on Long and Woodruff. Thirteenth floor.”

“That’s not what I mean.” And he knows it.

“This is the place where all your fantasies come true,” he amends. He begins to nudge the base of the plug in my ass, bumping it, again and again.

Oh fuck. Just like that he has my complete and total attention again. My body is his to play with, to do what he wants.

“Mmm…good boy. Here we are.”

“Where?” I look around. Where did we go?

He laughs softly. “Focus. We’re focusing on being present.”

I’m gift wrapped for him.

“You are. And you’re stunning.”

Oh, that praise feels magical.

He smiles and rubs my ass, pressing the base of the plug to make it shift inside me, go deeper, and hit my gland. That’s pretty damn magical too.

“It’s time to trade out, baby boy. You need another, bigger.”

I shake my head. I don’t think I can take bigger.

“You’re training up to take me, remember?”

My gaze falls on his cock. “I remember.” How can I forget with the massive thing right there, its knot tempting me?

“I like the idea of you writhing on a fat phallus, driving yourself to an orgasm.”

I whimper and take the head of his cock in, sucking on it vigorously, the chains stretching, letting me reach. He spreads and lets me have what I crave.

He humps into my mouth, forcing me to take more of his large cock. I take it and love it and suck it as best as I can.

Far too soon, he pulls away, yanking the plug from my ass unceremoniously. I’m sobbing, too empty.

“Easy, boy. Getting a bigger one for you. One more before you go for the day. Unless you’ll stay, of course.”

Stay. Oh god. I whimper softly.

“I’ll have you as long as you want, baby boy. You’ll be filled over and over here, in so many ways.”

“Do you promise?”

“You can trust my words as a promise. Always.” His eyes are lit with fire, glowing for me. “Horns or not, I do not lie.”

The irony of a demon telling only the truth is ironic, but it also feels right. And he hasn’t lied to me yet.

He must feel my acquiescence because he rolls us, puts me beneath him on the bed. The chains somehow stretch to allow it, then tighten up again so I’m securely bound. He presses me into the mattress, all that height and the strong muscles making me feel downright small. It’s amazing how he can do that. How he’s so much bigger and stronger than I am. It’s intoxicating.

I’m aching for him, for his possession, for his attention.

He drives against me, his cock hitting mine again and again, jolting the plug inside my cock.

“I need you!” The words vibrate in the air.

“I know you do. You’re not ready for my cock yet, baby boy. But we’re getting there.” He fucks me with the plug as he rocks against me, his chest pressing against mine, pushing me into the mattress.

“Soon?” I know I’m begging. I know.

“I’m going to put a new plug in, and then one more after that. Then you can have my cock. I wouldn’t want to do you, not properly prepared. Not this time, anyway.”

“Yes, Master.” Oh, it feels good to say that.

“It feels good to hear it, too, boy.” He takes the plug out, leaving me so fucking empty again. I twist in the cuffs, my body needing pressure.

“Getting you a bigger plug.” The first thing he pushes into me, though, is more lube. It’s a shock—cold at first, though it does warm quickly from my body heat. I twist—it isn’t enough; it’s not what I want. Then at last, he starts feeding a plug into me. And yeah, it’s bigger. A lot bigger.

“Oh.” My head falls back between my arms.

“You see? I’ve got you.” There’s a wealth of satisfaction in his voice.

“I see. So big.”

“Not as big as me.” He pushes the plug into me, one long, slow shove that fills me to bursting.

I pant, my entire body shaking as I suck in air.

“You’ve got it, boy. You can do anything you put your mind to. Or ass to.” He laughs, the sound sending shivers along my spine.

My cock bobs, the plug in my prick seeming huge.

He turns the plug in my ass in a circle while it’s still inside me, and then he does the same with the one on my cock, moving them together until it feels like they’re actually touching inside my body.

I roar, trying to make room inside my soul. His roar answers mine, loud and full. It’s exhilarating.

Suddenly, I swear I can hear dozens of roars answering us, the wild sounds ringing inside me.

“What?” I look around, heart pounding.

“Celebrating. Us.”

“Who?” There’s just us here. His bedroom is otherwise empty.

“You can feel their energy, boy. I know you can. Thrumming in harmony with our pleasure.”

It doesn’t make sense, but it’s true.

Then he’s kissing me again, both plugs moving, working inside me to drive me crazy in the best way possible. His knee is pressed against the base of the plug filling me. He is everywhere—all around me and inside me it feels like, the two plugs filling me an extension of him.

My entire body is his—everything I am.

“Yes! Yes, baby boy. Mine. Now give me your pleasure—scream for me.”

I can’t actually come—I have a plug in my cock for Christ’s sake, but nobody told my balls that, because I can feel the pleasure building ever higher, and I might not be able to shoot, but I’m pretty fucking sure I’m going to come and come hard.

He reaches up and twists my new nipple rings, tugging them lightly. I gasp, staring down at my chest. When did that happen? I can’t remember, but I don’t even care. They’re amazing, and when he tugs them again—much harder this time—my entire body bucks as pleasure rushes through me. There’s no spunk, but this feeling that goes through me is just like coming, only so much better. It goes on and on, flooding me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is soar, the pleasure everything.

He’s growling for me, teeth sweet and sharp on my neck.

I collapse against him, panting, trying hard to catch my breath. I don’t think I can move a muscle. That last orgasm took it all out of me.

“Such a sweet baby boy. So perfect.”

“Not a boy.” I’m not, right? Not really. I’m a stud.

“You’re mine. My needy baby boy.”

I moan and I don’t argue because his words ring with truth. There isn’t another soul who could call me that, but he can.

He does.

I slump in my cuffs and moan.

“You shouldn’t worry about it, boy. You should just enjoy it.”

“Easy for you to say.” His ass isn’t filled to bursting.

“Yes. It is. But it should be easy for you to do too. Because my word is law.” He grins at me, all teeth and wickedness. “And you want to give me everything.”

If only I could tell him no and mean it. I wouldn’t though. This has been a revelation, and while I’m not going to tell him that, I am going to enjoy it as much as I push against it. More, even.

He’s petting me now, calming me. “I think that’s good enough for today. We don’t want to stretch you too far, too fast. This is meant to take time.”

He releases me from the chains and cradles me in his arms.

There’s nowhere else I want to be. He brings me ease, brings me slowly down and gives me a safe place to land.

I close my eyes, leaning in. Letting him soothe me.

“My perfect pet.”

Oh no. I am not his pet. Not. It’s time for me to go.