[C] Hayden... Meet Doc

Dario didn't stay still for long.

A moment after the Warlock gave him a wet suck, he thrust forwards roughly, forcing himself deep.

His hand stroked over the man's backside, giving him another firm spank before pushing two fingers into him firmly.

"Maybe I should make you gape again. That might make up for not being able to go back to yours and play with the hook."

It was a poor substitute for heavy bondage, but it would have to do.

Deacon recoiled as the man's length was forced down his throat, causing him to gag and choke uncontrollably until he could adjust.

He flinched as his body was struck again, Dario really wasn't holding back tonight, that boy had really gotten to him.

A muffled groan sounded as fingers thrust into his body, causing his toes to curl as he forced himself to bob his head.

Dario didn't relent when Doc choked.

"You've taken more than this, Red," the human grunted softly. He'd had Doc suck him like this before. Numerous times. He should have been used to the feeling of him pushing deep like that suddenly.

His fingers began thrusting firmly, pushing deep into the man.

Of course he had taken more than this, he had Dario's entire length shoved down his throat on more than one occasion, still it wasn't as if your throat stretched like other orifices.

He gave another low groan as the fingers thrust into him, his backside pressing against them, taking them deeper into his body.

His mouth didn't let up as he kept bobbing his head and sucking greedily on the man's impressive length.

The human's hips rocked firmly with each movement of Doc's head.

He pushed a third finger into the man, twisting his hand as he thrust his fingers deep, curling them inside of him.

"If you don't make me come numerous times tonight, you're in for a hell of a time the next time I come over to yours," he warned. He expected Doc to put his whole into being subservient tonight.

They had little in the way of the toys they usually had but that didn't mean Doc could take a break.

Deacon took a large inhale through his nose, holding his breath as he pushed forward, taking Dario's entire length into his mouth, his nose pressing up against the man's pelvis.

He swallowed around the thick, long intrusion, his tongue writhing against it.

He was determined to please the man to the best of his ability tonight to avoid being punished next time.

Dario wanted to forget that sad smile his Hayden had worn as he turned to walk away from him.

Just the memory of the expression made him want to crumble.

The human wasn't gentle as he thrust into Doc's mouth. He wanted to lose himself in the feeling of arousal. Forget his mind and just feel the hot flesh around him; the sting of his hands as he slapped; the wet feeling of saliva lubricating his fingers.

He wanted to forget everything and just feel.

Just like how Dario respected his privacy and didn't delve into aspects of his life that he didn't belong in, Deacon would do the same.

He knew the boy played some part in Dario’s life, an important part if he could effect a man who was usually so unwavering with just his mere presence.

Of course he was curious but at the moment he would simply let the man use his body in whatever way pleased him, even if he was a replacement or a way to shy away from reality.

After all, this was the purpose a Slave had in their Master’s lives, he was whatever Dario needed him to be.

The human grunted as he felt the heat begin to pool in the pit of his stomach.

He could get lost in that feeling. The familiar feeling that came upon him so often. Dario didn't need to think about this.

Taking pleasure from other people's bodies just came naturally to him.

His hand curled tightly in the Warlock's hair, holding his head still as he took it upon himself to create a rough unwavering pace. The heat churned and swirled before finally he let himself come with a load groan.

"Swallow," he growled softly.

Deacon didn’t need to be told twice, as soon as the bitter heat hit the back of his throat he swallowed it immediately.

His body belonged completely to Dario until the moment that the human told him that he could leave.

Sated or unsated it didn’t matter, this was the experience he paid for, he wanted to experience this level of submission.

Dario panted softly as he pulled back, shifting to sit on the couch, arms resting on the back of the couch as his eyes slid shut.

"Lap, now." His eyes cracked open a little as he gazed at the Warlock.

"You can repay me for my earlier lap dances." He rarely gave Doc lap dances outside the club. He much preferred receiving them.

He wanted to feel the man's bare skin brushing and grinding against him to an imaginary beat.

He took deep breaths as Dario pulled out of his mouth, as per usual his jaw ached from taking in the man’s enormous size.

Obediently he sat up, crawling into the human’s lap and straddling him, his body swaying, rubbing and grinding up against him to the beat of the music outside, which was barely audible from within the noise cancelling back rooms.

His hips gyrated and dipped, his pelvis brushing up against Dario’s exposed member in taunting little touches.

If Doc’s occupation ever fell through, he would make quite a popular stripper.

Dario watched the man move in his lap silently.

His hips rocked slightly, pressing up against the Warlock's body as he moved above him. Dario had to agree that Doc was good at lap dances. He would quite happily sit and enjoy this man's lapdances for hours.

The human leant forwards, lips parting as an arm curled around the Warlock's waist, pulling him closer.

His tongue lapped out over a nipple, tracing it slowly before his teeth caught it. He bit down hard, grinding his skin between his teeth the get a reaction.

He was determined to lose himself in this session.

Deacon cried out as his nipple was drawn into Dario’s mouth, he hadn’t been expecting that and it took him by surprise.

Plus Dario wasn’t holding back tonight, he wanted to play rough with the Warlock.

His body arched, his chest pressing up into the man’s mouth, his pelvis still grinding against the human’s crotch as he was hold onto.

Dario was like a predator tonight, hunting down his prey, toying with it until he was satisfied before going in for the kill.

The toying wouldn't stop any time soon.

He was enjoying himself. The more he played, the less he thought. The less he thought, the less that crippling memory tortured him.

He'd definitely have to do something nice for the boy to make up for tonight. He'd buy something really nice with his pay for tonight.

Dario smirked against the man's chest as he pushed two fingers into the Warlock's mouth. "Nice and wet. You're getting the whole hand."

He gave the man's fingers a soft nip before taking them into his mouth, sucking and laving his tongue over each digit generously.

Dario didn't have small hands, he knew that much from having it stuffed inside of him before.

It was an experience he enjoyed immensely, though it didn't come without a fair amount of discomfort, as such he made sure the man's hand was well lubricated.

Dario bit down harshly on the man's nipple again as he pulled his now damp hand away from him.

It wasn't as wet as Doc would have liked. He was certain that Doc would have liked to wet his hand a little more.

Oh well. He wouldn't have to suffer with the ache. he didn't care whether Doc was going to be sore or not. Being sore had never stopped then before. He was certain that the next evening would see the two of them in Doc's house going at it again with more interesting equipment. The two had ended up buying a lot of fun things to play with between them.

He coaxed Doc upwards a little by tugging sharply on his nipple.

Two fingers pushed firmly into the man, thrusting deep.

Doc pushed himself up as he was coaxed to, sitting up on his knees to Dario had complete access to his ass.

He ran his tongue over his own lips, only part of his hand was damp enough, once it got to the man's palm he was going to be in for a world of hurt.

His pelvis and stomach pressed up against Dario's torso as finger thrust into him, pushing deep into his body.

A moan passed his lips as a small delighted shiver ran through him.

Doc was going to be stretched well tonight.

Dario had plans that were going to leave Doc sore but satisfied.

His tongue continued to lave over the man's nipple as he pushed a third finger into him, stretching them apart.

His other hand slid from Doc's waist to grip one of the Warlock's hands, dragging it towards his own arousal.

With each additional finger Deacon's hips rose, pressing up against the human as his arousal throbbed in need, completely ignored by the man.

His hand wrapped around Dario's member which was still wet from being down his throat.

He began to pump him firmly, his thumb baring down against his tip, drawing small circles against it.

Dario groaned softly when Doc began stroking his arousal, hips rocking upwards.

He pushed a fourth finger into him, stretching him as he pushed. The man's entrance stretched over his knuckles.

Dario purred against the Warlock's chest, moving over to give his other nipple the same treatment.

His thumb pressed against his stretched entrance, teasing it for a moment before pushing in alongside his fingers.

Deacon grit his teeth as the thumb began to push into him, a loud groan passing his lips.

Saliva only worked so well as a lube, the real thing made for much easier entry, but Dario wasn't being particularly kind today.

His thighs tensed though he tried to relax his backside, he hadn't taken the man's entire hand in a while now and Dario seemed to urgently want it inside of him.

His hand continued to stroke the man, squeezing harder when he groaned out in discomfort.

The human gave a soft chuckle when Doc groaned in discomfort.

He enjoyed the pained sounds. He liked knowing that Doc was in pain yet being able to clearly see his still aroused member pressed to his navel.

His fist pushed further, slowly inching further into him with each thrust.

His tongue traced up the man's chest to nip at his neck.

They were getting to the part of Dario's hand that wasn't wet enough, he could feel it already, the friction of dry skin against dry skin.

He gave a groan with each inward thrust, his toes curling as his body was forced to open for the man's hand.

Doc bit his lip sharply as buried his face in against Dario's neck with a hissed groan, his hand pumping the man roughly.

The man enjoyed each flinch; each clench of the man's body around his hand with the each thrust of his hand had his smirk widening slightly.

"Doesn't that feel good?" he purred softly.

His entrance stretched around the widest part of his hand, clenching tightly around his wrist as it pushed into him easily after the widest stretch.

His tongue laved out over the man's neck as his fingers stretched out inside of him.