Page 28 of Broken Bonds

He smiles and grabs another one, turning and bending over so I can watch him lube himself. He has a gorgeous ass. I should know, I’ve fucked it enough times over the years.

Then he stages extra condoms, just in case.

The small milking machine, one made for goats, is right there, and he grabs the end and gets it ready.

I look into Shawn’s face and the blissfully needy desire nearly makes me pop. “Oooh, he’s getting ready to hook you up. What’d we go, thirty minutes the last time before I let you loose?”

His whining moan is meant to be an affirmative, making Todd and me laugh.

“You’re fucked now, slut,” Todd says.

I cradle Shawn’s head in both hands while Todd fits the end of the milker over Shawn’s cock and hits the switch.

Shawn moans around my cock, his hips frantically trying to fuck the device as Todd quickly rolls on a condom and fucks him.

I settle back, my teeth gritted as I try to hold back my orgasm. I suspect the cream Todd rubbed on Shawn’s cock was a numbing lube, which is mean and will keep Shawn from coming sooner, and make it more difficult for him to have multiple orgasms.

“How many you got in you tonight, you think?” I ask Todd.

He grins at me. “Probably three. Been a couple of days.”

“Then I’ll fuck you after you have your second one,” I say, moving Shawn’s mouth slowly up and down my cock. “After I get at least one. So I can last longer.”

Todd’s grin widens. “I was hoping you would.”

Chapter Ten

Shawn

A Watchful Alpha

Todd’s new frame is just…

Holy hell, I worried I might explode just from getting strapped down to it. Doesn’t help Jax hasn’t let me come for a couple of days.

And the milker…

Oh my god, the feeling is indescribable.

Especially when Todd slides that huge damned cock of his inside me, a slow inch at a time, stretching my ass and then does that amazing bump-and-grind once he’s pressed tight against me.

He’s hung. And thick, too. Thank god he doesn’t have a knot, or I might have to safeword for it. I only wish he could fuck me shifted, but he’s so massive he’d split me open.

The intensity of the milker’s suction is borderline painful but that makes it all the better. I’ve always enjoyed a little edge to my sex. And I know the goop he used on me has a numbing agent, meaning it’ll prolong everything.

The cock strap and jelly ring will help keep me hovering on the edge. Worse, I know once I come, thanks to the milker I will get hard again immediately, whether I want to or not—obviously I’ll want to, at least a few times—and my next climb will begin.

Wait, did I say worse? I meant, yay!

Todd wraps his fingers around the strap across my hips and uses it for traction as he slowly plows me with that monster of his. It only takes a couple of strokes before he’s breathing heavy, starting to grunt, and I know his rut’s beginning.

Which makes me moan around Jax’s cock, because every beautifully perfect stroke of that magnificent cock glides over my prostate. He’s pounding me at the bottom of every thrust and if I wasn’t strapped down he’d drive me off the other end of the frame. When he fucked me for the first time at my initiation, he took me on my back, my knees up, my legs over his shoulders, and wrapped his arms under me so he could hold my shoulders.

I quickly found out why—because he fucks that hard.

And I loved every second of it.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard a guy complain about getting plowed by Todd. If anything, they’re complaining when he doesn’t have the time, energy, or inclination to fuck them after initiation.