Page 80 of Broken Bonds

As I watch Mal struggle to remain one with his body, I wonder what it’d be like looking up at him while bouncing him on my cock, his hands braced on my pecs as I slake my morning woody inside him.

Wonder what it’d be like to wake up to him doing that every morning.

Forever.

I’ll admit that when I bought the first goat milker, after having a d’oh moment during morning milking in my cattle barn, I didn’t tell anyone about it.

Sure, there’s porn aplenty of guys getting down with a milker, but I wasn’t sure if it’d live up to the hype. And, to be honest, I felt kind of silly about it. Unusual for me to feel self-conscious about something sexual, but this was new territory.

I dragged it into my bedroom with me that night, set it up, lay back, and turned it on.

I nearly burst my own eardrums I bugled so loud and long as my cock immediately gave up load number one. I stopped after the third one but wished I’d lasted longer. Except it’s hard to force yourself to do something sexual that turns uncomfortable, no matter how good it feels, even though it’s sexy as fuck when someone “makes” you do it for them.

Yeah, I know. Ironic.

Brains are weird, especially the sexy parts.

I experimented with the setup for another couple of weeks, including utilizing cock rings and straps and stumbling over the numbing lube, before calling Jax and inviting him over one night. That was a few months before he met Shawn.

But Jax tied me up and fucked me while the machine sucked me, then he tried the machine while I fucked him, and by the time we were both exhausted we agreed it was addictively good.

That was when the first iteration of my frame came to life.

By the time Shawn had his third mating heat while he was with Jax I’d refined it, and Jax wore an evil smile as Shawn’s horny energy was easily managed without the coyote wearing everyone out in the process. Later, we realized we could incorporate it not only as mating heat management but also as part of initiation ceremonies when someone wanted to be there and couldn’t, or for some reason didn’t participate in person during the last stage. They could get milked and we just mix it all together and dump it on the initiate.

Usually, when that happens, it’s because an Alpha or beta is particularly territorial and doesn’t want their mate to do it in public. Or even an Alpha or beta who wants to participate but knows their mate would prefer they don’t. Also not uncommon to use it on those occasions when it’s a woman being initiated.

Like I said, Jax is accommodating.

I massage the pup’s scalp and slowly start fucking his mouth, not too deep because I don’t want to gag him and interrupt this fun time for him. Nothing but pleasure—that’s all I want him to remember. A damned good memory.

Especially when there’s no telling what the near future might hold.

“Ooooh, my sweet boy,” I rumble. “I could easily get addicted to this. To you.”

That’s not a lie. He moans and eagerly goes after my meat, even while he’s helplessly writhing in his restraints. I think after the next one I’ll shut off the milker.

His mouth feels sooo good and it’s too easy to let my mind spin out countless sexy activities I want to do with him once he’s through initiation.

If he wants to.

Hopefully, he doesn’t meet someone he feels an immediate mate bond with during that process.

The thought of that again sends a whisper of jealousy through me, territoriality, that someone else might get to have forever with him.

Wait. What?

No, I’ve never felt like this about a guy before.

I mean… What is this, exactly?

Is this a mate bond?

But it couldn’t be, right? I’ve seen guys with that and you literally can’t pry them apart with a fire hose and two tow trucks when they meet. It’s a deep, instinctive need that usurps nearly everything else until it’s satisfied and their mate is claimed.

Isn’t it?

I shove that aside for now because there are too many variables for me to consider and my cock is being sucked and the vibrations from his moans add an extra layer of yum to the whole thing.