When Harry Met Adam
[Warnings for spanking, candle wax, bondage, and rough sex.]
The merger had finally gone through, and while victory was sweet, the entire ugly process had quite tried Harry’s patience. He had thus fled to Shambhala for some much deserved recreation. A fine meal and a massage later, he was in the mood to play. Adam’s name was near the top, thanks to the alphabet, and never having seen his face in the catalog before, Harry decided he must have him. He requested the boy’s services while perusing the dessert menu. Ah, the raspberry chocolate souffle sounded delicious!
Adam had gone for a swim earlier and returned to find that he had a date for the evening. There was nothing indicated about dress, so Adam with for his usual 'presentable' look: dark slacks and a white dress shirt. Most of his dates so far seemed to like that whole 'buttons to undo' thing, and Adam was all about the customer service. Yeah, he was a whore, but at least it wasn't like jail or something.
He slipped on a pair of brown loafers and headed off to the suite number given to him. Swanky. This guy must be loaded Loaded was good. Adam knocked politely, ready to get his slutty on.
Harry was a man who paid attention to details. The rap upon his door was not hesitant or soft--it was loud and certain. The boy on the other side was here to do his job. That was very promising indeed. “Come in, Adam,” he called, using the boy’s name because he had learned a long time ago that subordinates appreciated feeling their superior knew their name. He himself was dressed in one of the plush robes provided by the resort. It felt like being enfolded in a cloud.
Taking the key card from his pocket, Adam opened the door and stepped inside. Oh yes, swanky digs indeed, but then the place was all about the luxuries. Adam was still fairly new to the whole 'whore' thing, but he'd learned one basic truth: most of the people who paid to have sex sort of needed to pay. So, he'd learned not to react badly if the person wasn't exactly his ideal choice, visually.
Seeing the guy, though, it was kind of a reverse shock. He wasn't old, fat, or obviously creepy/scary looking. In fact, the guy was cute. Ok, just don't let him whip out a machete or anything. Adam's grin came easily enough, though. "Hello, there. I'm Adam, but you know that already."
Harry smirked at him. He was a busy man and had little time to socialize with men long enough to get them to do what he wanted. Shambhala offered him easy access to sexy boys who were more-often-than-not cooperative. “Hello, Adam. I’m Harry. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The kindly spoken words were said in his typical poncy British accent, one honed from years at the best boarding schools in the U.K.
The young man was even more striking in person and Harry was very pleased. He eyed Adam up and down with a smile growing on his face. He did not have the bearing or the confidence of a courtesan, which was why Harry preferred these lower-echelon sex providers. They were so much less schooled in hiding their honest reactions.
Adam had a disturbing 'Harry Potter' inner moment, but it passed quickly enough. "Thanks, Harry. Likewise, I'm sure." Yes, it would be fair to say that Adam wasn't particularly schooled. His grin broadened as he walked closer. "That robe looks really comfy, by the way."
Harry winked at him, his smirk boyish. “It is, actually. I’d steal it when I leave, but that would be so vulgar.” He reached out with a hand the color of fine porcelain and touched Adam’s jaw, caressing it gently. “I regret to inform you that I am what is charitably referred to as a pervert. I dare say you will be shocked by the number of ways in which I intend to defile your body.” His eyes were twinkling.
"I like a man who knows what he wants." Adam said, letting his own hand trace over the soft border of the robe where it crossed Harry's chest. "I hope I don't disappoint you." Adam was tempted to mention that he was sort of new, but it didn't seem like the thing to say. "What do they call you when they aren't being charitable?"
“A demanding and insatiable bastard,” Harry said with a grin. He wanted the boy naked, but he liked to take it slow and he especially loved demonstrating his control. “Unbutton your shirt,” he told Adam, eyes fixed upon him. Everything in his life was such a rush. He preferred to have sex be something languid and sensual.
Adam mentally congratulated himself on the shirt choice, and began to unbutton it slowly. "Going to wear me out, are you?" He didn't have any trouble believing it. Harry wasn't imposing physically, but those eyes were definitely of someone who got what he wanted. Adam finished with the buttons, letting the shirt hang open. The shifting material was enough to harden his nipples, sending little tingles over Adam's skin.
“Oh, you can count on it.” Harry eyed the young man’s chest with a wolfish smile. The whore was certainly doing well so far--obeying and not improvising. The fact that he had undone his shirt but not removed it showed he knew the rules. “Sucking on your fingers to wet them and then play with your nipples.” Harry looked forward to playing with the whore, but it was almost as much fun to make them play with themselves.
Adam knew better than to sass a client - that was lesson 1, or maybe lesson 0. Besides, Harry really seemed into it and that was itself a turn on for Adam. So, he did what he was told, sucking on first one finger then another, and slipping them underneath the shirt to begin tugging and toying with those little peaks. He wasn't sure that Harry approved, but Adam's cock certainly did and was already stirring between his slacks.
Harry definitely approved, as the activity beneath his robe attested to. He watch the whore pleasure himself with a delighted grin on his face, letting Adam get used to putting on a show for his client. “That’s good. Now, undo your belt, open your pants and slide one hand in there. I want you to play with yourself, Adam, but don’t you dare climax.”
"Would that get me into trouble?" Adam said, undoing his belt and opening his slacks as asked. Harry seemed to have a sense of humor about the situation, which was unusual and nice. Adam's hand slipped in, finding his cock and tugging on it slowly. He'd actually never gotten himself off standing up, so he felt safe for the moment. It did feel good, though, and Harry's attentive gaze only stirred things more.
“I would definitely have to spank you, if you did such a crass thing,” Harry informed him, continuing to watch the young man with ravenous eyes. Once the whore was red-faced and panting from lust, Harry stood up and moved around behind his compliant little morsel. He told Adam to pause while he removed the shirt and then let the whore resume. “You’re doing very well.”
Adam spread his legs a little for balance, and kept at it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Harry wanted to spank him, but Adam wasn't going to cheat. So he stroked and tugged on his now-rampant cock, his other hand slipping back to play with his balls. Not being able to see Harry made it more naughty somehow, like the guy was planning his conquest of Adam's ass or something. Of course, thinking that was a mistake, because nothing got Adam going like the thought of a cock pushing in back there. Oh no, he wasn't going to last much longer.
Harry did, in fact, have every intention of spanking Adam after making him come in spite of orders. However, there was also something to be said for making a young man work for it. That which does not break you, after all.... He slid Adam’s trousers down, leaving his underwear in place for now. Then he took Adam’s hand away from its task of stroking and gently held it behind his back. “You are such a pretty little thing. This will be a night you won’t soon forget.”
Adam was a little surprised to have his hand pulled away, but didn't resist. "Hopefully you'll remember it too." He shivered just a bit as his cock flexed beneath his underwear. It was mildly frustrating to be so close and then be denied, but Adam figured that teasing him was a big part of what Harry had in mind.
“We shall see,” Harry said, meaning it as a bit of a challenge. He slid his hands into the back of Adam’s underwear and caressed his firm ass cheeks. He was looking forward to the sex, but that was only going to be truly fun after the other fun and games he had in mind. “Do you like being fucked, sweetling? Do you like having your face shoved into the bed while this gorgeous arse is used for your partner’s pleasure?”
A small patch of dampness was forming where Adam's cock was rubbing against his underwear. He leaned into Harry's hands, just a little. "Yeah ... yeah, I do ... feels so good when I'm getting it back there. Are you gonna do that? Open me up and use my ass?"
Harry purred into his ear, “in time” and then slid the underwear down as well. He helped Adam out of his shoes and socks and then the remainder of his clothes. His naked, blushing and rampantly erect whore was a sight to behold. He placed one hand upon that pale chest and gently nudged Adam backwards towards the bed where he laid him down on the exquisite red silk sheets.
Adam felt the cool smoothness of the sheets on his skin, slightly embarrassed by the rampant jutting of his cock. "You've got good taste." Adam's fingers stroked over the silk idly. He spread his legs slowly, eager to expose himself to Harry's attentions.
“It has been said.” Harry eyed the feast before him and smiled impudently. The wonderful young man was quite charming and precocious. He liked the way Adam accepted things without questioning or trying to second-guess him. “Now, let’s get you ready for the fun.” He took up a playful pair of manacles lined with hot-pink fur and used them to bind Adam’s wrist to the headboard.
Adam had been cuffed a time or two, but it was still a fairly new thing for him. "Uh oh, I can't get away now." He was just a touch nervous, but not more than that. "I guess I'm at your mercy.”
“Well, that is quite unfortunate for you, as that is a quality I am sorely lacking in,” Harry informed him. He got a piece of twine and settled between the boy’s legs. The look on his face was one of supreme concentration as he wound the string around Adam’s cock and balls, cinched it tight then wound it again around the base of his cock. It was painfully constricting and would keep Adam from coming unless the stimulation grew too intense--as it inevitably would. Another loop, another tug, forming circles around the whore’s shaft. It was tied off under the mushroom head in a cute little bow.
Adam just stared as Harry bound up his cock. He was feeling a bit more nervous now. "Umm, ok ..." Yes, that was definitely not comfortable. Still, Harry was in charge, and Adam didn't have any delusions of being able to untie the twine with his feet or anything.
"That's gonna ... block things up ... if you know what I mean." He toes flexed nervously against the sheet.
Harry winked at him. “I guess you’d better try really hard not to come, then.” He went to the freezer out out an ice cube. He loved to play with a guy, and it was so hard to find willing partners in the real world that weren’t looking for some reason to sue you. With a wicked smirk, he touched the ice to one of Adam’s nipples.
Adam saw it coming, but still couldn't help squirming. Well, squirming as much as one could when one was cuffed to the bed. "You're gonna get these nice sheets all wet." Adam's cock was a pulsing bar of soreness. He wouldn't have thought Harry could make him come like this, but he was starting to believe.
“I am fairly certain these sheets will be so stained they will be beyond use after this,” Harry admitted, watching Adam struggle. The ice cube was moved now to the second nipple, sending the chill through his whore’s nerves. “I did warn you that I was a pervert. It’s your own fault for not believing me.”
This time the squirming included some flexing of Adam's hips, his cock shifting back and forth. "Yeah, you've got me there. No one to blame but myself, right?" It was strange, but Harry's sense of fun was helpful. Adam got that the guy was going to seriously push his buttons, but he wasn't exactly scared.
Harry kissed one of the frozen nipples to return warmth to it, his lips soft and tender. His hand did not sit idle, though. It took the ice cube and ran it along his captive’s torso, leaving behind a wake of icy droplets. Adam’s squirming was adorable.
Adam made a rather incoherent bit of babble from the double stimulation, wincing as his cock twitched in response. He couldn't help arching up a bit when Harry's kiss ended.
Harry rolled off and discarded the ice cube. “Now, this will hurt just a bit, but you’re safe with me, so don’t fret,” he assured his whore. He was holding a red candle in one hand and smiling that mischievous smile. Adam was such a responsive young man. It was making this far too much fun. He dipped the candle so hot wax dribbled over the man’s sternum.
"Gah!" Ok, yes, that did burn just a bit. Ok, safe ... safe was good. At least Harry hadn't stuffed the thing up his ass or anything. "Hey, I match the sheets now."
Harry laughed. “Yes, you make such a pretty picture this way.” He dripped a little more of the hot wax onto his captive’s chest and then put the candle away. He then untied the boy and removed the twine from Adam’s cock. “Now you have only your own willpower to keep from coming. I do hope it’s enough.” His expression reflected that he wasn’t being entirely honest about that.
Adam groaned as the twine came off, and felt for a moment like he was going to come right then and there. "Ok," he said, panting, "I'm all about willpower." Of course, he was pretty sure that any sort of direct touch would set him off at this point.
Harry was not going to make it so easy. He liked the game too much to cheat by so much as stroking the helpless young man. Instead, he leaned into his ear, breath hot as he said, “that’s a good boy, laid out and ready to be fucked. I bet you’d pay me right now to fuck you? To just climb onto you and ride you like a wild horse....” As he spoke the sin-laden words, he was pinching and tweaking one of Adam’s nipples.
"Umm, I've got about 5 dollars in my pocket." Adam said, arching into Harry's hand. "How about you fuck me and I owe you?" He can't resist sticking his tongue out a little.
Harry snickered. “Technically speaking, you don’t have pockets at the moment.” He flicked his tongue over Adam’s earlobe and then nibbled at his neck. His fingers continued to pinch and tweak the nipple they had captured.
"I guess you could always search me." Adam said, turning his head to expose his neck to Harry. "Of course, I probably shouldn't have suggested that."
The young man’s babbling was an adorable way to keep himself distracted. Harry wondered what he would do when he could no longer use jokes to suppress his need to come. With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he sealed his lips the Adam’s and gave one nipple a particularly wicked pinch.
Harry apparently hit the bullseye. Adam moaned into the kiss, his cock bouncing and spewing semen generously as he came. It was a mixture of soreness and pleasure that Adam had never quite experienced before.
Harry exulted in his victory. Of course, it wasn’t a fair game at all, but who really cared. He pulled back to look into Adam’s eyes with amusement. “Oh dear. Look at the mess you made....” He tsked and shook his head. “That was a very naughty thing to do.”
"Well, heck." Adam said, red-faced and panting. "Gotta take my medicine, I guess." He shifted his leg over and gave Harry's crotch a brief nudge with his toes. "Rules are rules, right?"
It was at this point that the whore sometimes whined and simpered apologies. Harry was pleased that Adam did not do any such thing. He uncuffed him for the moment. “Get your arse in the air. You need to be punished, you naughty thing.” What a delight this one was turning out to be.
Adam chuckled a bit, rubbing his wrists for a second and then turning over. "You know, you could just fuck me, what with my ass in the air like this." He wiggled it playfully, knowing that Harry wasn't about to let him off so easily.
“If you think the idea is not tempting, you are sorely mistaken. However, you shan’t escape punishment by offering me that glorious arse of yours.” He got a simple round paddle and proceeded to mete out punishment; a rapidfire series of light slaps to each cheek that quickly turned them a bright pink color.
"Well, I had to try." Adam tried to be good and keep himself still, but it just wasn't possible not to wriggle a little with each slap. His ass was getting seriously warm, and Adam clutched at the sheet to try and keep himself in position.
Harry made sure the whore’s ass stung for his little misbehavior. The paddle connected over and over, the slaps echoing in the room. Once he was satisfied, he laid Adam back down on the bed and cuffed him again. “I trust you’ve learned your lesson,” he affirmed, retrieving the next item on the list.
Adam's felt like it was bright red and about triple size, especially against the sheet. "Yes, yes I have." Getting paddled could hurt like a bitch - he'd learned that at least. Still, Harry didn't seem actually displeased, so Adam just went with it and wondered what was coming next.
Seeing the lack of pouting made Harry secure in his plans to continue to torment Adam. He came back with what looked like a simple trapeze--a bar with a chain at each end, and each chain connected to each other. He put Adam’s legs through this and rested the bar behind his knees. That done, he got some more rope and secured it to the chains and to the headboard, providing Adam a convenient (though not entirely comfortable) way of keeping his legs folded back. The bar was wide enough for his to spread his legs, which Harry encouraged him to do.
“Now that you are a little more helpless....” He got a simple vibrator and tapped it against his cheek, smirking in a self-satisfied way.
"This isn't how I remember the circus." Adam's goods were definitely all on display, more so when he spread his legs along the length of the bar. "Are you about to go south with that?"
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Harry replied with a tone of amusement. He turned the vibrator on, but he did not stick it inside Adam or anything so crude or direct. No, he gently ran the humming little toy up and down one of his captive’s thighs, letting the sensations ripple over his nerves.
"I was afraid you would say something like that." Adam couldn't keep his legs from quivering at the vibration, but the trapeze held him steady. The tingling went through his legs, making Adam groan as it reached his recently-spent cock.
Harry was very pleased at just how wound up he had the adorable little whore without having yet touched his dick. The sweet groan of pleasurable dismay made Harry lick his lips in anticipation and he continued to lazily caress the inside of Adam’s thighs with the toy. It was very clear that he was in no rush.
The mixed sounds continued as Adam clutched at the sheets some more. "You've done this before, I can tell." Adam found himself wondering how long the battery in the thing would hold out. Of course, Harry probably had any number of spares. His cock twitched in a rather whiny way, sort of like getting Adam himself up too early in the morning.
“It’s not my first picnic, as you yanks like to say.” Harry finally touched Adam’s balls with the toy, letting the gentle hum continue to drive his captive crazy. Slowly and deliberately, he rolled it over the delicate orbs to maximize the spread of the sensation.
Adam gasped, his head thumping lightly against the mattress. "Oh man ... that is just ... " Adam's cock was definitely considering coming back from its nap.
“I know, I am an evil, dreadful person who should be ashamed of the ways in which I make you suffer,” Harry murmured. He took the toy away from Adam’s gnads and applied it instead to the soles of his feet. From the expression on his face, it was clear he was very happy.
"Oh crap, dude!" Adam scrambled to get away from that ticklish hell, on to be reminded again that being tied down (and up) sort of cramped the whole 'scrambling away' thing. "Evil! Yes, evil!" Adam writhed and just hoped he wouldn't piss himself from this.
Harry took the toy away. “Now, whatever might I do with a gorgeous boy tied to my bed....” He tapped the vibrator against his chin for a moment. Then he walked over to a table and picked up a tackle box, which he returned with and set on the nightstand.
Adam stared at the box. "Dude, if you start getting out fishing lures, I may start screaming like a little girl. I'm just saying ..."
Harry opened the box and revealed a host of trays filled with edible paints. He took out a soft, ox-hair brush and playfully swiped it over one of Adam’s nipples. “What’s your favorite color?” he asked.
"I'm partial to blue and green." Adam said, chucking a bit at the ticklish touch of the brush. "Are you going to turn me into art, then?”
“You already are,” Harry replied with a sweet smile. He dipped the brush into the blue tray and then drew a spiral upon his whore’s belly. The green was next, and the circles he drew with that wound around Adam’s nipples.
"You wouldn't think that if you'd seen the Halloween where I went as mime." Adam said, watching Harry paint. "It wasn't pretty."
“No?” Harry changed brushes, now using a bright pink purely for the fact that it amused him. He colored both of Adam’s nipples, the soft hairs and thick paint caressing each nub in turn. It was fun to tease and torment the helpless young man, giving him just a taste of pleasure here and there.
Adam's cheeks were already colored without the benefit of paint. He moaned softly as the brush spread the cool paint onto his skin. "No ... lucky I didn't get mugged ..."
Harry chuckled softly and put the brush aside. His robe slipped open just a little bit, revealing a little bit of the pale torso underneath. With eyes full of wicked mischief, he licked away some of the paint on Adam’s belly.
"Now that's more like it." Adam said, grinning at the bit of skin. "I hope there's no lead in that." He put his head back at the touch of Harry's tongue. "You've done that before, too."
Harry made no response, focused on the fruity sweetness of the paint and the feel of Adam’s slightly-sweaty skin under his tongue. His eyes closed in bliss as he sucked away the paint in loving kisses.
"Do I taste good?" Adam said, more quietly. His cock was definitely on the rise again.
“You taste divine,” Harry said without pretense. He moved to suck away the paint coating one of Adam’s nipples, still not touch the whore’s cock.
"Sweet talker." Adam said, grinning. "I bet you say that to all the boys you tie up and lick paint off of." He actually didn't think Harry did that, but it was fun to tease back a little.
“I never tell tales out of school,” Harry argued, swirling his tongue around the nipple that he had captured.
“What were you like in school?” Adam asked, arching his chest a bit. “All quiet and proper, or a rascal?”
Harry chuckled. “You are quite the chatterbox, aren’t you? I’m licking this beautiful body of yours and you want to play twenty questions?” Adam was far too cute for words and Harry was quite determined to have him over again. He moved his teasing lips to the other nipple.
“That’s part of my charm.” Adam said, sighing happily. “If you want me to shut up, you could always put something in my mouth. Like a penis, for example.”
Harry laughed. “All in good time.” He licked away another swirling pattern of paint. “Or am I keeping you from something? I would hate to feel like I am delaying you from some crucial appointment.” Harry caressed one of Adam’s thighs gently.
“Oh, no.” Adam said. “My schedule is completely open, so I’m all yours.” He grinned. “Every bit of me.”
Once the paint is licked away, Harry moved around so he was between the splayed legs. “I’m so glad to hear it.” He moved in and flicked his tongue across the man’s hole, still very into the game. If he just needed to get off, after all, he could simply save his cash and have a wank.
“God!” Adam said, the tongue leaving his whole body quivering. “Umm ... yeah ... what was I saying?” He could feel the gooseflesh on his thighs as that brief sensation ran along his whole body.
“You were saying how I’m your new best friend.” Harry grinned and delved in deep with his agile tongue. Adam was such an open book, so easy to read his reactions to things. Harry learned very quickly how to own the man’s soul.
Adam opened his mouth to make some clever reply and found himself just gasping as Harry’s tongue got busy.
Harry was well-versed in the art of eating a boy out, so he took his time to really drive Adam completely insane. His nimble fingers continued to caress the whore’s thighs, massaging the smooth skin teasingly.
Insane was a pretty good word for it. Adam was all but thrashing against his restraints, trying in vain to spread his legs wider and push into that talented tongue.
Harry gave him more and more and then suddenly stopped. He looked down at the panting, writhing young man with a wicked smile. The next weapon he picked up was some icy-hot gel, which he rubbed first into Adam’s nipples.
The abrupt stopping of pleasure was shocking, almost like pain. “What ... hey ... don’t ... “ Then he was ‘ooh’ again as the gel kicked in.
Finally, after all the teasing, Harry wrapped his slick fingers around Adam’s rigid pole. As he gently stroked the boy, the feelings of hot and cold spread along the shaft like dozens of pleasurable needles.
Adam valiantly held on for about 3 seconds, then it was all yelling and squirming as he came hard. His cock and balls still ached enough that there was a generous mixture of pain with the pleasure, like the orgasm was being forced out of him.
“Again? What a naughty thing you are.” Harry grinned and shook his head. With the gel still lingering on his more sensitive places, he left Adam for a moment to clean his hand and get the paddle. What a splendid evening it was.
Adam just lay there for a minute shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. Then he slowly started to come to his senses, and noticed the paddle. “Oh man, I’m in for it now.” He grinned, worn out but still game. “I don’t suppose you’d care to let me off with a warning?”
Harry grinned. “I don’t think so,” he informed him and tanned his ass a darker shade of red, getting very turned on by the slapping sounds of wood on flesh. It was reaching a point where he felt he really needed to have Adam.
Adam squeezed his eyes closed and tried to take it like a man, or something, but his face was keeping pace with his ass for redness.
With the punishment doled out, Harry put the paddle aside. Calmly and professionally, he removed the trapeze and unbound Adam from the bed. Then he doffed his robe, revealing his excitement to the whore on the bed.
It actually felt a little weird without the restraints, but not in a bad way. Adam was imagining a huge ice pack on his ass when Harry disrobed. “Hey there,” he said, grinning, “can I help you with that?”
“Would you liked to?” Harry countered, smiling a cocky smile. He was very much ready to get inside Adam, from one end or the other.
“Oh, yes.” Adam said, crawling to the edge of the mattress. “Come a little closer and I’ll show you how much I’d like that.”
Harry decided it was time to let Adam show him how much he liked what he had experience, so he laid down on the bed and folding his hands behind his head. “Let’s see what you’ve got, sweet thing.”
Ordinarly, Adam would be more of a mind to tease the client a bit before delivering the goods, but there had been plenty of teasing going on already, so he decided to get to it. He crawled over next to Harry, and began to slowly lick over the man's erection, lingering over the sensitive tip.
Harry smirked happily at him, pleased that Adam was going after his cock with such enthusiasm. It would not have surprised him if the whore had tried to turn the tables, but he was just as happy to get some attention after the long evening of teasing.
Adam ran his lips slowly along the shaft for a minute. "Are points south off-limits?" He slipped a finger slowly behind Harry's balls, not wanting to assume anything.
Harry chuckled softly. No courtesan would dare to even suggest such a thing without express permission. It was one of the reasons he really liked the unschooled whores. “I’ll tell you to stop if you do something wrong.”
Adam grinned at that. "Good to know." He eased Harry's thighs a bit further apart, wet his finger and slipped it down to rub over the man's asshole. "Mmm, I'm thinking there aren't a lot of visitors back here." Adam licked Harry's cock a bit more, then opened his lips over the tip and began to slowly take it into his mouth.
“The invitations are handed out only rarely,” Harry informed him, sighing in pleasure. “You seem pretty good at this,” he purred happily. Nothing made him feel so appreciated as when his cock was being worshipped by a sweet boy.
Adam hummed his thanks, drawing Harry's cock inside until Adam's lips brushed against Harry's pubes. Encouraged by Harry's response, Adam dipped his fingertip slowly into the man's asshole.
Harry enjoyed having his prostate played with while he was sucked, so he offered no complaints about the intrusion. He just moaned softly and let Adam work, thrusting lightly into the eager mouth.
Adam's finger sought out that wonderful little bump of flesh, his mouth and tongue continuing to work over Harry's cock as it slipped back and forth between Adam's lips.
“That’s a good boy.” Harry listened to the wet slurping noises as if they were a classic musical concerto, a wide smile on his face. “Keep that up, I’m nearly there.”
Adam kept it up, alright, his fingertip rubbing steadily over Harry's prostate as the man fucked Adam's mouth. He definitely wanted to get Harry off - the man had treated him well, kinks or not.
Harry was not very well versed into denying himself his own pleasure, so it did not take much more of Adam’s expert manipulations to send him over. He groaned sweetly as he shot molten liquid across his whore’s tongue, shuddering all over.
Adam was ready and swallowed down Harry's semen as it filled his mouth. He withdrew his finger slowly, working the last drops from Harry's cock and bathing it with his tongue until he felt it start to go soft. Easing back off, Adam sat up and grinned at his client.
Harry lay there, smiling and basking in the utter joy of such a wonderful suck job. He sat up eventually and eyed his whore with a speculative look. “Would it be imposing upon you to suggest you stay a while longer so I can fuck you into a coma?” he asked with a bright smile.
“I was hoping that would be happening, yes.” Adam said, chuckling. “My ass is at your disposal. Feel free to make it sore inside as well as out.” He winked.
“Oh good,” Harry approved and dragged him down to the bed atop him. Adam really was a wiry thing, but incredibly cute as well. Cupping his whore’s sore and abused ass, he leaned up and gave him a sweet, lingering kiss.
Adam kissed the man back, a thought occurring to him once they had separated again. “I haven't just signed myself up for being strapped into a fucking machine, have I?” He grinned. Of course, what was going to happen would be Harry's decision in any case, but Adam did seem to have a knack for getting himself into trouble.
“I’ve never used one of those before,” Harry mused, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I wonder if they have any horse-shaped dildos around....” After a pause, he laughed softly. “No machine is going to enter into it--or you. I’m going to save that privilege for myself.”
"Well, that's good to know." Adam said, visibly relieved. "And yes, for the record, they have dildos in all sorts of disturbing shapes. I try not to think about that too much." He winked. "But yes, I much prefer having the real thing inside there."
Harry ran hands along Adam’s body. “You are a very good lad,” he commented. His eyes searched Adam’s face. “I should warn you, I get a little rough. I don’t want to frighten you or anything.”
“Going to really give it to me, are you?” Adam said. “We’ll, I’m not exactly an iron man, but I do like a good pounding. I think I’ll be ok.”
Harry’s eyes glittered. “There’s lube in the nightstand. Get your arse ready for me. I want to watch you.” He pinched the sore and abused skin of his whore’s ass, expression still playful--though it might be akin to the playfulness of a cat with a mouse.
Adam yelped a bit at the pinch, scrambling off to retrieve the lube and return. Drawing his knees up and apart so that Harry had a good view of his hole, Adam lubed up a finger and began to work it inside. He moaned happily, teasing his own prostate a bit before adding a second finger.
Harry watched the show avidly, pleased that Adam wasn’t being shy about it. Some of the whores got awfully pouty when they were asked to put on these little performances. As if they really had any dignity in need of preserving. “That’s good, get yourself nice and open.”
Adam probably would have been embarrassed if he'd been asked to do this earlier, and probably would be embarrassed looking back. At the moment, though, he was getting into it. Having Harry watch him with such interest, and the promise of a good fuck after all the teasing were both definite turn-ons.
After a couple more minutes, Adam added a third finger, meeting Harry's eyes while he kept getting himself ready. Oh yes, he definitely wanted the man's cock inside him.
As he watched with lascivious eyes, Harry considered making Adam beg for it. There was nothing quite so musical as a whore in heat begging to get fucked. However, that would be a tad redundant, as Adam was clearly begging with his actions and his eyes. And, really, hadn’t they both waited long enough?
Harry moved with feline grace, pouncing upon Adam and tossing him face-first onto the soft covers. One of his elegant hands tangled in Adam’s hair, forcing his face into the mattress and pinning him while he positioned his cock. In a single thrust, he was in to the hilt.
Adam landed on the sheet in a bit of surprise, a deep moan escaping as Harry drove inside him. Harry wasn’t kidding when he said he could be a bit rough, but that was just fine with Adam. He was entirely ready to be fucked.
“Nice and tight, but oh so ready for it, eh? Ready to be used like the whore you are?” The tone was still light and tinged with amusement, because Harry had not turned into some monster at the flick of a switch. He was merely sating his other needs now--the ones that required him to fuck a boy into a drooling mess. Bracing himself, he began to pound Adam’s body with no warm-up, hammering home at a brutal pace.
Brutal was right. Adam’s spanked ass was definitely complaining about it, but at the same time just getting plowed was better than alright. His hands were clenching at the sheet, but Adam definitely wasn’t trying to get away from it. It felt like Harry was really into it, and that had been turning Adam on during their entire encounter.
Harry plunged into him mercilessly, claiming his prize with animal ferocity. Though by all accounts an even-tempered and exquisitely polite young man, there was an aggressive side to him as well. He needed it to succeed in business. It also came out when he was sheathed inside a sweet and compliant young man like Adam. “You feel wonderful.”
There was a simplicity to it, being held down and fucked like this. Adam didn’t have to think about what he should or shouldn’t be doing, he could just be there and feel it. It was exciting, knowing that such a wealthy and powerful man had chosen him. Add to that the very real pleasure of just being taken. Adam was moaning into the sheet, not caring how tender his back door was going to be after the double whammy of spanking and fucking.
Harry grinned as the whore’s noises intensified. The pleasure of taking the sweet thing also grew stronger with every demanding thrust. Soon, Harry was panting heavily as he moved, body glistening with perspiration. His climax swept over him in a rush, causing him to shudder all over in wonderful, perfect bliss.
Adam was doing some panting of his own as Harry thrust through his orgasm, shivering a bit as he felt Harry’s movements against him come to a stop. He reached back and stroked over Harry’s hip slowly.
“Well, that was rather nice,” Harry approved and slid off of the thoroughly-used and debauched whore. He was quite a mess, though not as much as Adam was. Smiling benignly, he settled on his side next to Adam and trailed fingers over his back.
“You do know how to make a man feel wanted.” Adam said, chuckling and turning somewhat gingerly onto his side to face Harry.
“And you are marvelously cooperative,” Harry complimented him. “You barely raised a fuss at all, which I dearly appreciate.” He reached over to cup Adam’s much-abused ass. The look on his face was weary but pleased.
Adam twitched at the contact, then laughed again. “Yeah, I try to go with things. Of course, some clients want us to put up a fight and all that.” He shook his head. “I don’t get chosen for that sort of thing much, I guess my face just doesn’t say ‘fighter’.”
“It would be a tragedy to use you in such a way.” Harry and kissed him gently. Then he rolled out of bed and slipped his robe back on. Parting, as the saying went, was such sweet sorrow. Harry found his wallet and pulled out some bills. His smile was heartfelt when he turned around. “You were exquisite, my boy.” He stepped over and pressed a half dozen c-notes into Adam’s hand. “I’ll be seeing you again.”
Adam smiled, hoping he didn’t look too OMG at the generous tip. “Thanks - I look forward to it.” He looked around for a moment, getting his clothes together and getting dressed. There always seemed to be a problem finding one shoe for some reason. That accomplished, Adam slipped the bills Harry had given him into a pocket, gave the man another smile, and made his exit.