Unbound (The Wild Ride)

*Brian’s P.O.V.*

Zachary is kneeling on the bed, facing the headboard. It’s a rather small bed compared to the ones I have in my home. I’m sitting in a wooden chair a few inches away from the foot of the bed, watching Zachary putting lube on his fingers. He then bends over and sticks his two lubed fingers into his hole. He turns his head to look at me... as instructed. I hear him whimper and moan as he plays with himself. He pulls out to get more lube. He prepping himself... he probably thinks for another fucking, but I have something else in mind. All he knows is that he needs to prep his hole with lots of lube... because when it comes to fisting, lube isn’t optional... it’s a requirement. I want Zachary to enjoy this training session, and so far he seems to like it. He’s applying more lube for a third time.
“Enough,” I command, “Look at the headboard and no where else.”
He pulls out his fingers and does as he's told, “Yes Sir.”
I stand up and approach the bed. I grab the bottle of lube. I squeeze some into his crack and some into his entrance. I lube my four fingers.
“What's the safe word, darling?” I ask.
“Gerbil,” Zachary answers.
“Good,” I reply, “This shouldn’t hurt, but if it does DON’T be afraid to say the safe word.”
“Yes Master,” he responds.
I push my fingers in slowly, up to the last knuckle. Zachary grips the bed sheet until his knuckles turn white. He whimpers as he gets use to more of a stretch. I still my hand for a moment before I spread my fingers a bit. Zachary let out a small whine as he’s more stretch out. I’m giving him so much as he takes it... no hesitation... no arguing or questioning... he has to be the best Submissive I’ve ever had. I retract my fingers back together and start fisting for Zachary’s prostate. He arches his back as he moans loudly... found it. I fist him faster.
“M-Master! Oh god! Oh yes!” He screams out.
I feel blood flowing to my groin. I fucken love it when he talks like that.
“Let it out Pudding,” I encourage him, “Let me hear you.”
“Oh Yes! Yes! Oh shit! Fuck! So fucken good! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” He screams.
I squeeze more lube on my hand and his hole as I kept fisting him. I can feel that my dick is throbbing hard... just aching to be in Zachary’s scrumptious ass again... or maybe his glorious mouth. I keep poking his prostate and hearing his screams... screams of praises to god and to me. I feel his walls tighten around my fingers, he’s about to come. Should I get him to beg to orgasm? Or should I just grant him permission? Maybe see how far he’ll go... maybe he’ll last longer to fisting than he did to oral. His walls tighten more around me as he continues to scream. I keep fisting... going to find his breaking point. His hips begin to push against my hand, making me go deeper.
“Oh fuck! Oh god! Shit! Fucken! Shit! So fucken good!” He screams.
I lean into his ear, “If I let you come, will you something for me?”
“Yes!” He calls out, “Anything for you Synyster Sir!”
I smile, “Come for me Sugar.”
I poke his prostate one more time before he screams, his body trembling as he hits his climax.
I pull my hand out and flip him over. I lick him clean once more. I can’t help it... I’m too addicted to all of his tastes. After he’s all clean I keep licking his stomach, just to hear his giggles a moment more. This man makes me do all kinds of things I wouldn’t do for anybody else.
“What would you like me to do for you, Master Synyster?” Zachary asks.
I shudder... the name perfectly rolls off his tongue in such an angelic voice.
“First of all I want you to get on your knees,” I order.
He nods, get off the bed, and gets on his knees. I notice he’s still looking at the headboard.
“Why are your eyes not on the floor?” I ask.
“Because you told me to keep my eyes on the headboard,” he answers, “I wasn’t sure if moving my eyes would count as a strike.”
I chuckle to myself. I’m used to Subs putting their eyes on the floor... Zachary is truly following through with my commands... makes me proud to be his Dominant.
“What would you like to do now Sir? He asks.
I stand before him, “I need you to relieve me of this situation. I want you look at the situation and nothing else.”
He moves his eyes, “Yes Sir.”
Zachary strokes my cock until precum leaks from the slit. He laps at the head of my cock. Tingles spark up my spine. He wraps his lips around the head, his tongue licking the slit. A moan bursts out of my mouth as I continue to watch him. I take my hand and pet his silky black hair. He takes more of me with each bob of his head. Soon enough, I'm balls deep in his mouth. Once he has taken my whole length, he sucks as he laps the slit.
I let out a grunting moan. “Oh, fuck.”
He pulls me out of his mouth. He holds my length up to get access to suck my testicles.
I let out a groan, “Look at me Darling.”
Zachary’s eyes look up into mine as he keeps sucking and licking my nuts. He then puts my cock back into his mouth, his eyes still locked onto mine. I normally like to fuck the shit out of my Sub’s face... but not with Zachary... I like watching him. I feel a hot ball form in the pit of my stomach. He continues to bob his head and lick the slit of my cock. I continue to look at his eyes... starting to get lost in them… like a deep green ocean. The ball grows hotter. He uses his hands to massages my balls as he continues to suck my cock. The ball in my stomach grows much hotter and quite quickly at that. I grip a handful of his hair… he has such a mouth on him. His eyes still on mine... like a good Sub. Those emerald-like eyes do something to me... they make feel so fuzzy, especially in my chest. I don’t why or how I feel this way, but until I know what this feeling is, I’m going to keep Zachary by my side. Fuck! This is getting intense. This feels so good, I don’t want to come just yet... but the ball in the pit of my stomach is growing wildly hot. My grip in his hair got tighter. He moans which sent more tingles up my spine. My head involuntarily tilts back and I groan and moan to the sensations Zachary is giving me.
“I’m gonna come soon Pudding,” I warn him.
He pulls me out of his mouth with a ‘pop.’
“Yes Sir,” he said, before wrapping his lips around my dick.
He sucks long and hard before licking the slit of my cock, lapping that one spot that makes my eyes roll back. I grip his hair hard and let out a grunt as I come intensely in his throat. After I finish, I release my grip on his hair and straighten it out. He stays kneeling with his eyes still on mine. He hands spread out on his thighs, like the position in the playroom.
“I believe this training session is over,” I announce, “When we finish packing and head home... I’ll give a great reward.”
He smiles warmly, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
I take a hand and help him on his feet to lead him into the shower. I must admit, him succeeding his training was the horse I was betting on.

Notes

Thoughts??