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tightened. Precum dripped from the ruddy head.
    “Stand,” Zane commanded. “Now turn to me.” Zane took the submissive’s cock in his fist. With his other hand, Zane fondled his balls. “I’m going to suck you until you’re begging to come.” He gave Bruce’s cock a hard squeeze and licked his lips as a droplet of precum seeped from the slitted opening. “I’m going to lick away every drop of cream you give me. And then I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
    The submissive’s eyes rolled in his head. “Yes, please,” he whispered.
    Zane pulled on his submissive’s cock, using it like a lead as he walked to a chair and settled into it. Then he put his hands on either side of his partner’s hips and pulled them toward him, taking his cock into his mouth, relaxing his throat so it could slide deep. He set the speed and depth of his submissive’s thrusts, forcing him to fuck his mouth hard, deep, fast. And when he trusted Bruce to keep that pace, he let one of his hands slide around to his ass to find his anus.
    When Zane’s lubed finger slid inside the tight hole, Bruce’s cock jerked inside his mouth. Zane added a second finger, stretching Bruce’s anus, preparing it for him. Bruce’s breathing grew shallow and quick, his movements jerky. Zane added a third finger, and Bruce let his upper body fall forward, catching himself on outstretched arms, his hands braced on the back of the chair.
    “More,” Bruce whispered breathlessly. “Oh, damn. More.”
    Zane crammed his fingers inside Bruce’s hungry hole and swallowed Bruce’s ample precum, his every sense alert to his partner’s body. He could feel the heat radiating off Bruce’s skin. The scent of pleasure-pain filled his nostrils, so sweet, so intoxicating. His ears filled with the music of his partner’s gasps and groans and the slurping smack of his lips and tongue. Just as Bruce was about to come, Zane shoved at his chest, forcing him back.
    “No. On your knees.”
    Bruce trembled as he dropped to his knees. Zane handed him some pillows, positioning him so his ass was up high, at just the right angle to take him to the hilt. He spread some more lube around the ring of muscle, added a little inside, and entered him in one long, slow thrust. They both shuddered at the pleasure, and their voices carried around the room as they sighed with relief.
    “Yes, more, please,” Bruce murmured, angling his body into a better position.
    Zane passed him the lube as he slammed in and out of his ass. “Take your cock in your hand. Stroke it.” He was close. Damn close. So close, he didn’t give a damn about anything else.
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Come for me. Come, dammit.” Zane’s body was on fire. His blood was burning. His cock was so hard, he gritted his teeth against the pleasure and the pain. His balls were about to explode. And a searing hunger tore through his whole being. “Come now!”
    Beneath him, Bruce shook. He shuddered and quaked and moaned. Then there was a fraction of a second of silence and a long exhalation. “Yessssss.”
    A picture of Amanda Thompson flashed through Zane’s mind, and his balls contracted. His cum blazed up his shaft, exploding from his body in white-hot bursts. Dizzy from the intensity, he drove into Bruce’s ass, filling it with his seed. He lowered his body, until his chest was resting against Bruce’s back. He licked a path around the side of Bruce’s neck, opened his mouth, and bit.
    Bruce’s scream pierced his ears as the first mouthful of blood flowed over his tongue.

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    T his was getting old.
    Mandy had spent the last few weeks pretending to be a new submissive at a local bondage club, while watching mostly naked men and women of all ages, shapes, and sizes be chained up, tied down, spanked, paddled, flogged, and caned. At first, it was pretty damn sexy to watch. But gradually it lost its appeal. She just could not understand why they did it. What purpose did