Hard Sell Part Three -Hard Ride

What kind of punishment is this, Mark asked himself. Naked with his wrists bound to his ankles on his knees, he breathed through his nose because his own cum soaked briefs had been stuffed in his mouth. He watched as Oliver stripped out of his clothes.

Over six foot tall, broad shouldered, a flat muscled stomach, bald with glasses, handsome and confident. He sat on the couch directly across from him, spread his knees. His limp cock hung down over two large balls, hairy balls. He remembered the smell of the man, the taste of his dick, and he began to drool. The spit soaked the underwear, allowing the flavors to run out over his tongue and down his throat.

The man ran one hand up his own thigh to his dick, the other hand over his chest to play with his nipples until each of them were hard. He stroked his dick and Mark grunted with desire, pulled a little at his bonds. Oliver smirked. He ran the hand from his nipples to his dick, gripped it with both hands. Mark could still see the head sticking out. It was big, long, the biggest he had ever sucked, the biggest that could possibly be inside of him that night. He moaned and struggled. Oliver got up and moved to him, pulled the underwear from his mouth.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you want to suck my dick?"

"Yes sir."

"How about eat my ass?"

"Yes sir, anything you want sir."

Oliver turned in front of the younger man and bent over with his feet wide, one hand reached back to help part his cheeks, the other grabbed hold of the ring on Mark's collar and pulled. Mark found himself quickly pulled into flesh. He stuck out his tongue and felt the man's anus, probed at the soft flesh as he was held there. The hand that had helped part his cheeks grabbed at Mark's hair to pull him deeper. He licked and sucked at that man's hole as he listened to him moan.

At first the other man's anus felt like a wrinkle of skin, a tight opening. He continued to lick over it, worked his tongue in a little at a time until the flesh puckered. He strained against his shackles, felt his muscles tighten. The man held him tight between his cheeks. He moaned and stuck out his tongue as Oscar groaned and dug his fingers into his scalp.

"Eat my ass," Oscar demanded.

Mark continued to lick and kiss until his jaw ached, then Oscar pulled away from him, turned and aimed his dick for Mark's mouth. He pushed against his lips, slid between them, along his tongue and to the back of his throat until he gagged, until he couldn't breath. Mark struggled with the mouthful of dick. He felt his stomach tighten, his own dick the hardest it had ever been, a sensitive probe that could even feel the air. It waved around as his ass cheeks flexed, it tried to find anything to rub against. Oliver pulled his dick out and Mark gasped for breath, spit ran out from his mouth, his lips felt swollen, saliva landed on his heaving chest.

Oscar slapped him with his dick on either side of his face, then pulled at his hair until Mark looked up into his eyes. His mouth open he didn't expect spit, Oscar's spit, to slowly descend into it. But he swallowed.

"Please, can I have some more?" he begged.

Oscar slapped him across the face with one hand as the other continued to pull his hair. He spit again into Mark's mouth, then stuck his dick back inside. His lips were smooth sailing, his tongue a fine texture, and his throat warm and moist. He stroked in and out several times until he didn't think Mark could withstand anymore, then he pulled out and held him with a hand on each shoulder so he wouldn't fall.

Mark wanted more, begged for more but his voice was weak. Oscar put an arm around his throat as he undid the restraints. Mark found the release was like a new weight as his body gave in to the pain. Oscar helped him to the ground, face down, and gasping for air. Oscar got down on his knees, lay down on Mark's prone body, his dick pressed against his backside. Mark begged to be taken, his own drooling dick pressed into the carpet felt like a new part of his body.

"Do you want it?" Oscar asked.

"Fuck me," Mark answered.

He slid down, pressed between his cheeks, right to his hole. Mark felt the intruder, the pressure at his ass and he tried to lift himself up to greet it. His left leg contracted up towards his body, his right was limp and extended. He felt Oscar's fingertips run up his back, down his spine through sweat. He held his breath as he felt the other man push inside, a pain ran through him and out his throat in a guttural scream. Oscar put one hand to his mouth to cover it but his fingers slipped inside and Marked sucked at them. He tasted the salt of his own body, but it wasn't the flavor. It was the pressure against his lips. He tightened around the fingers. He tightened around the dick.

The pain turned to pleasure and his sphincter loosened, stretched as he felt Oscar move inside him. His own dick strained, a nerve ran from the head down the shaft between his thighs to his hole where Oscar's dick held him open, the nerve continued inside to his stomach. His belly tingled from the rough fabric of the carpet. He felt like he as was in pieces connected by fibres of nerve. He reached out and dug his fingers into it, the leather cuffs were fixtures of reality.

Oscar continued to fuck him, in and out until he was in a rhythm as his low hanging balls slapped against Mark's. He felt his own muscles strain, sweat ran down his back. His sensitive dick encased in a warmth that he loved. He battered away at the younger man who groaned against his fingers. He felt that rush, that sting, a moment of bliss and pain of an orgasm.

Ejaculate shot from him and deep inside Mark. He held him close, their bodies felt like one breathing entity. Their skin was hot and felt like they bonded. He lay for a moment before reaching down between the younger man's thighs to his dick and took hold of it. He pulled it back between his thighs, his tight balls strained under the pressure. He tickled the engorged, bulbous head that was slick with pre-cum which made Mark squeal with pleasure until his legs spasmed and his buttocks tightened. He shrieked as he felt the best orgasm approaching.

Every part of his body felt like it was pulled together and out his dick. He closed his eyes and felt it all drain out, spasm after spasm until it was gone. Oscar massaged out every last feeling of pleasure and pain. Oscar sat back on his thighs, playfully slapped Mark on the ass.

"Was it good for you?" Oscar asked.

Mark groaned a response, rolled over onto his back. His dick bent back up against his belly, ejaculate leaked out over it. He struggled to catch his breath. Oscar lay back down on top of him, chest to chest. He kissed him, touched him, then pulled away and lay next to him on his back. Their two naked bodies side by side.

"That was so fucking good," Mark said.

"Give me fifteen minutes and we can go again," Oscar replied.

Mark pulled his knees up one at a time to stretch his muscles, flexed his arms, and rolled over to Oscar, put his head on the man's shoulder. He reached down with his left hand and took hold of the man's dick. He tugged and stroked at it, as it hardened he lingered more around the head amongst the foreskin. Oscar reached down to Mark's dick and pulled at it. They kissed and snuggled against each other until they were both erect.

Oscar rolled over on top, kissed and rubbed his way down the younger man's body until he got to his dick which he took easily in his mouth and sucked clean. He licked down to his balls, sucked on each of them, then went lower along the rippled trail as he pushed Mark's knees up to his chest. He licked down and at his leaking hole. He tasted his own cum, then maneuvered up, let the back of Mark's knees rest on his shoulders, pressed his dick to his hole. He pushed inside slowly. It was easier but still tight. He slid to the base, pulled out then thrust back inside.

He pushed Mark's knees to his chest and kissed his red, sensitive lips. Mark grabbed back, took hold of the man's shoulders, dug his nails into skin. Oscar continued to pump, stroke after stroke. His balls slapped each time. He pinched the younger man's nipples until they were points, then ran his hands down over his muscled stomach to Mark's dick. He stroked with one hand and pulled at his balls with the other. They groaned and touched everywhere they could reach. Oscar felt the strain in his muscles but pushed through it. He rolled Mark onto his side, fucked him some more, then rolled him onto his stomach and found a renewed determination. He pulled him up onto his hands and knees while keeping his dick inside. He wrapped his arms around him, his balls swung freely until they tightened, and it happened.

Another orgasm, he bit at his lip as he reached for Mark's dick. He quickly stroked him to his second climax. They paused for a moment in their embrace before falling back to the floor. Oscar pulled out and rolled onto his side beside him. He ran a finger down his spine to his ass, between his cheeks, and inside. He felt the looseness, the wetness of a used hole and he smiled. It wouldn't take much more, he thought, to turn him out with his friends.

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