Unexpected

Heath hisses, his hands tightening on the arms of the chair, but he refuses to give Johnny more of a reaction than that. "That it?" He sneers, flicking his hair back.

John clenches his jaw before engulfing Heath in one motion, taking all of him until he was hitting the back of John's throat.

Okay, he was totally not prepared for that. Heath cries out, arching against John's mouth. "Ahh fuck, John!" He tangles his hands into that amazing hair, giving it a hard wrench. "Do it."

John started sucking hard on Heath's member, deep throating him as much as possible without choking. He moaned around Heath, sending vibrations through him as he bobbed his head up and down.

Heath's eyes drift shut as he writhes in John's grasp, groaning softly. "Fuck yeah, John. That's it."

But John abruptly pulled away. "Good, then that should be enough for you to tie me down and fuck me... like I told you..." He purred, getting up and going back tot eh bed.

Heath is up on his feet in seconds, grabbing John by the hair and jerking his head back. He's a little surprised at how into this he is, but he wouldn't change a thing. "What in the hell makes you think you're giving the orders around here, Johnny?" He hisses into his ear. "I will fuck you when I'm damn good and ready and not a second before, you got me?"

John shivered, and nodded. "Y-Yes s-sir..." He whispered, looking up at Heath with hungry eyes. He loved being controlled. And Heath was turning him on more than ever.

Heath tries not to react too much when John calls him 'Sir,' but it sends a shiver down his spine. He feels like he's stepping outside himself, like something is controlling his actions as surely as he's controlling Johnny. He tightens his grip on the man's hair. "Mine." He hisses, planting his other hand on Johnny's chest. "Mine," he murmurs, his hand sliding down, resting on those beautiful abs, "Mine."

His hand goes lower yet, gripping Johnny's cock. "Mine."

"O-Oh!" John squeals when Heath's hand wrapped around his hard cock. "Y-Yours..." He whimpered, shivered at the feel of Heath's hand on his member. "P-Please!" He squeaked out, a habit when he was this turned on.

Heath chuckles, nipping his earlobe hard. "On the bed, hands and knees. Now." He releases John, taking a step back.

John immediately complies, getting on his hands and knees on the bed, looking up at Heath obediently. This whole BDSM play made him more horny than he's ever been. And he was desperate to have Heath fuck him rough and hard, torture him slowly...

Heath circles the bed slowly, watching him, licking his lips. Though he's completely astonished at how this has all happened, he has absolutely no complaints. "Very pretty," he purrs, running his hand up Johnny's back.

John shivered. "I'm not just pretty..." He accidentally spoke out, shuddering as Heath's fingers trailed up the sensitive skin of the small of his tan back.

Heath curls his fingers, raking them down John's back. "Did I tell you you could talk?" He snarls.

John whimpered, more so in pleasure than pain. "N-No... s-sorry..." He stuttered. He was so turned on, it hurt. He curled his fingers around the sheets, resisting the urge to touch himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." Heath leans in close, his cheek pressed against John's. "I'm sorry... what?"

"I'm s-sorry sir." John breathed. "P-Please... f-fuck me p-please..." He whimpered, wanting so badly to be touched.

"Good answer, but I already told you," He tugs hard on John's hair. "I'll fuck you when I feel like fucking you. Not a moment before."

He moves over to his nightstand slowly, pulling out a tube of lube. With slow, deliberate movements, he moves back on to the bed and starts prepping Johnny. "Tell me how bad you want it," Heath snarls. "Convince me and I'll give it to you harder than anyone else has in your whole life."

John moaned loudly, turning around and harshly kissing Heath. "I fucking want it, now!" He growled, drawing blood as he bit down on Heath's lip.

Heath grabs Johnny's hair. "I didn't tell you to do that, John," he snarls, forcing him back down on the bed. "Seems to me like you have a discipline problem." He reaches out, smacking John's ass hard.

John screamed out in pleasure. "Oh! Again! Please!" He squealed, his back arching his back as Heath spanked him. This was amazing, the pleasure and pain making him dizzy.

Heath smirks, smacking him again and again, till his hand aches with the sting of it. He coats two fingers, pushing them into him. "That's it, Darlin'," he purrs. "Beg for it."

"Oh please! Please, Heath! I want it, please!" John begged, head thrown back as Heath pushed his fingers in him. It felt so good, he was almost in tears.

Heath just snarls in response, flicking his hair back out of his eyes as he prepares John for him. He slicks himself up slowly, hissing at his own touch.