Unexpected

"Please... tie me up... tape my mouth... fuck me hard... please!" John begged, reaching down to stroke himself.

Heath growls low in his throat, slapping John's hand aside. "Good little sluts don't need to be tied up. You're going to hold on to the rails and you aren't going to touch yourself till I give you permission. IF I give you permission." He smiles slowly. "As for gagging you? Darlin', I just love the way you beg."

John whimpered when Heath said he couldn't touch himself. His cock was already leaking, begging to be touched. He gripped the rails hard, resisting the urge to stroke himself. "P-Please sir, f-fuck me p-please!" He begged, and couldn't help but make another reach to touch himself.

Heath grabs Johnny's wrist, pinning it against the small of his back. "How many times do I have to TELL you?" He hisses, putting Johnny's hand back on the rail. "I have to correct you again and you won't be coming at all tonight, understand?" He smacks his ass hard for emphasis.

John whimpered, nodding fearfully at the though of not getting any relief. "Y-Yes sir." He whispered, his cock twitching again. He bit his lip, keeping quiet and waited for Heath to finally fuck him.

Once he's satisfied John will obey, Heath shifts himself into position, sliding into him.

He's careful at first, both to keep John comfortable and to prolong the experience. Once he's satisfied, he starts slamming into him as hard as he can, giving the other man absolutely no warning.

John squealed loudly when Heath not so subtly pounded into him. It hurt, but it felt fucking good as well. "Heath!" He moaned, not realizing he had reached down to stroke himself again.

Heath stops cold, grabbing Johnny's hands. "Bitch can't control his hands," He growls, switching John's wrists to one hand, shoving him down into the pillows, his head tilted to the side so he can still breathe. "Bitch loses his hands."

Still maintaining the grip, Heath starts pounding into him again, periodically smacking John's ass with his free hand.

John's eye rolled in the back of his head as Heath pounds into him. "O-Oh!" He squeaked as Heath held him down and fucked him hard and rough, smacking him at the same time. He whimpered, his cock hurting from lack of attention. "Please s-sir... I wanna c-come, p-please." He whimpered, his muscles tightening around Heath's cock to get his attention.

Heath gives him a few more thrusts, just enough to let him know that it was his decision. "So come." He snarls, releasing one of John's hands, giving him another hard smack.

John's hand immediately starts stroking himself fast, desperately wanting some relief. But at the same time, he wanted Heath to make him wait and hold it back. "O-Oh! I'm g-gonna c-c-come!" He squealed. He knew it was too soon, but he couldn't help it.

"Me first." Heath hisses into John's ear. "You come before me..." He trails off, letting John imagine the punishment. Heath slams into him hard and fast, his pace utterly unyielding.

He doesn't last much longer and slams into him one final time, moaning the man's name as he spills inside him.

It was hell trying to hold his orgasm back. He tightened his muscles, bit the sheets and waited for Heath to finish. When he came, his cock hurt and he could barely hold it back. He looked up at Heath, almost in tears as he silently begged to let go.

Heath leans in against him, joining his hand to John's. He's very nearly out of breath, so his words come out in soft pants. "C'mon Darlin," he whispers. "Gimme what you got."

John's eyes rolled in the back of his head, his mouth open when he lets out a high pitched moan, and his body shakes and trembles and spasms as he came harder than he's ever had. "H...H-He-..." He could form the name on his tongue as he orgasmed all over himself and the sheets. When he finished, he finally collapsed, almost paralyzed.

Still breathing hard, Heath rolls on to his back, trying to piece together what just happened. "Goddamn," is all he can manage, shaking his head in wonderment. "Goddamn."

John panted, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't feel his legs... which meant Heath had fucked him better than anyone ever had. He glanced at Heath. "So... how was it?" He asked, his voice hoarse from the yelling and screaming, and the whining and squealing.

"C-considering that I was planning on spending my day playing video games, pretty fuckin' terrific," Heath murmurs. He pauses, overcome with sudden worry. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He blushes a bit. "I've never really done anything... well, like that before."

John glanced down between his legs. "Maybe a little torn, but its nothing a little TLC won't fix. That was... the best I ever had, and I mean it. I can't feel my legs..." John breathed, smiling. He had never been so satisfied.

"Well get used to it," Heath pulls him closer, his hands wrapping around John tightly. "I don't do this sort of thing lightly, understand? I'm not the hit it and quit it type."

John smiled. "Good, 'cause I wasn't going anwhere." He whispered before drifting off in Heath's arms.