Taking the Chain - Sex Stories

Taking the Chain

... quivered under his gaze, tightening and relaxing with each breath the bull took. Durus traced one finger over it, the hole shying away from him like a scared mouse. He chuckled, holding the bull open with one hand while dipping his other hand in the oil. His fingers dripped, slick and ready when he brought them back to Mordax.

He traced that same finger over Mordax's hole, his fingers gliding effortlessly. Pushing at his pink hole, Durus was surprised when his finger sank in without resistance. Leaning over, he pressed his chest to Mordax's back and whispered.

"Are you that eager to submit to me?" he asked, his finger moving in and out without resistance. "You're so soft inside."

Mordax clenched around him and then relaxed. He turned his head slightly, catching Durus' eye and thrusting back ever so slightly onto the finger that impaled him. No one would have known but them.

"I knew you would win," Mordax said. He said it with a mix of resignation and awe. "So I made sure I was ready."

Durus curled his fingers and jabbed in viciously as a bout of anger climbed up his throat.

"You knew I would win?" he hissed, thrusting a second finger in. It slid in as easily as the first. "Or did you want to feel my cock so much you threw the fight?"

He pumped his fingers in and out sharply, curling just enough to make his presence known but missing all the tender spots Mordax was surely anticipating.

"Never," Mordax hissed. His head fell to the sand, and despite ...

... the harsh treatment, his hips still canted back. "You were always the better fighter. I entered the ring to fight you. It was always about you." He groaned, his hands grappling at the sand as he tightened around Durus' fingers. "But I could never beat you. So I prepared for my loss."

Durus slowed his assault, softly moving his fingers in and out.

"You prepared," he asked. Carefully, he pulled out, dipped his hand in the oil once more and returned to press into Mordax again.

He groaned softly, throwing his head back as Durus thrust a third finger into him.

"Yes," he breathed. He peered at Durus over his shoulder again. Those soft brown eyes bored into him even as Durus pressed into his core.

Durus relented and curled his fingers, brushing against that mound inside him. Mordax shivered at the first touch, his head flopping back down. Mordax clenched around Durus and his cock ached, imagining what that band of pressure would feel like rolling up and down his cock as he fucked into him.

Pulling his fingers out, Durus stripped down, the crowd's cheers resurging as he revealed his throbbing member. He gripped his dick, stroking himself carefully as he slathered his sensitive flesh in oil.

Taking hold of Mordax's cheeks again, he spread him wide and let his cock fall between those luscious cheeks.

"You thought of me?" Durus said, leaning close again. He thrust softly, the head of his cock bumping Mordax's hole. "You thought of my cock in you while you oiled ...