I Won't Let You Break

Drew's fingers are tangled in his own hair as his chest rises and falls with his panicky, uncertain breaths. Though he wants this—he made it perfectly clear he wanted this when Wade and Heath sat down to ask him directly—he's scared. He's wanted to be bound and helpless, bent to the will of a man strong enough to earn his submission, and now he's going to get exactly what he wanted; this is vaguely terrifying. Though Wade is no doubt a competent man who will take care of Drew, and Heath will be there watching in case anything goes wrong, this is uncharted territory for him and he has no idea what to expect from this evening.

Or, really, this long weekend. They have three days off and Wade made it perfectly clear they were going to stay at Heath's because Heath has a fully-equipped playroom. That's fine and it honestly works for Drew because he wants Wade to top him like he's promised he will when they have the time. But Wade wants to do it for the first time on tuft he's familiar with. Drew swallows around the lump in his throat, imagining how off-balance he is going to find himself at Wade's mercy. Will it hurt? Is he going to be forced into doing something?

The car ride ends far too soon for his liking, and he finds himself turning in his seat to face Wade. Heath is sprawled across the backseat, playing on his phone, but Wade is pinning Drew down with dark eyes and making his skin flush hot. How can anyone do this to him? God, he's wanted to submit, to be held down and made helpless, to have his breathing tampered with and his body bound, but only Wade has been able to reach that part of him with a single look.

They sit there for a moment, just staring at each other, until Drew finally breaks eye contact and looks back down at his lap. This is just a game, he reminds himself, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. Just a game, and you have control. He doesn't own you. You can stop this. And he knows it's true; Heath briefed him on how Wade preferred to play long ago. The color signals, the careful touching, the communication and contact. Hell, Heath's first time with Wade had been fucking magical and Drew knows inside that his first time with Wade like this will be good, too, but his head doesn't feel screwed on right and he's nervous.

Wade's hand finds the back of his neck and begins massaging slowly, easing the tension from his body and allowing him to breathe a little easier. He knows he's just being ridiculous and that Wade will take good care of him; he's managed to give Drew little tastes of what he can do while the three of them have been in bed together. Hard cuffs to his ass, light pressure against his throat, pinning his arms above his head. He's handled all of it with ease, giving himself to Wade fully because he knows he can trust Wade, but he's still skittish and it's not something he's finding easy to shake. Maybe it's just because it's his first time and whatnot.

The hand on his neck slides around to his jaw, tilting his head so that he's in the perfect position for Wade to kiss him. It's slow and sweet, just lips and tongue, and Drew finds himself opening without meaning to. He just opens his mouth, curling his tongue around Wade's when it pushes inside, moaning softly at the touch and taste. God, Wade's addictive.

"Heath, tell him the rules before we go inside," Wade instructs when he breaks the kiss.

Heath pops up between their seats. "Wade's in control. You can't walk into the playroom clothed. Soon as you're in there, you're on your knees. You know your safe words. Trust what he says."

"And don't be afraid to use your safe words," Wade insists. "They're for you, not for me."

Drew nods slowly, digesting the information as the three of them exist the car and walk the little path to the front porch. As much as he wants this, his nerves have jumped levels at the idea of being naked and on his knees for Wade. He's given Wade blowjobs before without a problem, but this will be so much more intimate and he isn't sure he's ready for it. What if he fucks up? What if he disappoints Wade and Heath? He wants this to work badly because he and Wade can give each other what they each want, but what if he can't uphold his part of the bargain?

Wade stops at the door and turns to face him, gently cupping his cheek. "We don't have to do this, darling. If you're feeling nervous, we can call this off and do it some other time."

"I'm nervous, but I want to do it today," Drew murmurs, leaning into Wade's touch.

"Don't scare him off, Wade." Heath is suddenly against his back, lips on his throat. "Let's go."

After a moment's hesitation, Wade takes the keys from Heath's fingers and unlocks the door.

Heath darts around both of them and pushes the door open, and Drew takes a moment to take a deep breath before following Wade inside. The inside of the house is quiet and quaint, and he finds his lips tugged into a smile at how peaceful and cozy it feels inside. Then Wade's hand is on his hip, giving a squeeze, and Drew takes another deep breath before kicking off his shoes and socks. They've already eaten, having stopped at a diner on the way here, and there's really no reason to put it off. Putting it off will simply result in it not happening.

"Get a couple of bottles of water from the fridge," Wade says, catching Heath by the arm.

Heath grins and bounces up on his toes for a kiss. "You got it, babe. I'll be right back."

"Babe," Drew muses, smirking when Wade glowers at him. "Cute how he's picked that up."

"It's horrid. I want you naked in the next two minutes." Oh shit. Direct. But this is what he wants.

Another deep breath and he reaches for the bottom of his t-shirt. "Yes, sir."

He quickly slides the shirt over his head, folding it up carefully like Heath told him he had to before they got in the car and setting it on the end of the couch. Then his jeans, unbuckling his belt and, when Wade holds out a hand for it, passing it to him silently. He unfastens his jeans, shoves them down and steps out of them, followed by his briefs. The cool air on his naked body makes him shiver, but he returns to task, folding all of his clothes and lying them in a neat bile on the arm of the couch. When Heath returns to the room, he whistles loudly.

Drew flushes and fixes his gaze on Wade, watching those dark eyes roam over his body like he has so many times before. Usually, by this point, he's on his back and Wade already has him pinned for the evening. This is different. He's on his feet, in Heath's house, about to place the control in Wade's hand for three days. It shouldn't be scary but it is. Maybe it's just because he's never done this before and this will be his first actual time giving into someone else.

At least it's someone who cares about him. Well, he thinks Wade cares about him. He's not sure.

"You're in your head again, Drew," Wade remarks, and Drew nods slowly, not sure what that means. "I want you out of there tonight. I'm the only one who needs to be in there."

"He's got something heavy on his mind," Heath remarks, and Drew shoots him a scowl.

And it doesn't go unnoticed by Wade, who gets a handful of his hair and tugs. "Don't be nasty. If you have something on your mind, then we need to talk about it before we go in there."

It makes sense, actually talking before they go into the playroom, but Drew can't put his feelings into words without feeling like an idiot. Why should it matter if Wade cares about him or not? He's done so much just by allowing Drew into this relationship, and he should be grateful for that much. Not wanting more than he's already been blessed with.

"Still in his head," Heath muses. "You know you can tell us what's on your mind."

"He needs to before we walk into the room anyway," Wade adds, voice sharp, authoritative.

Drew's mouth goes dry at the tone of Wade's voice; it hits something deep inside of him that responds slowly, pleading with Drew to just tell them both the truth. The worst that will happen is that they confirm that Wade is just filling this role because he enjoys it and not because there's some kind of caring between the two of them. Since he already assumes this to be true, then how much of a shock can it actually be for him to hear the words said aloud?

He takes a deep breath and meets Wade's eyes. "I don't know how you feel about me."

The words seem to throw Wade off and Drew feels bad for voicing his concern at all; he should have just kept it inside where it belonged. Before he can properly apologize, though, Wade steps into his personal space and strong arms wind around his waist, pulling him closer. He goes without a fight, letting his head rest on Wade's shoulder as he breathes the older man in. Just being held helps to calm him down, but now that he's put the words out there, he needs words back. He needs Wade to vocalize how he feels before he's going to calm down.

But Wade takes his time instead of speaking immediately, his lips laying gentle kisses along the side of Drew's neck and across his shoulder. It's gentle and sweet, and Drew finds himself melting in Wade's arms as he tilts his head further, offering up more bare skin. And Wade accepts, lips giving way to tongue and teeth in slow licks and gentle nibbles. It's easy and warm and just what Drew wants and needs, and then Wade is kissing him. Still slow, just lips tugging gently at his until he gets the message and opens his mouth again, curling his tongue around Wade's in welcome. Callused hands drift down his bare back, kneading his muscles until he's almost melting to his knees, but Wade keeps him up with a firm hold.

"I've not known you as long as I've known Heath, so obviously it's not as deep and passionate between us. But that doesn't mean I don't care for you, Drew." Wade kisses him again, a slide of lips that leaves Drew whimpering for more almost desperately. "You're mine and I intend to keep it that way. Come. Let me show you to the playroom so we can get started."

Heath sends Drew an encouraging smile before leaning in to steal a kiss, and then Wade catches him by the back of the neck and pushes him forward. Obediently, Drew allows Wade to propel him forward until he's standing in front of a seemingly normal door. Doesn't look any different than any of the other doors. Then Wade twists the knob and flicks on the overhead light, and Drew's breath catches in his throat as he looks over the room. This is perfect.

Wade steps into the room with one fluid motion, meeting Heath's eyes before gesturing toward the bed. Drew stands and watches, uncertain about what to do, while Heath strips and crawls onto the large bed, splaying his legs wide while Wade opens the trunk at the end of the bed. He comes up with a long, slim dildo that looks as though it vibrates, rounding Drew without a word and retrieving a bottle of lubricant from a drawer. Both of these he hands to Heath, who looks over them with dark eyes before grinning wickedly at Wade. What exactly is going on? Oh, right, Heath's probably going to watch and play with himself at the same time. When Wade turns back around, Drew drops to his knees instantly and spreads them wide, quickly adopting the submissive position he knows so many Doms get off on. Wade looks over him, nodding.

When he smiles slowly, the last bit of true tension leaves Drew's body, leaving only the apprehension about all of this behind. Wade seems to sense it and amps it out, starting to slowly circle around him, almost strolling in wide circles as he tugs his t-shirt over his head and tosses it onto the end of the bed. Swallowing hard, Drew forces himself to hold position. If this is a test—and he's sure it is—he wants to pass with flying colors and please Wade. Even when Wade's fingers trail across his shoulder blades, he forces himself to hold still.

"I like that you're trying so hard to please me, pet," Wade muses, and Drew gasps softly at the little nickname. "Do you like it when I call you that? I can see that you do. Good to know. I'll use it while we're here. But what shall I do for your first lesson? Hmm... So many choices..."

Without warning, Wade's hands suddenly come down hard on his shoulders and shove him forward. Drew bites his tongue to hold back the yelp and simply catches himself, cushioning his fall before shifting his arms beneath him. He stays still, cheek resting against the carpet, not daring to look up at Wade but flushing furiously when he realizes the position puts his ass on easy display. But Wade did mention playing with his ass, so maybe he should have assumed that was going to happen when they came in here. Drew's up for that; he loves it when Wade rims him and fingers him open until he's writhing on the sheets. No use trying to deny it, not at all.

"Now that's a sight I can get used to. I like having your pretty ass up in the air," Wade purrs, and Drew whimpers slightly in response, his hips trembling slightly when Wade steps closer.

He knows Wade isn't going to hurt him; he's not afraid. Instead, excitement and thrill zings through his body as Wade slowly lowers himself to the floor, one hand caressing over the curve of Drew's ass reverently. Then he smacks Drew's ass—hard—and Drew can't hold back the little moan that slips free from his lips. This is definitely good. Wade's spanked him before, warming him up before sex, and he's more than okay with him doing it again.

When Wade spanks him again and he keens softly, pushing his ass back for more, a low rumbling laugh makes goose bumps spread across his skin. "I love how much you like having your ass played with. One of these days, I'm going to tie you down to the kitchen table and make a feast out of it. And you're going to love every single moment of it, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Drew murmurs, gasping when Wade smacks his ass again. "I will, sir."

"Good to know. That'll make a lovely birthday present, won't it?" Wade smacks his ass again and Drew moans softly, pushing his hips back for more and glancing at Wade over his shoulder.

Heath's voice chimes in from the bed and out of sight. "I'd love to watch you eat his ass."

Drew's breath trips and he closes his eyes, the many memories of Wade's tongue sliding inside of him, manipulating him as strong hands fondled his stiff dick and swollen balls. How can he not want Wade to do it again and again when he makes it feel so amazingly good?

"What do you think, love? Should he earn it?" Wade asks as he cuffs Drew on the ass again.

"Hell yeah," Heath replies, and Drew whines at the bed. "No way, Drew. You gotta take it."

Take it. Yes. Drew closes his eyes and presses his ass back for more, groaning as Wade continues laying into his ass. Just when the pain becomes a little too much, his hand smoothes over Drew's ass and the sensation makes his skin flame in response. What the fuck is this?

Wade chuckles, still caressing his hot skin. "Nice to know you feel off-balance, pet."

Off-balance doesn't begin to describe the way he feels, and before Drew can truly process his feelings, Wade's hand is coming down on his ass over and over again, making him mewl.

Above them, on the bed, he can hear Heath's low moans and can only imagine what the redhead is doing to fondle himself while Wade plays with Drew. It's overwhelming to hear Heath making those noises while his ass is getting steadily warmed by Wade's arm and he feels so helpless, curled up on the ground. But at the same time, it speaks to that submissive side of him that so desperately wants him to stop fighting and simply find pleasure. True pleasure.

Wade stops again, and Drew inhales shakily as Wade starts stroking his ass again, spreading the heat through his body until it throbs through his cock as well. It's unlike anything Drew has ever felt and he's not sure he can take much more of it. He already feels vulnerable and a little scared, and he isn't sure he can take it as rough as Wade appears to want to dish it out. What if he can't do it? What if he can't take it the way Wade wants him to? He's going to disappoint both of them and he isn't sure he can stomach the reality of disappointing the two beautiful men who allowed him a place in their beds. It would be nothing short of humiliating.

His breath starts to come in rapid pants, and he squeezes his eyes shut against the prick of tears in his eyes because he is not going to cry. God, how pathetic is he? He can't even take a little spanking without having an anxiety attack. This isn't going to work.

He tries to push himself up, opening his mouth to tell Wade they need to stop, but Wade pushes him back down and holds him still while his hand comes down on Drew's ass again. Hard. It feels good but it hurts and he isn't sure what to do with that. He can't do this. Who was he kidding? He isn't cut out for this kind of lifestyle and he's stupid to want to try.

"Wade," he wheezes, struggling under Wade's hold and crying out when Wade smacks his ass so hard the pain overtakes the pleasure and has Drew scrambling for a hold in the carpet. No, this has to stop. He can't do this. He just needs one word and—"Yellow."

The room stills instantly and Drew huddles in on himself, suddenly not wanting to look up at either of the men even when he hears the mattress creak—most likely Heath coming to see what's happened. Instead, he simply curls into a ball and whimpers, his ass already hot from the spanking and no doubt sensitive. He needs to get out of here but... He didn't say red, did he? He said yellow. So maybe he doesn't want to get out of here as badly as he thinks he does.

He's shocked when Wade's arms are around him, drawing him up while one hand smoothes down his back. Warm lips kiss the tears away from his cheeks, and he finds himself peering up at Wade through his lashes, willing the older man to say something to him. Instead, Wade simply kisses him and starts rocking him back and forth, stroking over his ribs and down his side to his hip, then back up all in a single fluid motion. Drew relaxes and allows his eyes to fall closed, his breathing slowly evening out as his eyes dry. He feels kind of stupid for safe wording now.

"That was too much for you, wasn't it?" Wade asks, and Drew feels guilty when he nods and looks down at his lap. He's worthless. He can't even pull off this thing that he wants so badly. "Too much, too fast. It's okay, pet. Breathe. In and out. Breathe with me."

"I just... I don't want to mess this up and ruin everything," Drew admits, chewing on his lower lip and only letting go when Wade tugs at his lip with a rude noise. He lets his cheek fall against Wade's shoulder, matching his breathing to the big Brit's until he feels a little calmer. "I don't know. I was being stupid, sir. I'm sorry. If you wanted to continue that—"

Wade cuts him off by kissing him again, and Drew stops thinking for a moment while Wade's lips move slowly against his. Only when he pulls back can Drew properly form thoughts again. "That upset you. I'm not going to start doing it again for that reason. You're not going to disappoint me or ruin anything. I need you to be open and honest with me."

Drew nods and licks his lips, rising when Wade gestures for him to and trying to adopt a straight stance while Wade starts walking circles around him again. Right. Back in the game. He keeps his breathing as even as he can, fighting the urge to follow Wade's movements with his gaze while Heath's soft sighs pick up on the bed again. His back is to it, unfortunately.

"I think we need to start off gently with you, get you used to taking a little pain and simple commands," Wade muses, and Drew feels himself relax slightly. "Come over here."

Drew's eyes follow Wade's movements and his heart stops when Wade halts in front of the stocks, one hand stroking along the smooth wood like someone touching a beloved object.

"Yes, sir," he whispers just the same, approaching the stocks as his throat tightens again.

"Simple enough. I want you in this." Wade tugs the padlock, freeing the top half of the stocks so he can swing it open. "Head and hands. I'm going to lock you in. Stay on your feet for me."

You can do this. Drew takes a step back so he can bend over, grabbing his hair and pulling it to the side so it can hang beside his head instead of getting caught up in the stocks. Then he rests his throat against the semicircle cut-out, his wrists resting in the smaller ones to either side. Wade hums in approval and then the wood comes down, the padlock clicking into place. Shit. Drew's breathing picks up again, his anxiety at being bound like this tangible.

"That's good, pet. Just like that." Wade's hands stroke down his sides to his hips and back up, soothing him, picking up on his discomfort and easing it as gently as possible.

He relaxes under Wade's touch and closes his eyes for a moment, reminding himself that even if he is bound, he still has control. All he has to do is use his safe word and Wade will let him go, which means he is completely safe and can hand over his control without having to fear having it used against him. Wade isn't like that; he isn't going to turn this into something twisted.

"I'm going to spend the evening playing with your pretty ass, Drew. Your job is to hold your orgasm until I say you can come. Can you do that?" Wade asks, his tone making it very clear that anything short of obedience is not acceptable. Not that Drew is going to have trouble obeying.

He nods and wets his lips so he can speak, his breath hitching when Wade squeezes his hip hard in warning. Best not to hesitate before answering, then. "Yes, sir. I can do that, sir."

"Good boy." A kiss lands on his shoulder blade. "Hold still while I pick out some toys."

Not like he can do much else. Drew sighs and relaxes, though, listening to Wade cross the carpet, the sounds of something creaking open—the trunk?—and the slides of drawers. What kind of toys does Heath keep around here? The dildo he's playing with is probably not the only one of its kind, and Drew can only imagine how many different sizes and shapes he owns.

Another low moan from the bed makes his body shudder; Heath is obviously enjoying watching more than Drew thought was possible. How does watching do so much for him?

"You can play with yourself all you want, love, but you don't come until you have my command, either." Instead of arguing, Heath simply makes an affirmative sound and Drew's eyes widen. Since when does Heath just give in? "Good boy. I'm going to start playing with Drew now."

Fuck, he's starting. Drew breathes in slowly, jumping slightly when he feels a cloth-covered erection grinding against his ass. Wade is already fully hard and they have done so little; it gives Drew a slight confidence boost and he breathes out carefully. Then Wade's hands are prying his cheeks apart while a hot tongue swipes over his hole, drawing a high-pitched whine from Drew's throat as he pushes his hips back helplessly. Wade smacks his ass in warning and he stops, and that lovely tongue wastes no time in pushing inside of him, lapping along his walls with fast, frenzied strokes that are more than enough to drive him crazy. Wade knows how to use his tongue, especially how to use it to drive his lovers crazy, and Drew just gives in and holds still while Wade licks over him, around him, inside of him until he's satisfied and sits back.

Slick fingers stroke over his hole and Drew moans, fingers clenching into fists while Wade teases him again before shoving two fingers through the opening of his body. The slight burn ignites when Wade's fingers find his prostate by memory and start slowly teasing it, tracing circles against the bundle of nerves until Drew's eyes start to roll. His dick is throbbing between his legs, completely exposed and devoid of contact. But Wade can make him come without touch.

The fingers leave and Drew whines at the loss of contact. Whether he is allowed to come or not, the touch was lovely and he wants more of it. He's already on edge and aching, desperate for something, anything, and he knows Wade is going to draw this out and torture him. Then Wade presses a kiss to the back of his thigh and he knees melts to his knees. He's so sweet, too.

Something presses against his stretched opening and Drew forces himself to relax so the penetration is not too painful. It's shaped... Oddly and not very big once it slips inside, not even going that deep inside of him. A plug? But no, a plug would probably be heavier than this and it doesn't feel shaped like any plug he's ever seen before. He starts to ask when suddenly, the thing twists inside of him and he groans helplessly as the slick surface applies pressure to his prostate... Then, still turning, eases off of it. What the fuck? He can't see behind him because of the wood but he's dying to know what Wade has inside of him, slowly turning it, torturing him.

"Like that, don't you? I knew you would. I know you so well, don't I, pet?" Wade's voice is low, husky, and the thing keeps turning, twisting inside of him, clockwise and then counter, too unpredictable for him to brace himself for any of the sensations. "It's a prostate massager. All I have to do is turn it and it prods that spot so deep inside of you. Do you like it, Drew?"

"Yes, sir," he moans, pushing his hips back for more as his eyelids flutter shut.

"Good. I want you to like it. How does this feel? You're already close, aren't you?" Wade's hand closes around his cock and starts slowly, teasingly jerking him, wringing a whine from him.

Drew's eyes widen when he realizes what Wade is doing. The slow, subtle little jerks and twists are ramping him up that much higher but he isn't allowed to come until Wade gives him permission. Fuck, does he have to make this harder than it already is? He bites down on his lip, trying not to move his hips. Thrusting into Wade's hand would be a bad move.

The massager keeps twisting and turning inside of him, rubbing up against his spot until a thin coating of sweat breaks out along the length of his body. Wade abruptly drops his cock and pulls the toy free, and Drew sobs at the loss. His ass is still hot from the spanking and his dick feels much harder, swollen from the hand that had fondled it with such expert precision.

"Not yet, pet." Another harsh slap to his ass, but this one just makes him moan in response.

Wade gives him another smack and Drew pushes his ass out for more, keening when something cold slides over his hole. Then a strong hand anchors his hip, the tip of something far wider slowly making its way inside of him. It's not as large as Wade is so it doesn't hurt too much to take it, but his body spasms at the feel of ridges rubbing along the inside of his walls, the friction so strange and foreign. He braces himself to take the entire... Whatever it is, his muscles relaxing as more and more of the toy is deep inside of him. When it finally settles inside of him, he sighs in relief and closes his eyes. This isn't so bad at all. He licks his lips, wondering if Wade is going to fuck him with the toy when something clicks and the vibrations pick up deep within him.

His hips buck forward, trying to escape but he can't because the toy is already inside of him. Heath moans louder from the bed, that fucking twang of his making Drew whimper in response. God, it's not even fair that Heath gets to control his own pleasure while Drew is driven insane.

Wade hums softly and Drew glances up to see the Brit standing in front of the wall of implements, his hands folded behind his back while Drew shudders. What is he getting? What does he plan on using? Instead of watching, Drew closes his eyes and waits.

If he's going to trust Wade, then he wants to trust Wade wholly and completely. This means trusting Wade to know what is okay to use on him and what isn't okay to use on him.

Footsteps pass by his head and he opens his eyes just enough to see Wade's feet saunter by before closing his eyes shut tightly. A hand braces in the small of his back, holding him still, and then something swats his ass in a stinging little blow. He gasps and squirms, not sure what's being used on him but it feels good. Better than the spanking. The vibrations seem to double and the little stinging swats come over and over on his ass, smarting his skin.

"Do you like that? Is it more manageable?" There's a solemn note in Wade's voice and Drew quickly nods, reassuring him this isn't going to be like the spanking, not again.

Wade doesn't just do his ass; the little nips and bites sprinkle the back of his thighs as well and one particularly hard swing catches him just above the balls, the minute pain making him whimpering and struggle in the stocks. Fuck, Wade is good with whatever this thing is.

The swats stop and Wade's hand is once again between his legs, not on his cock but cupping his swollen balls, squeezing and massaging them gently. He's learned so well since they hooked up, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply to make Drew writhe and press down into his hand. His tongue is there a moment later, lapping over the sensitive skin and Drew almost loses it, having Wade's tongue on him, the vibrations... His cock twitches but he clamps down hard on the wave of pleasure struggling to build inside of him, forcing it back down. Not yet.

Wade continues the sweet torture for a moment, then his mouth is gone and the swats return, a little harder than before as the vibrations increase yet again. It's too much and yet not enough because Drew can't come and he's so desperate for relief he knows he's not allowed to have yet. It doesn't help that Heath's moans are deeper and louder, interspersed with breathy cries that hit him hard in the gut. Then one swat catches his balls and he jerks forward, yelping loudly.

He expects searing pain but it doesn't come; Wade must have been particularly light with that one and Drew is thankful. When the stings trail along his inner thighs, no doubt leaving marks on the sensitive skin there, Drew spreads wider in offering and accidentally nudges the vibrator inside of him, pressing it directly against his prostate. He shrieks and tries to twist away.

When Wade's hand anchors him in place, he gives up at escape and simply holds as still as he can, squeezing his eyes shut and panting harshly against the heat thrumming insistently inside of his body. It keeps building and he just shoves it back down, forcing his body to hold out because he wants to please Wade. He wants to prove he can follow a simple command.

"Good pet. I didn't know if you'd be able to hold out this long or not." Wade breathes the words against his ass, the swats having stopped once again. "One more little test for tonight. If you pass, I'll fuck you. If you fail, then you fail and we'll discuss punishment tomorrow. Remember. You are not allowed to come until I tell you that you are allowed to."

Before Drew can even begin to imagine what the task is, Wade's mouth envelops his cock and he shrieks at the wet heat suddenly tight around him. The suction, the tongue lapping at his leaking head and no, no, no. He is not going to go give into this no matter how good it feels.

It's only minutes but it feels like hours while Wade sucks and slurps around him, the vibrations so fast and rhythmic Drew thinks he might be in danger of actually passing out.

Wade pulls away from him, the vibrator switching off before slowly being pulled from his body. He shivers at the sensation of being empty but it's only for a minute, his knees quivering when something larger and hotter nudges past his opening and slides into his body.

He's forceful with his thrusts, driving into Drew's body hard and fast, strong hands holding Drew's hips perfectly still while he drives in deeper. Not that Drew is complaining. He simply lets Wade hold him the way he wants him, groaning as each thrust drags Wade's cock over his prostate, the delicate nerves so sensitive from the vibrations and the massage.

Wade still isn't touching him but he doesn't have to. Drew is already fighting back the suffocating urge to come, his thighs trembling from the effort, body slick with sweat.

"You look so fucking good like this, bound and helpless and stretched around my cock." Wade's hand cuffs his ass again and Drew just moans and pushes back for more, impaling himself on the stiff dick inside of him. "Who do you belong to, pet? Tell me and I'll let you come."

"Y-you, sir." Drew whimpers as a particularly hard thrust makes his cock twitch in response; he's so hard it's starting to hurt and yet it still feels amazing. "I belong to you, s-sir."

Wade's hands smooth up his sides, around to his chest, fingers roughly fondling his nipples until Drew is sobbing and fucking back on Wade's cock desperately. "Good boy. As soon as you get there, you can come. I want to hear the beautiful sounds you make when you do."

"Thank you, sir." Drew thrusts his hips back, spearing himself open and not even caring.

He's there moments later, screaming out Wade's name as his body is racked with shudders and his cock seems to throb impossibly hard. Wade's hand is there a moment later, stroking him, working him through the orgasm even as he continues the relentless pounding into Drew's spent body. Then he grips Drew's hips tightly and shouts as he spills inside of him.

A pair of keys flutter in the corner of Drew's vision, the padlock unlocking and the stocks being raised before he's being picked up and carried over to the bed where Heath is waiting.

He looks up at Wade, a silent question, and Wade smirks slowly before nodding once. Heath is spread wide, fucking himself on the toy and Drew wraps a hand around him, bringing him with a loud moan a few moments later until both of them are a sticky mess.

"Good boys," Wade praises, and Drew smiles slightly as he's propped up against the pillows, the an opened bottle of water pressed to his lips. "Drink for me. Just a few swallows and I'll get some oil for your legs and ass. That didn't hurt too badly, did it? The riding crop?"

Drew shakes his head slowly, not even surprised Wade was using a crop on him. Once he swallows the water, Wade rolls him onto his stomach, a slow massaging spreading soothing oil into his sore skin. It'll still ache in the morning but not nearly as much. Thank God.

"How did that feel, pet?" Wade murmurs in his ear as he draws his hands away.

"So g-good," Drew mumbles, rubbing his cheek against the pillows. His eyelids feel heavy, and he can't even be bothered to complain about the cool wet cloth cleaning between his legs.

Heath is suddenly winding around him, trailing kisses along his shoulder. "Good job, baby."

Wade smiles and nods, and Drew closes his eyes. One scene down... How many more to go?