Thanks to Sheila, Caro Dee and Pam for the beta. This story was inspired by a discussion on whether there is such a thing as the "wrong guy" on the bottom.

Contains spanking, bondage, sex toys, D/s
Additional note at the end of the story

He knelt at his lover's feet, bound and gagged, cock restrained, submissive to his Master's every desire. In front of him, the other man masturbated himself, fisting his cock with one hand, while the other roamed over his own body, now pinching a nipple, then playing with his balls, before stroking over his perineum, teasing his own entrance.

Moans spilled from behind the gag, desperate for it to be him doing this for his Master, him serving his lover, his mate, in this way. Blue eyes were locked on to each other, stoking the fire between them to such a pitch it was a wonder they didn't combust from the burn of it.

Finally it was too much, climax had to be reached, and the Master's finish exploded from him, streams of come hitting the chest and face of his slave, dripping down the flesh as he milked the dregs from his cock. The Master shook with the force of his release, and he sank to his knees in front of the other man, reaching out to rub the evidence of his pleasure into his lover's chest, while licking up the rest from his face.

The Master ignored his slave's pleas for release, which were audible despite the gag he still wore. Instead, he rose to his feet, bringing his captive with him. Then he maneuvered the slave into position over the end of the bed and settled him comfortably. Picking up a paddle, the Master raised his arm and brought it down hard on his captive's buttocks, making them jerk upwards, jostling the plug which filled the slave's ass and causing a harsh cry to spill from the gagged mouth.

Smack

The blow was repeated, with the same result, then repeated again and again, each causing the bound man to buck under the impact and a steady stream of muffled moans and whimpers to issue from his mouth.

When the Master finally stopped, the slave's ass was painted a bright, flaming red, heat radiating from the tight muscles. The Master surveyed it with satisfaction, dropping the paddle to the floor, breathless with renewed arousal and anticipation. He ran his hands lightly over the marked flesh, moving in circles ever closer to the cleft which was stretched wide by a large plug. He jostled this several times, then ran fingers down to tease the base of the cock and balls where they pressed against the bed.

Without warning, he yanked the plug free, causing his slave to howl and shudder, climax only held back by the bindings around the straining cock. The Master rammed his renewed erection into the hot channel of his lover, slapping a reddened buttock as he did so. Then he pulled out again, only to thrust back in as hard, this time slapping the other buttock.

This continued for several minutes, each thrust and withdrawal matched by the slave's hips. As his climax neared for a second time, the Master pulled his slave backwards until they were both on the floor, still joined by the hard flesh of the Master's cock. The Master encouraged his slave to move up and down on his cock, riding it hard. At the same time, the Master stroked over the captive's erection, until explosion was imminent for both of them. Then he released his lover's cock with one hand and the gag with the other, needing to hear his lover's cry as he climaxed. Holding his mate around the waist, he plunged deeply into him for a final time, simultaneously squeezing and stroking mercilessly at his lover's cock and they both came loudly, screaming their release to the heavens.

Endless minutes later, they lay side by side on the floor, still joined. As their senses returned, so did discomfort, the slave was unbound and they helped each other onto the bed. A cursory clean up was performed, then they curled up together under the covers, exhausted and sated. As they drifted to sleep, whispered words of love were exchanged and a soft kiss sealed their bond.

NB: I have no idea who is playing which role here, it kept changing in my head as I wrote it.

End Get Down Make Love by ALF
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