This week, in Don't Look Back, the San Antonio interlude draws to a close, as Marshall and Lee have a little more fun on their last night in town. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! I hope you've enjoyed the past year with us, and I hope you'll stick around for what's yet to come. Thanks for stopping by and Happy New Year!
The swat was repeated, and immediately after, Marshall felt
the ice being pressed against the spot. The contrast between the warmth and the
cold sent tingles shooting through him. Damn, it hurt so good. And he found the
darkness wasn’t quite as terrifying as he would have thought. He knew Lee was
right there, and always would be. Nothing bad could happen to him as long as
they were together. The knowledge was comfortable, and he felt more secure for
it.
He felt Lee’s weight shift on the bed, heard what he thought
was the clink of ice, and then he felt a fresh coldness on his balls. “Damn!” he
inadvertently exclaimed, more surprised than anything.
“Too much? Want me to quit?” Lee’s soft voice encompassed
him. Marshall shook his head.
“No, Sir!” he stubbornly replied. “Keep it coming.” He
couldn’t see Lee’s smile, but he just knew he looked pleased. That was a big
disadvantage of the blindfold—not being able to see Lee’s face, watch his
enjoyment. For right now, memories would have to do. He had plenty of those,
spanning the last two years.
Marshall felt his balls shrivel at the coldness, and his
cock wasn’t quite as lively as before, either. But when a sudden warmth
engulfed his cold nuts, the contrast was delicious. Lee rolled Marshall’s sac
in his mouth, tonguing him. Marshall arched his back as Lee’s hand wrapped around
his dick and began to pump, resurrecting his cock.
Oh yes, so good, so wonderful.
Without visual stimulation to distract him, Marshall felt
everything more vividly, every sensation magnified, his whole being focused on
the intense pleasure Lee provided. When
they got home, he wanted to reverse their roles, to give Lee the same magical
feelings.
Under Lee’s ministrations, Marshall’s cock was fully hard
again and aching for release. A release he knew he could not have as long as he
wore the cock ring. But he couldn’t exactly ask to have it removed, either.
That decision was up to Lee, awaiting his pleasure and his agenda. That was all
part of the way they lived. Marshall put himself into Lee’s hands and accepted
that Lee dominated him.
Lee was his strength and his protector, but not his
master. Through Lee’s love, Marshall found a strength in himself to be the best
man he could be. He chose to obey Lee’s
rules; there was never a question of force between them. And when push came to
shove, he knew they were equals. Lovers. Partners in life forever.
Marshall couldn’t imagine a better life.
Suddenly the warmth and wetness that surrounded his balls
was gone, and so was the hand pumping his cock. The bed creaked as Lee moved
off. Marshall felt a momentary panic, but tamped it down. He felt Lee’s hand
stroke his arm gently, reassuringly. Then he heard the sound of a latch. Sounded
like their suitcase. They’d shared one, since they were only going to be gone
for a couple of days and didn’t need all that much. What could Lee possibly
want from it now?
Marshall sniffed. The fragrance of citrus filled his
nostrils. Smelled just like the orange lube they sometimes used. Marshall wondered if Lee was greasing his
fingers… or maybe his cock? The second idea gained credence when Lee spread
Marshall’s legs a little wider. Better access, no doubt.
He felt a pressure nudge against his hole. But he realized
immediately it wasn’t the warmth of Lee’s flesh. This was a little harder,
almost like soft plastic, even if the shape was the same… Ah, Marshall knew
now. Sneaky Lee had packed one of their toys, and was going to fuck him with
it. Marshall shivered in anticipation.
Lee slowly eased the dildo inside of Marshall, allowing his
muscles to relax. The first time Lee had suggested using an artificial phallus,
Marshall had wondered what was the purpose, since God had given Lee a rather
magnificent cock of his own, so why use anything else? Wasn’t that for horny
single women and desperate gay men?
Marshall quickly learned why, and he was suitably impressed
the first time he felt the vibrations in his channel. Okay, maybe that was
something Lee couldn’t do. He promised to keep a more open mind to new ideas in
the future.
Lee moved the dildo in and out at an even pace. Marshall
refrained from begging for more, sure that wouldn’t get him further than
patience. Sure enough, he felt the vibrator come to life, and he cried aloud
from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Like that, do you boy?”
“Oh yes, yes, yes.” Marshall bowed his back again, straining
at the cuffs that restricted his hands. His torment was made worse when Lee
palmed his cock once more, ratcheting the level of his desire even higher. He
wanted to touch Lee, so badly he ached. Wanted to be able to come. If not for
the cock ring, he was pretty sure he would’ve blown by now.
And he wanted to look at Lee. Stare into his beautiful eyes
when he came.
God, he loved that dildo, and the way Lee used it in his
ass, the euphoria that sped along every nerve ending he possessed until he
thought he might pass out from pleasure. A whimper escaped his lips, despite
his best efforts.
“Too much?” Lee asked.
“Want you,” Marshall admitted. “Please, Sir.”
The vibrator was good, but Lee was better.
He felt the dildo’s removal first, followed by cock ring,
and then the release of his hands from the cuffs. Lee rubbed at each wrist
gently. Then he removed the sleep mask. Marshall blinked as his eyes adjusted.
He looked up, into Lee’s loving eyes, as Lee pushed inside of him, his hands
going to Lee’s perfect ass.
Their climaxes were long and hard and good. Afterward, Marshall
curled against Lee, breathing him in, Lee’s arms around him. What a great way
to spend their last night in San Antonio.
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