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Douglas sucked hard on the cock. He'd taken the liberty of a cock ring to keep up such a head on attack. He smirked at his own double entendre as his tongue swept cleanly over the head of the weeping head. Martin tasted like coconuts and roasted pecans. Douglas had no idea where that came from. It was the closest thing he could compare Martin's cum to in his vast foray of world wide tastes.
The idea for this little sorry in the bedroom came from Arthur. It happened one day when Arthur was reading up on dogs. He had a book on Psychology; thinking all the while that "Pavlov's Dogs" was a "how to train your parakeet" training manual. The details, right now at least, didn't matter. But the idea had merit.
Douglas did a little bit of research and it was going perfectly.
The cd in the stereo by the bed was on repeat. His own voice told Martin how perfect, charming, ridiculously hot and loved he just so happened to be. Douglas loved hearing the sound of his own voice too; so it was a perk for him as well as training Martin to think better of himself.
"Martin, I love you. So very much," his voice echoed in the room and made the whole scene cozy. As if they were just laying in bed whispering sweet nothings to each other. They did that plenty enough. Martin always disagreed. Hence the gag.
Martin pumped his hips, trying to cum. Douglas eased off and waited until the movement stopped. It wasn't as if he didn't want Martin to cum. Only he had to make a point and they weren't even twenty minutes into it. He still had to up the anti. The blow job was just to get Martin work up enough to let the words sink in.
Somewhere in the world this had to be illegal. Martin, however, wasn't ringing the bell. So. He was all right. Douglas slowly slid up Martin's cock. He let go with a slurp. Martin's eyes fluttered and tried to get a good fix on Douglas. He was bone limp. Breathing heavily and enjoying every moment of the fixation Douglas put him through.
Douglas had always teased about having Martin like this; and now he did and it was perfect. In Arthur-speak, it was brilliant. Douglas didn't say anything as he pulled out his tools. Lube and a fat, green dildo. Martin moaned as he watched Douglas undo the lid of the lube jar. The smell of cinnamon filled the air and almost overwhelmed the scent of sex. The lube was bright red. Martin wiggled. He'd read about this lube on the internet. It was supposed to be very powerful and make a person's insides itch like hell.
He couldn't wait. He remember telling Douglas about it and asking if they might try it. Douglas had gotten it as a surprise, obviously.
Douglas smiled when he saw understanding dawning on Martin's face. He still didn't speak. The CD did the work for him. He grabbed Martin's cock and pumped it a few times, fast and then slow. Martin scrunched up his face. He begged behind the gag but the words came out muffled.
Douglas chuckled to himself. With Martin sufficiently distracted, Douglas swept one finger of lube against Martin's entrance. He could feel the tingling on his fingers and the lube started to work. It was a bit like a minor burn from a cup of hot tea. The directions said that once it was inside the human body, it'd be far more intense. Martin's hips wiggled thanks to the itchy lube just on his skin.
Slowly Douglas pushed his finger in to the first knuckle.