“Kneel, penitent. On your knees. Head on the bed.” He disguised his voice, which wasn’t hard because it had become hoarse with the fiery desire building inside him.
Bear didn’t hesitate, and Dane climbed up beside him to manipulate the butt plug.
“That feels so good. You’ll never know how good it feels.”
“It’s time to remove it.”
Bear’s sounds went raspy and rough as it crossed the last circular muscle and was out. Dane almost lost control of his own impending orgasm. He reached for the strap on the bedpost, carefully placed the opening in its middle over Bear’s balls and cock so they hung free and clear, and pulled the ends up on either side. “I’m going to take a horsy-back ride, and these are my reins, partner.”