Chapter 120: Knotting the twink -1

Finn stepped through the front door of the massive house and set his bag down on the polished floor.

Reid closed the door behind him and locked it with a heavy click. The older man stood over six feet tall with thick shoulders, a broad chest that strained against his black t-shirt, and arms corded with muscle from years of heavy lifting.

Finn felt small next to him. At twenty-three he barely cleared five-eight and stayed lean on purpose.

Clients paid extra for the contrast.

Reid looked him over without smiling. "You came on time. Good. Drop the bag. Take everything off right here. I want you naked from the second you walk through my door until the second you leave."

Finn swallowed and nodded. He pulled his tight shirt over his head and dropped it.

His jeans and briefs followed. He stood bare in the entryway while Reid walked a slow circle around him.

The bigger man’s hand landed on Finn’s ass and squeezed hard enough to make him rock forward.

"You look even better than the photos," Reid said.

"Soft skin. Pretty little cock. Tight hole I plan to ruin this weekend. Go to the living room and bend over the back of the couch. Hands on the cushions and spread your feet."

Finn walked ahead of him. His bare feet made no sound on the floor. He reached the wide leather couch and draped himself over the high back exactly as ordered.

Cool air touched his exposed hole. Reid stepped up behind him and rested both heavy hands on Finn’s narrow hips.

"I paid for three full days of this," Reid said. "You stay hard when I tell you to. You take my cock whenever I want it. You come only when I say you can. Understand?"

"Yes," Finn answered. His voice stayed steady even though his pulse hammered.

Reid reached between Finn’s legs and wrapped a thick fist around his cock. He stroked it slow and firm until it filled completely.

"Already getting hard for me. Good boy. Keep your hands where they are."

Finn gripped the cushions tighter. Reid released his cock and spat directly onto his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning.

Finn gasped and pushed back onto them. Reid worked the fingers deep and spread them open, stretching the tight ring while his free hand stroked Finn’s cock again.

"You are already dripping," Reid said. "I like that. I am going to fuck you right here first. No lube yet. Just spit and the precum you keep leaking."

He pulled his fingers free, shoved his sweatpants down, and freed a heavy cock that matched the rest of him. Thick, veined, already rigid. He spat into his palm, stroked himself twice, and pressed the blunt head against Finn’s hole. One hard shove drove half of it inside. Finn cried out and clenched around the sudden stretch. Reid gripped his hips tighter and forced the rest in until his pelvis slapped against Finn’s ass.

"Fuck, you are tight," Reid groaned. He stayed buried for a long moment, then pulled back and slammed home again. The couch shifted under the force. He set a deep, punishing rhythm that forced Finn up onto his toes with every thrust. Skin slapped loud in the quiet house. Finn’s cock swung under him and leaked steadily onto the leather.

"Talk to me," Reid ordered. "Tell me how it feels having a real cock stretching you open."

"It feels huge," Finn panted. "You are stretching me so wide. I can feel every vein. Please do not stop."

Reid reached around and fisted Finn’s cock in time with his thrusts. "You like being used like this. Paid to stay bent over and full. I am going to keep you like this all weekend. Naked. Wet. Ready for me whenever I walk into a room."

He fucked harder. The thick shaft dragged across Finn’s prostate on every stroke. Finn’s arms shook. He pushed back to meet the next thrust and felt Reid’s heavy balls slap against him.

"I am close," Finn warned.

Reid stopped moving completely and squeezed the base of Finn’s cock. "Not yet. You come when I fill you. Not before."

He pulled out, spun Finn around, and shoved him down onto the couch cushions. Finn landed on his back. Reid climbed over him, hooked both of Finn’s legs over his thick shoulders, and drove back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle let him go deeper. He braced his hands on either side of Finn’s head and pounded down into him.

Finn reached up and clutched at Reid’s massive arms. His fingers barely wrapped halfway around the hard muscle. Reid leaned down and kissed him hard, tongue pushing into his mouth while his hips never slowed. Finn moaned into the kiss and sucked on Reid’s tongue.

Reid broke the kiss and spoke against his lips. "Stroke that pretty cock. Come for me while I breed you."

Finn shoved a hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around his own shaft. He stroked fast. Reid watched every movement of his hand and matched the pace with deeper thrusts. Finn’s hole clenched tight around the thick cock as his orgasm hit. Cum shot across his own stomach and chest in thick ropes. Reid growled and slammed in to the root. Hot pulses of cum flooded Finn’s insides. Reid kept grinding through every spurt until nothing more came out.

He stayed buried while both of them caught their breath. Finn’s legs still rested over his shoulders. Cum leaked out around the base of Reid’s cock and ran down onto the couch.

Reid finally pulled free and stood. He looked down at the mess he had made of the smaller man. "That was the welcome. Now you are going to clean my cock with your mouth and then we are going upstairs. I want you on your knees in the shower while I wash you. After that I am bending you over the bathroom counter and filling you again."

Finn sat up slowly. Cum dripped down his thighs. He slid off the couch and onto his knees in front of Reid without being told. He took the half-hard cock into his mouth and sucked it clean, tasting both of them. Reid’s hand rested on the back of his head and guided him deeper.

"Good," Reid said. "Keep sucking until I get hard again. Then we go upstairs."

Finn worked his mouth and tongue with focused care. He licked every inch of the thick shaft and sucked the head until Reid’s cock stiffened fully once more. Reid pulled him off by the hair and nodded toward the stairs.

"Up. Now."

Finn stood on shaky legs and climbed the wide staircase naked. Reid followed close behind, one large hand resting on the small of his back. They entered the master bathroom. Reid turned on the large walk-in shower and pulled Finn under the hot spray with him. Soap-slick hands ran over every part of Finn’s body. Reid washed his chest, his cock, his hole, lingering longest between his cheeks.

When Finn was clean Reid turned him to face the glass wall and bent him forward. He spread Finn’s cheeks and pushed two soapy fingers back inside the already used hole. "Still loose from earlier. Perfect. I am going to fuck you right here against the glass so I can watch your face in the mirror."

He replaced his fingers with his cock and sank in slow this time. Finn braced his hands on the wet glass and pushed back. Reid gripped his waist and started thrusting again, deeper and steadier than downstairs. Water ran down both their bodies. The slap of wet skin filled the bathroom.

Reid reached around and stroked Finn’s cock back to full hardness. "You are going to come again before I do. I want to feel you squeeze me."

Finn nodded and rocked his hips. Reid’s free hand pinched one of his nipples hard. The dual sensation pushed him over the edge fast. He came with a broken moan, painting the glass in front of him. His hole clamped down and milked Reid’s cock. Reid cursed and slammed in deep, flooding him with a second heavy load.

They stayed locked together under the spray until the water started to cool. Reid pulled out, turned Finn around, and kissed him slow and deep. His large hands cupped Finn’s ass and squeezed.

"Dinner is later," Reid said against his mouth. "Right now you are going to dry off, get on my bed, and spread your legs. I am not finished with you yet."

Finn followed him into the bedroom without a word. He climbed onto the wide mattress, lay back, and opened his thighs. Reid stood at the foot of the bed and stroked his cock while he looked at the smaller body waiting for him.

"This is only the first night," Reid said. "By the time the weekend ends you will not remember what it feels like to be empty."

He climbed onto the bed, settled between Finn’s legs, and pushed inside again. Finn wrapped his arms around the thick neck and held on as Reid started to move once more. The bed frame creaked under the steady force. Finn’s soft moans mixed with the sound of skin meeting skin.

Reid fucked him through a third orgasm before he finally filled him again. When he pulled out the last time, cum ran freely from Finn’s hole onto the sheets. Reid stretched out beside him and pulled the smaller body against his chest.

"Sleep for an hour," he said. "Then I wake you up with my cock in your mouth."

Finn rested his head on the broad chest and closed his eyes. His body already ached in the best way.

The money no longer mattered. All he wanted was the next time that heavy cock stretched him open again.