BDSM Flash Fiction #4
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Damian. You promised.”
A whimper escaped the boy, and for a second, Damian regretted his wife’s request. He had no trouble fulfilling all her fantasies, but if he were going to fuck a guy, a twink wouldn’t do. He wanted to feel a hard body under him, fighting to get away as he fed him his cock.
“No. Next, please.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gregory, but he’s the last boy available,” the club’s owner said.
“Very well,” Damian responded as he removed his suit jacket. “Danielle, lock the door.” As always, his wife followed orders without a second thought. “Now, pull your skirt up and your panties down. Sit with your legs spread so that we can see.” Damian looked at the man, and as expected, Danielle had his complete attention. Removing his cuff links, and rolling his sleeves, Damian moved slowly, grabbing the distracted man arms. He used his knees next to bring him down. “My wife wants me to fuck a man as her birthday present, and since you didn’t provide what we were looking for, you would be her present.” The man struggled, but Damian had him roped like a calf within seven seconds.
Lila Leigh Hunter 