4. ZANDER

I had two bedrooms. One room was for sleeping, and the other room was for fun. Alongside my kitchen and bathroom, they were the only rooms not crammed with boxes. And contrary to Sam, I wasn't a hoarder. The boxes were full of materials for the costume shop I owned, or toys I'd bought for my second job.

We stood in front of the bedroom I kept for fun.

The bed was made with teddies and there was a camera on a tripod directed at it. "My part-time gig," I told him.

"So you do make porn then?" he turned and asked. "Because earlier, I thought you were hinting to it."

"I don't make porn, I—"

"Make art?" he tried finishing my sentence for me.

"Some of it is art, artistic nudes shot on polaroid," I said. "I sell them. But I have a subscription service, people subscribe, they watch me in the teddy head, and I usually fuck teddies."

He gasped before smacking at my arm, nearly spilling his drink. "That is what I've seen. I saw a video of a guy fucking a teddy, and he had a teddy bear head like yours."

"Because that was me, unless there's someone out there doing what I'm doing," I said, and it was possible, but when people did crop up, my rabid fans would spam them for being copycats. I didn't condone it, but it was a nice ego stroke.

"This is where my voyeurism enjoys it, but—"

"I'm not asking you to do anything with me." I walked into the room. "This is just where I come to—well, cum."

"What I was gonna say is, I'm not going to show my face."

I'd never collaborated with anyone for content, and I don't think I was about to start. There were much larger conversations that had to happen beforehand. "You wanna be my teddy bear?" I asked, patting the bed. "I have multiple heads. You can try one."

He sat beside me and sighed. "Listen," he said, his hand on my inner thigh, trying to find my cock. "I like my ass being ate. The head doesn't really allow that to happen. So, I—"

"I love eating ass. Earlier, it was kinda of my only regret. But I was getting off on the anonymity of it," I told him. "You've seen my face now, so I'll eat you ass. Just pull lay on the bed and I'll take care of the rest."

Slowly, Sam shook his head. There was a tipsy drunkenness in his shake, and a slur tiptoeing over his speech. "You—I—"

"Spit it out."

"You like taking control."

"So do you."

We were in a staring standoff, looking into each other's eyes.

"I'm a Dominant," I told him. "I'm not going to take orders. I'll take suggestions, but you're not going to tell me what to do."

Sam's mouth opened and closed like he was imitating a fish. "You're—you're—" His grip on my inner thigh becoming harder. "You're not gonna win. I always get what I want."

I shrugged. "We want the same things. I want to eat ass, you want your ass eaten. You want me to pretend I didn't tell you to get on the bed and I'd do the rest, then pretend." I leaned in, my voice turning to a whisper in his ear. "But know that you're the bottom, and the only control you get is that thing you do with your hole when you're on top. You know what I'm talking about, right?"

He gulped, the click of it was sharp in his throat. "I think you'll know who's in control when it happens," he said, turning to me. Our heads inches from each other.

I kissed him. "Me," I said. "Remember whose waist your were wrapped around earlier."

"That means nothing, I don't think I could take your weight."

I gently bit his lip. "So, you're saying you're weak?"

He stood and marched down the side of the bed, placing his glass on the table. "Is the camera running?"

"No, I told you weren't doing that," I said. "I'm not sharing this with the world just yet. Maybe when you realize I'm the one in charge."

Sam shimmied out of his jean shorts. No underwear. The crotchless fishnets still on. He turned around, flashing his ass at me, bending over and pulling his cheeks apart. "I can take any dick or toy, and please myself. You can't take any hole and expect the treatment mine will give your cock."

I'd never had such a bossy bottom, but I was into it. "Let's see about that," I said, calling his bluff. I drank more of the gin, smacking my lips at how refreshing it was. "I have toys. I don't use them. They're just for show to take pictures with." I placed the glass on the floor by the tripod. "Some of them are huge. What size is your maximum?" In a box in the corner of the room, it was a treasure trove of dildos. There were different types, some vibrated, others were shaped in fictional monster dongs, others were tentacles. None of them had been anywhere near my ass, they were all used on the teddies, and my subscribers ate it up.

"I've never had a maximum. There's no such thing as too big, or too thick." Sam laid on the bed, ass in the air, pushing his chubbed cock down. "So surprise me."

A surprise would be to climb onto the bed and just fuck him. "You have any preference?" I asked. "I noticed you were a little tight earlier, so maybe something to loosen you up."

He wiggled his ass high before pushing down on the bed like he was fucking my comforter. "I told you to surprise me."

I knew this was going to be a fight for control, but I didn't know how scrappy he was. I could get scrappy, and I was more than willing to tame him. "What about ropes?"

"I don't do ropes when I've had a drink," he said.

"Got it. Me either. I was just—"

"Testing me?"He pound his hips into the bed once more, his ass jiggling. "But yeah, I do ropes. If you're lucky, I might use them on you."

I reached into the box, grabbed out a large silicone purple dildo with balls, and a suction attachment. "Do you say stuff like that so you get fucked harder?" I asked.

"Why?" he asked, looking behind and behind distracted by his own ass. "Does it make you want to tear this up?"

It did, and I was mad about it, because whatever he was doing. It worked. "I think this will do the trick." I smacked the dildo in my palm. "Arch your back again."

"Like this?" He arched his back up, hunching hover. "I don't think this is what you mean." He laughed, dropping from the position.

I slipped out of my trousers, letting my boxers fall with them. "You know the arch I want," I told him. "Go on. Face down, ass up."

Sam looked back at me, the internal struggle of decided whether or not he wanted to follow my instruction was clearly painted on his face. He sighed, arching down to tease the structure of his back, hidden by the crop top.

"Did you clean up after we fucked before?" I asked, climbing on the bed. His hole was glistening like a glazed ring donut. "Because I think I still see a little lube."

"Yes, I cleaned."

From experience, I knew the lube from the club had staying power. "You just come pre-lubed now then?"

He reached back, pulling his cheeks apart to feel his hole. "I guess there's still some there," he said. "But if you stay lubed, you don't need to get lubed. Or whatever the saying is." He gave his own ass a spank. "I was promised some ass eating."

My cock bounced around with throbs, every time Sam sassed me. I wanted to shove it in his mouth and force him to gag on it for a little bit, but he was right, I had said I'd eat his ass, and from my angle, I was desperate to stick my face into him. "And what did you promise me?" I asked, jumping into the bed, almost right into his ass.

"I promised you a drink, which I made, and you said you loved."

Sam was warm, I pressed my mouth to his cheek, kissing it. I playfully him. He wiggled around like I was a shark and he was trying to flick me off. I bit him a couple times, seeing my teeth mark his perky peach ass. This is what I'd wanted to do earlier, and now I could.

I went in with my tongue, followed by a couple fingers. He continued to hump at the bed, pushing his ass further into my face. He moaned as my tongue worked a magic I knew it possessed. For a while, Sam wasn't saying anything.

Fingers followed after my tongue as I went down to work on his cock. Sucking it from behind I had all the control. He moved to my every whim, ass getting higher, back arching deeper. For mostly wearing a mask when I fucked, I missed out on what my tongue could do, taking notes from the way he'd sucked my cock earlier. My tongue at his tip, fast motion across the head, summoning up nature's lube in the form of precum. "Good boy," I said, and his cock twitched with a little more sticky precum. I transferred it directly to his hole with my tongue, using his own precum as lube was hot, it was almost like he was fucking himself.

A jumble of sounds came out of his mouth in a moan, and none of them sassing me.

"I'm gonna use the toy now," I said, spanking his ass with the purple dildo. "Turn around." He followed my instruction. "Open your mouth." And once more, obedient now. I placed the dildo in his mouth and he immediately sucked on it like his second nature was kicking in. He moaned on it, a hand around the silicone shaft trying to work it like a real cock. I tugged it away. "Don't get too carried away."

His tongue was out, saliva dripping from the tip.

"I think I've learned which buttons to press," I said, tapping his tongue with the toy. It was very flexible, flopping around by his face.

"Ass eating is my lust language," he said. "It's my reset button. So, use it or lose it, big boy."

Usually, I'd go slow, ease my bottom onto my cock. Sam wasn't a case of usually, and I feared he was about to ruin bottoms going forward. Like uncovering a kink you never knew you had, and suddenly not being able to function without that kink. With little warning, I pressed the dildo against his hole, and as deep as it would go.

Sam moaned. "Fuck," he started laughing. "That's good."

I simulated a back and forth motion, fucking him, but the more he moaned, the more jealous I became of the toy which couldn't appreciate Sam's ass. I pulled it out. "No more of that."

"Aw, but it was so much better than you earlier," he said.

"You mean that?" I asked.

He pouted. "I might need reminding."

That was a better answer. "Convince me."

"I'm on PrEP."

"I figured, Gael and Ash when they set us up, getting regular checks," I said. "But you don't need to convince me to hit it raw, just convince me to hit it."

"I—" he started, his tongue sucking at his teeth. "I liked the way you felt inside me, and if you want me to convince you any further on what you're missing out on, just put that toy back in me, I'll ride that, cum, and leave you to play with yourself."

His sass had a hold of me, my cock in a chokehold twitching and throbbing from every snipe he took. "Ass up."

He giggled, giddy. "Yes, Sir."

I spanked him before pulling his cheeks to get full view of his glistening hole, trying its best to appear puckered and tight. The toy had done its job. I slapped the tip of my cock against it like I had earlier this evening, but there wasn't the same hiding in secret energy that I'd had then, now I was undressed completely, and we were going raw.

Sam begged and pleaded to be fucked, pushing his back up in an attempt to have my cock just slide in him. It almost worked, he was ready, and his ass had been teased enough, it needed a cock. And I still wanted to tease the sass out of him.

"You don't tell me what to do," I said, pushing the length of my shaft acorss his ass. "Got it?"

"If you're not gonna—"

I laid on his back with the force of my entire body, my cock thrusting between his cheeks. "I'm in charge. Say it." If there was one thing I knew, it was how to get people to say what I wanted them to say. It might take another couple nights until he believed what he was saying. He made me want to put in the work.

"You're in charge," he said, still trying in his best attempt at getting my cock to slip inside him. "You're the boss."

I kissed the back of his neck. "Good boy." Pulling my hips back, my cock found his hole with heat seeking precision. I went deep, right for the guts. I'd stopped playing and teasing, I was now more interested in holding his excited horny writhing down with my body.

With long, deep thrusts, shaking his body, Sam let out a deep, intense moan and his hole throbbed around my cock. I knew exactly what that meant, and I didn't care. I continued to fuck his hole, using the post-orgasm tightness of his hole to squeeze my cock and keep me hard. Like a closed fist, his hole had my cock in a hold, and I wasn't going to stop fucking it.

I could safely say I'd fucked Sam into submission, his weak moans and whimpers were a symphony on my ears.

"Where do you want it?" I whispered, giving his ear a nibble.

"In me," he moaned softly. "Cum in me."

Gripping his hands by his head, I held them, pushing them into the comforter. "Say please." I couldn't wait for him to say it. A tingle ran through me, like the start of a leg cramp, it had me jerk against him, and seconds later, I was filling him up.

"Thank you," he said, his body swelling with deep breaths against mine. "That was just what I needed."

My cock stayed inside him, and with every motion of his body against mine, I twitched and winced from a strange post-orgasm chill that had turned my body sensitive. It had been a while since that had happened, it was nice. "Just—stay right there," I said, slowly pulling my hands from the back of his hands. "You wanna stay over?"

He let out a little chuckle, the movement of it was ticklish. "Usually, the dick isn't still inside me when a guy asks that."

And he was back to his sassy self. I slowly pulled my cock from his ass. "Then I'll order you an Uber." I leaned back and spanked his ass.

"Ugh," he mumbled. "I'm staying."

I gave his other cheek a spank. "I thought you might." I was usually great at aftercare, but I didn't know how to approach it with him. "You wanna clean up and cuddle?"