Bailey Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (5 page)

Bailey’s prick twitched, and Ferris realized he couldn’t wait to penetrate him. Ferris wasn’t so sure about that part of things, mainly because he feared it would hurt. Tales from the other thralls had filled his head with screams, blood, pain, and all manner of perversity and violence. As much as he realized most of what they’d told him was likely false, there was still an ingrained fear of the unknown.

“Let me show you.” McBride leaned over. “Simply take the capsule and press it against his hole.”

When he did, Ferris felt his pucker sucking at the tip of the greaser.

“It pulled it in!” Bailey exclaimed.

“Does that feel okay, Ferris?”

“Yes, sir.” As soon as the object was inside his rectum, it started to warm up and then melted. The sensation was shockingly sensual. “Will it ooze back out?”

“It will cling to the inside of you and form a protective barrier so you will not be hurt when your companion uses you.”

Ferris and Bailey nodded in sync. When Bailey noticed, he grinned at Ferris, which made him blush and lower his head. At the thrall house, they called it the nod of submission and said that it often turned an aggressive man kinder. Bailey was already so kind, but Ferris wanted to make sure he would stay that way. Lowering his head and looking up with big eyes at Bailey certainly seemed to make him soften toward Ferris.

“Now we get to this.” McBride handed Bailey the rectal dilator. “To make the unit correspond to your size, you will get it good and slick with your pre-cum.”

“How does that make it know how big my cock is?”

“There are tiny blueprints in the cream from your prick that the dilator can interpret.”

Bailey stroked the tool across the tip of his prick, coating it liberally.

“Now gently, very gently, insert the device into your companion’s rectum.”

Ferris lay still, curious as to what it would feel like. Moreover, he was dying to know what it would do to him. He had no worries that it would cause an injury. Neither man took any pleasure in pain.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Bailey bit his bottom lip as he eased the device within Ferris’s hole. His sage-green gaze darted from Ferris’s face to what he was doing, his concern evident by his careful movements and watchful attention.

“It feels good.” Ferris closed his eyes as the slender object went deeper within then stopped because there was a flared edge at the bottom of the device. “It feels very good.”

“Once you have it inserted to the base, let go,” McBride instructed.

“There.” Bailey stroked his hands over Ferris’s inner thighs. “Are you okay?”

“Yesssssss.” As Ferris lay relaxed against the bed, holding his legs wide, the curious device warmed to his flesh and then expanded. His eyes popped open. It didn’t hurt, but it was so odd how it filled all the empty in his bottom. “Oh, my mate. It is so wondrously strange.”

“What is it doing to him?” Bailey sounded equal parts curious and worried.

“It’s dilating his rectum.” McBride lowered himself and Bailey down between Ferris legs. He couldn’t see them, but he felt their breath against his sensitized flesh. “As the metal of the cylinder heats up, it expands, but very slowly. As it enlarges, it presses against his passage, opening him up.”

“To the exact size of my cock!” Bailey seemed very pleased he had not only figured that out but also at the eventual ability he would have to penetrate Ferris’s bottom. Bailey stroked his fingers around where the object was plugged into Ferris’s hole. “This is done so that I don’t hurt him?”

“Yes.” McBride stood. “I’m sure you’d be as gentle as you could, but you are rather well endowed and there’s nothing to be gained by making the experience unpleasant. This will ease your way, giving pleasure to both you and your companion.”

Bailey nodded enthusiastically. “How long does it take?”

“Ah, well, that’s the catch. It will be about an hour before he is ready.”

“An hour!” Both Ferris and Bailey wailed at the same time. They looked at one another, grinned, and then looked away. At least they were of the same mind. Ferris thought that was a very good thing.

“Impatient, are you?” McBride clapped Bailey on the shoulder. “Well, there is something you can do in the meantime.”

“What?” Bailey seemed eager to learn while they waited.

“Do you wish to suck his prick or have him suck yours?”

“Please, my companion. Allow me to return even half the pleasure you have given to me.” Ferris let go of his legs and sat up. When he did, the device eased around the changing interior of his rectum. The pleasure was divine, and he hoped that it was not a one-time thing.

“But I wish to replace the toy with my prick.”

“You will be able to, I assure you. With a good climax behind you, you will likely last longer as well.” McBride explained that young men like Ferris and Bailey could cycle quickly. Ferris wondered just how much older than them McBride was. He didn’t look that old. But he didn’t ask. It would be rude. McBride was here to teach, and that was all.

“Where should I be?” Bailey asked, barely able to take his gaze from Ferris’s mouth.

“Stand here so that your companion can sit comfortably on the edge of the bed. However, just to be clear, there are many ways for one companion to suck another.” He described a few in detail, which aroused Ferris and made him clench up on the dilator. “But standing is most pleasurable for both parties. You will feel big and powerful while Ferris will feel small and subservient. Feelings I believe you will both enjoy, given your temperaments.”

Ferris was eager to please his companion for what he had done for him. When he looked up the great expanse of his chest to his face, he saw that Bailey would enjoy this very much.

“What do I do?” Ferris stared at the massive tool jutting up from the nest of black hair. His companion was almost wholly unlike him. Where Ferris had almost no body hair, Bailey had a great deal all over his groin and legs. His chest was bare, but the area around his cock was quite dense and thick. His sac was covered, and somehow the thicket of hair gave his genitals an almost sinister appearance. Ferris was not afraid, not exactly, but he was a little intimidated.

“Do to him as he did to you. Explore him with your fingertips. Touch all the areas of his body. Notice what touches please him the most.”

“How will I know the pleasing touches?”

“You’ll know.” McBride chuckled lightly. “Bailey will tell you by the way he groans, the way he moans, the way he moves a little closer, and the way he cups your head gently as if loving you back with his touch.”

Ferris teased his fingertips all over Bailey’s hips and groin. He stroked along his sac, up his shaft, and then over the tender crown. Pre-cum slicked his finger, and he looked up as he licked it off.

Bailey let out a long, low growl.

“He enjoys watching you.”

Bailey nodded enthusiastically.

Ferris went to the source this time by easing Bailey’s cock forward and swiping his tongue over the slit.

The growl Bailey made was exciting. He sounded like an animal that was hungry for blood and fucking. Excited by his command of a powerful man, Ferris tightened up around the device in his bottom, giving himself a dose of pleasure. Ferris slurped at the tip just as Bailey had done to him.

“Very good. You’re a natural.”

McBride’s flattering remark pleased Ferris. In the thrall house, no one ever told him when he did something the right way. They only punished him when he committed a wrong. It had been so very frustrating. Ferris found that praise worked so much better to instruct him.

“Take your other hand and cup his sac while you suck the tip of his prick.”

Bailey’s balls were large and heavy in comparison to Ferris’s own. But the dark hair that had seemed somewhat sinister was actually quite soft.

“Do you hear how strained his breathing is?”

Ferris nodded without taking his lips off Bailey’s cock. This caused his mouth to bob upon the length. More pre-cum slid across his tongue, which caused his mouth to water and in turned made him suck harder.

“He is very close to climax.”

“Please don’t make him stop,” Bailey begged, his fingers stroking over Ferris’s hair. “I want to have my release in his mouth. I want to feel him drink me.”

Ferris wanted that, too. He would never know the ecstasy of drinking blood because he had no need to feed that way, but he could be different and feed off his mate’s pleasure. The very idea aroused him tremendously, causing him to flick his tongue under the sensitive spot at the head of Bailey’s cock.

“Since this is your first time, and you’ve done very well so far, I think you’ve lasted long enough.” McBride knelt down so he could watch Ferris more closely. “Suck a little harder as you lift his balls and squeeze them gently.”

Ferris followed instructions and looked up to see if what he’d done pleased his companion.

“Zooks!” Bailey uttered the swear with a breathless gasp. His entire form went tight from the pleasure of his release.

Ferris struggled to hold on to him and drink. McBride wrapped his fist around Bailey’s cock to prevent him from drilling any more of his prick into Ferris’s mouth. Had McBride not intervened, Ferris feared he would have choked and bitten his companion.

“It’s all right,” McBride murmured as Ferris continued to suck at Bailey’s prick. “I should have told you to expect that. In the future, you will know to lift your hand from his balls and place it firmly around his shaft. Try it now.”

Ferris did even though Bailey wasn’t trying to feed him his length anymore. It was clear, though, that McBride was trying to make them good for each other, but it was also obvious he had never instructed a pair of untried lovers, either. Still, he was far more educational in one evening than all the years Ferris spent growing up in the thrall house. If he and Bailey took all his instructions to heart, they would become excellent lovers who would be able to anticipate their partner’s needs.

“Did I hurt him?” Bailey asked when Ferris finished sucking him and released his cock from his mouth.

“Not at all,” McBride reassured Bailey, who sounded horrified. “He just wasn’t expecting you to come so strongly. Frankly, neither was I.” McBride patted Ferris’s back. “You’ve pleased your companion well. Now he will give you the same.”

McBride’s teeth were fully extended now. They were so itchy he couldn’t ease them by rubbing the tips with his tongue like he usually did. All that managed to do was aggravate his urge to feed. He knew he could drink from Bailey, but that would leave him too weak to fully enjoy his initial encounter with his companion. Even though it was McBride’s right to put his needs above his slammers, McBride never had, and he wouldn’t start now.

“Oh, you have pleased me.” Bailey lifted young Ferris up by his shoulders and kissed him. He just as quickly let him go then turned to McBride. “Can I kiss him?”

“Of course. You’ll often find the taste of your satisfaction on your companion’s mouth is a powerful pleasure all of its own.” McBride couldn’t remember the last time he’d know that precise enjoyment. Long, long ago on a world far, far away he’d had a man he shared such intimacies with. He sighed. He’d been a boy then, and his pleasure had been taken with another boy at the learning institute. They were of the same class, so what they had done was not forbidden, but it had felt as if they were sneaking around, which added to the thrill of the encounters. Sadly, that boy had gone to another finishing school, while McBride stayed on that world to be educated to become a sheriff, just like his father. McBride had always hoped he’d see that boy again, but now, with a decade past, he couldn’t even remember his name. When he’d left, McBride swore he would never forget him, and in all honesty he hadn’t, but he simply couldn’t recall his full name. Perhaps it was for the best. McBride feared if he remembered he might be compelled to hunt him down and hope the sparks between them would fly again. Such a thought only came to him when he was desperately lonely.

When McBride went to the grindhouses, sharing the flavor of a man’s pleasure on his mouth was not one of the things he did. That particular activity was something he only wanted to do with a man he cared about, not some nameless body who made all the sounds of pleasure but didn’t mean them. It was a painfully hollow experience, which was why he had been stroking himself rather than indulging in grinders. They did their job, and they would probably suck him then let him kiss them if he asked, but he couldn’t bear to kiss a man he didn’t honestly care about. For the half hour he spent fucking them, he imagined all kinds of things, but that was easy to do when their backs were to him, allowing him to close his eyes and picture…McBride shook his head. The last time he’d pictured something so inappropriate he couldn’t even allow himself to think of it now.

Bailey kissed Ferris again, this time more slowly so he could taste his climax.

“Do you like it?” McBride asked, trying not to be envious.

“Yes. It’s good. I like that the taste is him and me mixed together.”

McBride watched them kiss, and a curious pain filled his heart. He wanted someone to share his life with. Nights on the
tallos
farm were long and lonely. The only time he found a bit of peace was when he fed from one of his men. He’d been resisting for the last few nights because he feared becoming emotionally attached. Some men confused bloodlust, which was strictly a man’s need for the nourishment of blood, with the love of a bloodbond, which was a sex and blood exchange among fully mated men. McBride enjoyed feeding from his slammers, but he did not have sex with them, and he would never allow them to feed from him. The path of blood flowed one direction with him at the top of the chain—thrall to slammer to landed gentryman. Still, he’d found himself feeling more for his slammers than he should. He cared about their happiness and not just because doing so ensured they were receptive to his feedings. McBride liked the Morgan brothers. Even the volatile Caleb was growing on him. There was something about the snarling giant that intrigued McBride far more than it should. He wondered why Caleb was so angry, and how in the world would he ever find a thrall that would calm him?