Service Duty, Chapter 4: David's Revenge, Part 2 (Patreon)

After filling a mug with beer from the kitchen, I walk it down the hallway to my and Ragnar’s bedroom where I find David lounging in the center of the bed, looking smug. He sits up when he sees me come in, eagerly reaching for the mug and sitting back against the headboard as he sips from it. I stand by the side of the bed, trying not to roll my eyes.

“You know, if you spill any of that on the bed, Ragnar’s gonna kill you,” I tell him flatly.

“Well, I’ll just have to make sure I don’t spill then, huh?” he responds, taking another sip, cocky as can be. Dammit, why do I think that’s hot?

“So, what can I do for you next, sir?” My eyes glance over his cock, which was shooting a load down my throat only minutes ago.

“Well, I’m gonna need a little longer before Little David wakes back up, buuuuuut…” He sets the mug of beer down on the nightstand and flips over onto his stomach. “Get it? Butt.”

I bite back a groan, glad he can’t see me rolling my eyes. “Heh, yeah, I get it.”

“Great.” He spreads his legs and props his ass up. “Now why don’t you get your tongue in there?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer with a chuckle and crawl onto the bed. David has a very nice ass, and I am more than willing to spend some time rimming it.

I kneel over his upturned ass, rubbing my hands over his cheeks and the backs of his thighs. I’m pretty hairless, but David has this soft layer of fuzz all over his body that I love. Taking a hold of his butt, I spread him open, revealing more of the fur that goes all the way down his crack and over his hole. Grinning to myself, I move my face toward his ass and swipe my tongue over his hole.

David lets out a small moan of pleasure at the contact, relaxing into the bed. I lower myself to lay on my stomach, settling in as I continue to lick over his entrance. His ass still in my hands, I squeeze as I spread him even wider, pushing my tongue into his hole. He groans as the wet muscle breaches him, trying to move his legs farther apart automatically.

Still moaning, David pushes back against my tongue as I tongue-fuck him. I start slowly, pressing my tongue in as deeply as it will go inside of his furry hole and licking over it each time I pull back out. As I pick up the pace, I stop pulling all of the way back until eventually I am steadily pumping my tongue in and out of his wet and now relaxed ring of muscle. Pretty soon, David starts to shift on the bed, trying to get up on his knees and gain more leverage to ride against my face.

“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, falling forward and turning onto his back. “Okay, I can’t take any more of that. Time for you to fuck me.”

“Uh, not that I don’t want to, but…” I kneel and point at my caged cock. “Did you forget about the cage?”

“Nope!” he answers cheerily as he rolls off the bed. He bends over, reaching for the small bag Khazak gave him earlier, tossing it to me. “Put that on.”

I open the leather bag’s flap, peering inside to try and figure out what it is. Is that a dildo? I dump the contents onto the bed to take a closer look. It is indeed a dildo, a large one made of dark polished wood. It’s also attached to something made of leather straps. What I’m looking at suddenly clicks in my head: a harness. It actually reminds me a little of the one our friend Arik uses—though I bet this one isn’t magically enchanted to let the wearer feel the sensations.

I slide off the bed, David watching me as I bend over to step into the harness and pull it up over my legs. I adjust the straps around my thighs and waist so that it fits snuggly but not tight enough to cut off any circulation. I look down at the wooden cock resting on my groin just above my caged one and can’t help but feel a little pathetic.

“Looks great,” David comments after taking a sip of beer. “Now, lie on your back.”

I get back on the bed as requested, my fake cock pointing straight up as I lay flat. David follows me back onto the bed, bottle of oil already in hand. He straddles my thighs and takes the wooden cock in his hand, inspecting its details before popping the cork on the oil.

“I think this might actually be modeled after Khazak’s cock,” he tells me while lubing the object up.

“The size is right,” I add, noting the similarity myself.

“So does that mean Khazak had to stay hard and still for however long it took Brull or whoever to make this?” David asks, half-joking.

“They probably used magic, but yeah.” I nod. “At least for a little bit.”

After sharing a silent laugh, he finishes making sure my stand-in cock is sufficiently lubricated. David lifts up as he comes toward me, allowing it to pass between his legs. Now straddling my thighs, he reaches behind himself to hold the dick steady. He shifts backward, lifting his hips slightly as he finds the correct angle to push the toy in.

At least I assume because from my position I can’t see much beyond his torso. So instead, I look up and watch his face: the way he bites his lip as he presses down enough to let it pop in, the gasp he makes when it finally does, the full body shudder he has as he sinks back onto it. My own cock throbs in vain inside of its cage.

David rocks his hips backward as he rides the toy, his half-hard cock splayed across my stomach. He moans low as he bounces on the fake-cock, the bottoms of his thighs slapping against the top of mine. Despite not being able to feel or see anything, I’m still driven by the urge to thrust upward and meet him partway. Sometimes, when he lifts up enough, I can just make out the toy disappearing between his cheeks.

Sensing my problem with not being able to see (or maybe just because I keep squinting at my crotch), David pulls all the way off with a smirk. Flipping around to face away from me, he restraddles my legs. Reaching behind himself to aim the wooden cock at his hole for the second time, he backs up toward my chest. I watch as the dark head of Khazak’s copy presses against his already wet hole, forcing it wide when it finally presses in.

“Fuck,” David comments as he takes more. “It might be the same size, but this thing’s a lot stiffer than a regular dick.”

As he sinks to the bottom, I notice the light sheen of sweat building on his back and reach out to wipe my hand over the warm skin. I feel his hands gripping my legs for leverage as he starts to ride me again, my hands moving to his hips automatically. From this angle, I can watch clearly as the dark cock is swallowed by his hole before being released, again and again. Locked away, my cock futilely fights against his metal prison, wishing he could take his rightful place.

I start to hump upward again, meeting his butt halfway as it bounces up and down. I can hear David starting to breathe harder, and I watch as his hole starts to pulse and flutter around the toy. His hands are tight on my thighs, just above my knees, squeezing me tight as he lets out a long moan as he has his first anal orgasm of the night. After pushing himself all the way down to ride it out, he lifts off and falls forward onto his hands and knees.

“Fuck me,” he orders over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir!” I happily scramble up behind him on my knees.

I take aim at his now slightly-distended hole, gripping the tool attached to my harness tightly. David moans as he is stretched open again, arching his back eagerly as he takes it all the way to the base. I give his ass a squeeze with both hands before pulling my hips back, only to snap them forward just as quickly.

I fuck David with long, smooth strokes, pulling out about three quarters of the way before pushing back in. It doesn’t take long before I start to notice the telltale signs of another impending orgasm, David’s legs shaking when he crests over the edge. I keep up that pace for a solid fifteen minutes, giving David at least another ten dry orgasms, his chest falling to the mattress somewhere in the middle. As much as I wish I was using my real cock right now, I wouldn’t be able to last even half as long.

Finally, after cumming for what is probably the dozenth time, he jerks forward with a full body shudder, pulling all the way off the dildo and flopping onto the bed on his stomach. His half-hard cock is splayed beneath him, pointed backward toward me, a thick string of precum leaking from the tip. I can see a damp puddle just ahead of me, underneath the spot where I had him bent over.

“Fuck, that was…” He seems to be at a loss for words, panting as he turns on his side to face me. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

“Should I keep this on?” I ask with a little wiggle of my hips, the wet toy swaying back and forth.

“You can take it off. For now,” he adds with a smirk.

After we both stretch our legs, we sit on the bed against the headboard. David sips on his remaining beer as we take a well-earned breather. This has already been quite the night, and it’s not over yet.

“So, I gotta ask,” he starts after putting the now-empty mug on the nightstand. “Why did you seem so nervous about tonight? I mean, I knew you were already being punished, but I still figured tonight was mostly supposed to be about fun.”

“Well, I wasn’t actually sure how angry you were,” I admit. “I also didn’t really know what you had planned for tonight. Even though I’ve been doing this stuff a lot longer than you, you’re still able to take more of the rough stuff than I am.” I try not to let any jealousy bleed into my voice.

“I mean I wasn’t exactly happy about it, but it’s not like you forced me to agree to pull the prank that got me in trouble,” he tells me with a nudge to the shoulder. “Besides, if I’m being totally honest, the punishment really wasn’t that bad. Kinda seems like something you’d normally have to work hard to set up. Willing to bet some people are actually jealous of me.”

“You’re not wrong.” I can think of a few friends who would kill for a rough ranger gangbang.

“Alright then.” He puts an arm around my shoulder with a grin. “Ready to have some more fun then?”

“Yeah.” I nod, smiling confidently.

“Great!” he answers cheerfully, then pats his thigh. “Get over my lap.”

I roll my eyes at the lack of a segue but move as requested, sliding across David’s legs on my stomach. I’m spread just about across the full length of the bed, my head at the edge. David’s hands roam from my back to my thighs, paying particular attention to his soon to be target. I get impatient waiting for the first smack to come and wiggle my butt to entice him.

“What, you want to get spanked now?” he asks before finally giving me the first one.

“Mmmf. Just wanting to get it over with, sir,” I taunt, clearly not having learned my lesson yet.

He responds by giving me another two smacks in quick succession. After pausing to squeeze my ass to make sure I feel the sting, he continues to spank me on alternating cheeks. I’m not trying to keep count, but it’s kind of the only thing I can focus on. Well, that and how much my dick would like to be out of this cage.

My ass starts to feel warm around ten, but things don’t really start to hurt until around twenty. It’s nothing unbearable, but it’s enough that I have to start actively trying to not let out any noises of pain. Then around thirty I realize he might actually be trying to get me to make noise, and I stop holding back. He stops somewhere around forty, leaving me panting with a sore butt and a slightly more flaccid cock. David’s, however, is hard against my thigh.

That really wasn’t that painful, not even half as bad as the ones Ragnar has been giving me after I confessed. Still, when I feel David’s hand on my sweaty back, I just breathe and relax. My ass is throbbing, and I’m in no rush to check the damage for myself yet.

“That’ll teach you to get me in trouble,” he jokes. “Now, turn a little and roll on your side for me.”

With a stretch, I climb off of David’s lap and turn diagonally on the bed. I’m still feeling a little warm and fuzzy, so I just plop down once I’m free of his legs. I can feel David shuffling around behind me, but it’s not until he has me hike one leg up while straddling the other that I realize he’s about to fuck me. The cock poking at my ass is a pretty good clue.

“Not too sore, are ya?” he challenges while slapping his hard dick against my ass.

“Not even close.” I pull my leg up even farther.

“Good.” I look back to see him spreading oil over his cock.

The wet head pokes between my ass just before David grabs me by the cheek to spread me farther. I whine at the contact with my sore skin but only try to arch my back when I feel him start to push in. I bite my lip as I’m stretched and filled, and when I feel his groin pressing against my ass, I drop my head to the bed with a happy sigh.

David gives me a couple of teasing smacks before I feel his weight shift, lifting his hips up to pull back before sliding back in. He’s moving slowly, taking his time and really using every last bit of his dick. Ragnar fucked me this morning, and I’m still nicely opened up, so really it just feels nice.

When David starts to pick up speed, I can feel his balls slapping against my ass on every thrust while he rides me. Both his hands are on my butt, squeezing while also using me as leverage, his body weight pushing me into the mattress. From the angle I’m lying in, I really can’t do anything else but take it and just focus on keeping my hole relaxed and open.

He’s still using practically the full length of his dick, and every time it slides over my prostate, my own cock makes a futile attempt at growth in its cage. Soon, a familiar pleasurable pressure starts to build, and my hands fist into the sheets in preparation of what’s to come. As the orgasm rolls through me, my body shakes, a bitten-off moan escaping my lips.

“Fucking finally,” David says, exasperated. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

I keep my smart-ass comments to myself when David’s rhythm suddenly changes to quick, shorts thrusts. A quick look back reveals his face is all business, and his balls slap against me steadily as he chases his own orgasm. The hands gripping my ass squeeze me even tighter when it finally hits, slamming his hips forward. His cock pulses inside of me as he unloads, the sticky warmth flooding my hole. After holding himself in place long enough to make sure he’s expelled every drop, he dramatically collapses on top of me.

“Phew.” He sighs into my ear. “Alright, give me like fifteen minutes, and we’ll go for round four.”

My ass is going to be really sore in the morning, isn’t it?

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“So?” I ask Ragnar as he puts down my story journal.

“I liked it,” Ragnar tells me honestly. “Kinda curious why you included all the stuff about being nervous, though.”

“Every good story needs drama!” I defend. “Otherwise it would just be page after page of sex.”

“That’s a bad thing?” he half-jokes. “Isn’t this like the third story you’ve written about fucking David?”

“Yeah, I guess. Why?” I look him over, curious at the line of questioning. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” He rolls his eyes. “But it might be nice to read about you and your actual partner in one of these, once.”

“At least you made an appearance in this one!” I point out. “The only reason I seem to have David on the brain is because of the last letter he sent me. It was filled with all sorts of details about all the kinky things he and Khazak have been doing on the road.”

“Yes, and I’m sure reading about that has been very difficult for you.” His tone is flat, but he’s got a teasing look on his face. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom so you can tell me all about it? Maye we can do some research for your next story?”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, sir.” I grin. “Lead the way.”