Ryder Lynn

Sam was definitely aware he was being demanding of Ryder right now, that he could’ve been a little more gentle. He also knew that Ryder liked this side of him though, and he firmly believed that if he truly pushed the boy too far, his slave would let him know.

And it was just as much on Ryder’s side as it was Sams. After all, he’d made a certain reputation for himself on the island for indulging in rough, harsher sex.  And part of him still adored being called the pain slut. His head dropped forward as he gasped again. His cock actually rising between his legs because of the pain. 

That’s right. You’re my whore. And that ass will definitely be filled up to the brim with thick, hot, semen.

Hm, bred me till it drips down my legs Daddy. 

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Hey, you’re the master, remember? I’m just your whore. Ooooh. Think about it. You get this ass all for yourself. 

Morning Ry.

Hm. Pretty sure next you’ll be making some crack about giving me some morning fresh milk. 

“You’ve come to the right place though.” Sam mused, as he caught his breath. “All your kinky fantasies can come true on this island… it’s paradise even for your ass.” As he spoke, he started thrusting a bit faster, making his words breathy and hollow. “Eager.” He commented, as he brought up a hand, covering up Ryder’s mouth for a moment. “You really want me to mess up all your holes… and I’ll deliver.” He promised. “Gotta start with the backdoor though.” He said, before taking his hand away and sinking his teeth into Ryder’s neck, hoping to mark his flesh.

Ryder was juts going to groan against the couch as he felt the other thrusting into him harder. Every inch sliding inside him. There’s a louder moan against Sam’s hand when it slips around his mouth. He loved that feeling of..helpleness. Of simply being used as the other fucked into him. His hole clenching around the others cock as he arched against the hands. And when those teeth dug into his skin, shooting pain though out his body. Ryder arched his back, his abs clenching and his cock jumping between his lips. “FUCK SAMM-” He almsot screamed at the pain. 

….abs jr?! Yeah, yeah, I know. Its not your fault… It’s just.. one night in the common room… and if it makes Sam happy that’s what matters…

You’re aware you’re being self-depreciating. Sam thinks you’re his soulmate. One cheap fuck does’nt change that. 

Mmhm… You know, just…. goin’ for a very long walk… Then probably cook something that takes forever… eat it real slowly… then see if I pass out on the couch. Might watch a real long movie.

Come on, abs jr. I did’nt mean to kick you out. 

You OK? 

“I’m the first to admit it.” Sam said. “But I know for a fact you like it.” He deadpanned, not stopping what he’d been doing for anything. “It’s eight.” He corrected, as he pushed more of his length inside. “But yes…. yes they do. My little slut’s gonna get a good pounding.” He said, before letting out a moan, starting to move inside of the boy. “I’m not… fuck… responsible if you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“I’m I do...It’s terrible.’ Ryder teased back, a chuckle dancing though his voice “Eight. Damn. I was close..” Ryder replied, his words a bit more..breathy as more of the others big cock slid inside him. The lack of prep shooting pain though him.  Ryder gasped as he felt a shiver run though his body at the words. “Walk or talk. You promised to abuse my throat. Remember?” Ryder reminded as he stroked himself. ‘Fuck-Fuck..fuck. Harder Daddy please..” 

Does… anyone wanna do something or something? I don’t know… Maybe I’ll just go walk one long lap of the island…

“Of course I have a point.” Sam stated, his cocky side taking over for a moment. He didn’t spank the slave again, though, that wasn’t the point of this exercise. Besides, he truly couldn’t wait any longer to dive inside of the boy’s tight entrance. “It’s right back where it belongs.” He says, in a soft whisper as his hands grip Ryder’s broad shoulders. “Stroke your cock baby… keep stroking yourself for daddy.” He encouraged.

“Pft. So cocky.” Ryder shot back over his shoulder, a little insubordinate. Its a good thing Ryder adored pain and pushing his limits because this was already one of the most intense fucks he had in weeks.  Ryder caught that whisper, a smile dancing along his lips as he pressed his head into the couch. “Oh yeah? All nine inches belong in my ass?” Ryder teased before his hands moved back down to his cock, stroking himself again. “Fuck your slut Daddy. Hurt your slut. Fill me up with your loads daddy..” He purred, grinning lightly as he rocked back onto the that cock. 

“True. Everyone has different wishes for the island, I guess.” Nick smirked. “You need to earn my cock unless I am in the mood, so you won’t find out today. But I’ll keep an eye on you and will let you know when I am in need of a slave.”

“Exactly. It’s called Fantasy Island for a reason.” Ryder’s just tiled his head against his hand as he gazed over at the other master. “I need to earn your cock. My that must be quite the achievement then. Maybe I’m just not your type?” 

Sam chuckled quietly to himself. “Well… not all games are meant to pleasant for both parties.” He said, as he spanked Ryder’s ass with his hand rather harshly, as if to prove a point. “Besides… I think we both know no matter what I throw at you today… you’ll manage to find a way to enjoy it.” He said confidently, not waiting any further before applying some lube to his member and pushing it in the other male’s waiting hole. “You’d be right with that guess though.” He admitted. “Fuck… I’ve missed this hole.”

Ryder actually whimpered as that hand smacked over his ass, loving that pain as he rocked though his body. ‘I...suppose you have a point there.” Ryder mused, his head resting against the couch for a moment. It’s a hard moment when that cock pressing into his waiting hole without much prep but his cock does’nt go down even as he bit his lower lip. “Fuck-..FuckS-..I missed this cock.” He whimpered, closing his eyes to stop any tears as he clenched around Sam’s cock. 

“Probably…some people are weird here, I guess.” Nick raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “More important things for me, yes. Like if they can behave, if they like some of my kinks and stuff like that.” Nick shrugged. “I am here for the sex part after all and not the housewife part. It would be a nice extra if they can cook or clean really good, but no thing that would decide if I claim someone or not.” Nick shook his head. “You don’t need to slip under the table.”

Ryder just tilted his head as he listened to the other. “Not weird. Just..unique at how they approach it. Some see it as a lifebond. Some see it as buying a brand new sex toy. It just depends.” He mused as he tilted his head. “I don’t need to slip under the table? That’s a shame. I was sure someone with your twinkish body would have a huge cock.” Ryder mused before he shrugged again, picking at the pasta and chewing some off the fork. 

Sam’s eyes glowed with lust as he watched the boy strip away the little clothing he’d been using to cover up his godly body. His mouth watered at the sight. He stepped closer, instantly reaching out for the slave’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze before taking his hand away. He made quick work of disrobing himself, throwing his clothes aside, stroking his manhood to a full erection. “I don’t think I’m gonna answer that.” He said, teasingly. “After all… it’s much more fun to have you guess the answer through feeling it inside of you.”

Ryder loved the look the other had on his face when he looked at him, like he could’nt wait to get his hands on him. Ryder groaned lightly as that hand moved over his ass and squeezed it. He watched Sam trip out of his clothes over his shoulder, groaning a little bit as the other got his cock hard in what seemed like three point five seconds. How could he not take that as a compliment. “That sounds like a cruel game to me..” But the tone of his voice barely made that believable. Ryder’s hands moved to the back of the couch as he bent over a little more. “I’d say about seven or eight inches. I hope Daddy has enough loads in him to feed his hungry comeslut though.” Ryder purred as his hand reached between his own legs to stroke himself. Nothing got him harder than dirty talk.