Welcome to Sunday Snog! Here's a smooch from my story Mile High Kink Club which is in the new Brit Boys anthology, Brit Boys: With Toys. The toy in this story is a chastity device, and the boys are playing whilst high in the sky on a private jet.
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From coast to coast and city to country Brit boys enjoy playing with each other and their toys. Not any old toys, though; guitars, rope, plugs and Moleskine journals all prove to be enormous fun. Throw in a shop that’s wall to wall with kinky ideas, a journalist on the lookout for the next big thing, and Dominants who insist on obedience and there’s sure to be something to cater for everyone’s taste.
Whether it’s a quickie or a slow indulgence, Brit boys know how to hit the spot and they aim to please every time. So take a ride, fly high, come enjoy these sexy boys and their toys.
Brit Boys: With Toys is an anthology of M/M stories written by British authors, featuring British characters in British locations.
“I love how pale you are,” Rhodri said. He stuck out his tongue and trailed it to Darius’ navel then to his opposite hip, kissed him in the same spot. He adored the feel of warm flesh on his lips, the smell of freshly showered skin and the body heat coming from his delectable little sub.
But he wanted him naked—naked and secure.
He sat back on his heels and removed first Darius’ left then his right shoe. Socks followed, then jeans.
He stood and surveyed the man who’d messed up his head all week, had his libido raging and surprised the hell out of him ten minutes ago. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
“Not so bad yourself,” Darius said, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Rhodri smiled and removed his jacket. He then dragged off the new dusky-red polo he’d bought especially for the occasion and threw it aside. The plane wasn’t cold; in fact it was warm with the sun pouring in from the left hand side.
“Are you getting naked too, Sir?” Darius asked.
“Not yet.”
Darius pouted. Again it was an expression that went straight to Rhodri’s cock.
“But it won’t be long. First this, though.” From his jeans pocket he pulled out two lengths of black ribbon. It was special ribbon, ribbon he kept at home, on his headboard in case he got lucky. Though today he’d decided to bring it with him, in case they’d ended up in a hotel or back at Darius’ place.
“What’s that?” Darius asked.
“Grip the seat again, the way you did when we hit that bumpy patch back there.” He nodded at the wide leather arms.
Darius did as instructed.
“Good.” Rhodri fed the ribbon beneath the left armrest then secured it over Darius’ wrist so he was attached to it. He repeated the action on the other side.
Again he stood and absorbed the sight of his sub. Naked and unable to move his hands to grab his cock was exactly where he’d wanted Darius all week. “Now this,” he said, reaching for the key.
“Oh God...” Darius groaned, tipped his head back and shut his eyes. “I’m going to explode, the minute you unleash me. I can’t, I won’t...”
“No. You’ll keep it in, you’ll come when I tell you to.” He slotted the key into the tiny lock and turned it. “And only when I tell you.”
“Fuck, yes, okay, Sir. When you say.”
“You ready?”
“Yes...Sir.”
Rhodri released the device. His heart was thumping, his dick ready to go and excitement spun its way up his spine and over his scalp.
Darius’ dick sprang forward, like a thoroughbred stallion let loose at the start of a race. He groaned, tugged at the binds around his wrists, and lifted his hips from the seat.
“Shh...” Rhodri soothed, stroking his hair. “Settle, it’s off now.” Oh, how he loved this moment, the relief swamping his sub was such a turn-on. He’d spent the week caged and frustrated but now, because he, Rhodri, had said it was time, his cock was free. “How do you feel?”
“Like I need to come, be fucked, suck you, you suck me, everything. I want it all.” He opened his eyes and stared at Rhodri, a glint of defiant determination in their depths.
“You’ll get all of that, in good time.”
“We haven’t got time. We’ll land soon.”
Rhodri chuckled. “Don’t think you can dupe me again. I know we’ve got nearly an hour before we even start to descend.” He leant over him, his lips hovering a hair’s-breadth away. “Don’t try and top from the bottom, little one, it won’t get you anywhere.”
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