What I Didn’t Know I Needed

Content warning: This story can trigger dysphoria, "Feminine" words are used to describe the trans man's genitalia and at some points in the story he get's feminized. Spanking, fisting, bondage, domination, reluctance and tendency to non-consent are described in the story. If this is not your thing please move on.

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The sun was low over the horizon, casting everything in honey and bronze. The gay section of the beach was tucked between dunes, mostly quiet except for the occasional laugh or splash from the water. Wolf had been there for hours, pretending to read, drinking in the sea breeze and pretending not to notice the kinds of men who walked past.

His towel was spread out on the sand, sunglasses tilted down, a paperback forgotten on his stomach. He wore nothing but swim trunks, his shirt crumpled beside him, exposing a broad, sculpted chest with a faint scar running from armpit to armpit, traced with tattoos and dusted in sun-freckled hair. Not the kind of ripped that turned heads instantly -- but undeniably fuckable.

He hadn't meant to stay this long. He wasn't even sure why he'd come out this far while traveling -- maybe just to see. He'd never actually done anything with a guy before. Just thoughts. Memories. Hard-ons he'd talked himself out of.

Until Tristan.

Tristan lounged on a sun-warmed towel, thick arms behind his head, legs spread just enough to command attention. He was ruggedly handsome, maybe in his late thirties. His body was pure heat--salt-and-pepper chest hair catching the last of the sun, thick thighs dusted with sand, a big cock resting heavy against one thigh. He looked like he owned the beach. Maybe the whole damn coast.

And he hadn't taken his eyes off Wolf.

The first time he walked past, Wolf thought it was a coincidence. The second time, he started to sweat. The third time, Tristan stopped and looked -- and didn't stop looking.

Wolf had held that gaze for half a breath too long.

That was all it took.

Now they were tucked in the lee of a dune, away from the path, still visible if someone looked too closely, but just hidden enough to pretend. Wolf's back was to the warm sand, chest rising and falling, not from exertion but nerves. His trunks were halfway down his thighs, his cock hard, his cunt slick -- but his jaw was tight, hands half-clenched like he still hadn't decided if he was going to bolt.

Tristan knelt between his legs like a man who'd already made up his mind.

Wolf's thighs tensed. "I shouldn't--people could see--"

Tristan didn't answer. Just leaned down, nose brushing the trail of hair below Wolf's navel. He inhaled, slow and indulgent, like Wolf was his to savor.

"You smell fucking good," he said, low and pleased.

Wolf swallowed hard. His cock twitched, his pussy ached, but he shook his head. "I don't usually... I mean--fuck, I don't even know why I let you--"

"But you did," Tristan said, calm as a knife. "And you're still here."

One hand slid up Wolf's thigh, firm and possessive. His fingers nudged the fabric aside, revealing slick folds, wet and waiting.

Wolf flinched -- not away. Just a reflex. His hips lifted slightly, mouth parted like he meant to protest, but nothing came out.

Tristan didn't ask. He leaned in and licked, slow and deep, tasting him like a reward. Wolf gasped, his head snapping back. He covered his mouth with one hand.

"Jesus--"

"You ever had a man eat your cunt before?" Tristan asked, tongue circling his clit with agonizing focus.

Wolf's reply was a strangled sound, almost a no.

Tristan pressed a kiss just above the hood, then slid two fingers between the folds -- slow, unhurried, but firm. They sank in easily, and Wolf froze.

His whole body went still for half a second. His chest rose with a sharp breath.

Then he exhaled. Didn't stop it. Didn't close his legs.

Tristan curled his fingers inside him, thumb brushing over his clit.

"Fuck, you're open already," he murmured. "Stretched just right. What've you been playing with, pretty boy?"

Wolf squeezed his eyes shut. His voice was thin. "I've... had practice."

Tristan's grin was all heat. "Thought so."

A third finger pushed in. Not testing. Claiming.

Wolf gasped through his teeth, body jerking -- not from pain, but surprise at how good it felt. He bit his knuckle to keep quiet.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Tristan whispered, working his fingers slow and deep.

Wolf didn't answer -- couldn't. His hips moved without thinking, grinding down, chasing it.

"You're letting me in," Tristan said, voice thick with approval.

Wolf's breath hitched. His hand dropped from his mouth, fingers twitching against the towel.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he whispered.

"You don't have to," Tristan said. "Just let me."

And Wolf did. He stopped thinking. Stopped fighting. Let the thick fingers fuck into him, stretching him with every slow curl and thrust. Let the words melt over him -- possessive, sure.

"You've got such a good pussy," Tristan growled. "Bet you were made to be bred."

Wolf moaned -- not loud. But it was real.

His head tipped back. The sky was turning purple, the ocean hissed softly in the distance, but all Wolf could feel was Tristan's fingers inside him, coaxing him open, pushing deeper.

And the worst part?

He wanted more.

The sun had vanished by the time they reached Tristan's apartment.

It wasn't far -- just a few blocks from the dunes, past streets that smelled like seaweed and old stone. Wolf's trunks were back on, his cock still half-hard, the wet cling of his cunt undeniable between his legs.

He didn't say a word. Didn't need to. Tristan's hand rested low on his back the whole time. Possessive. Gentle. Just enough pressure to keep him moving.

The apartment was up two flights of stairs, overlooking the beach. Sparse, masculine. Exposed brick, dark wood, open windows letting in the salty breeze. It smelled like skin and sweat and something unmistakably male.

The door had barely shut before Tristan's hand was at the back of Wolf's neck.

"You can still leave," he murmured, voice low.

Wolf froze. His jaw clenched.

Then, almost silently: "I don't want to."

Tristan pulled him close and kissed him -- hard and sure, all heat and stubble. Wolf opened for it without thinking. Moaned into his mouth. His hands scrabbled at Tristan's waist, not sure if he was clinging or trying to push away.

The apartment door clicked shut behind them -- and before Wolf could turn to take the space in, Tristan's hand was already on his chest, pushing him back.

His shoulders hit the wood with a soft thud.

He barely had time to breathe before Tristan was on him -- one hand braced beside his head, the other dragging slowly, deliberately, down the center of his chest. Over tattoos, over the faint line of the scar under his pecs. The touch was confident, claiming.

"You've been dying for this, haven't you," Tristan murmured.

Wolf opened his mouth -- maybe to argue, maybe to agree -- but Tristan didn't give him the chance. His mouth claimed Wolf's in a kiss that was all heat and hunger, tongue sliding deep, stubble scraping. Wolf groaned into it, hips twitching forward on instinct.

Tristan pulled back just enough to kiss along his jaw, down the side of his neck -- slow, dragging lips and teeth.

"You don't need to pretend now," he said, voice rough against Wolf's skin. "You're mine."

Wolf gasped when Tristan's teeth grazed his throat, then moaned low when he felt the sharp nip at his collarbone. His head tipped back against the door, exposing his throat.

Tristan licked a stripe up the side of his neck. "You smell like sun, sea, sweat and pussy. I could eat you right here."

Wolf's cock throbbed. His cunt clenched.

Tristan's hands made short work of his shirt, yanking it up and off, leaving Wolf bare to the warm air. Tristan stepped back just enough to look.

"Hmm, that face boy" he muttered and "That scar," running his palm over it. "That body." His hand slid lower, cupping the bulge in Wolf's swim trunks. "This fucking mess you're making."

Wolf bit his lip, panting.

Tristan dropped to his knees.

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband and dragged the trunks down in one smooth motion, letting them fall to Wolf's ankles. His cock was hard, bobbing slightly, but Tristan ignored it -- leaning in to nuzzle the soaked, flushed folds of his cunt.

"Fuck," he breathed. "You're already dripping."

Wolf swallowed hard. "I--"

"You wanted me to touch you on that beach," Tristan said. "You wanted people to see. You just needed someone to take control."

His hands slid up the backs of Wolf's thighs, strong and sure. He stood, rising to full height, one hand catching Wolf's jaw as the other slid between his legs -- warm fingers parting his folds, unhurried.

Wolf shuddered.

The first finger slipped in easily -- too easily. Wolf was soaked, already fluttering around the intrusion.

"You open so sweet," Tristan murmured. "Like you've been waiting for this cock all day."

Wolf whimpered as the second finger joined the first, spreading him, working slow and deep. He could barely think. He could feel everything -- the stretch, the pressure, the teasing curl that made his knees tremble.

Tristan's lips brushed his ear. "Gonna fingerfuck you right here. Against the door. Make you come before we even hit the bed."

Wolf groaned, arms going around Tristan's shoulders, fingers digging into his back.

"Fuck, Daddy--please--"

"That's it. You're not shy now, are you?" Tristan grinned against his neck, sucking a bruise just below his ear, then nibbling the lobe between his teeth. "You want it. You're soaked for it."

His fingers worked faster now, deep and controlled, pressing into that spot inside that made Wolf's legs quake. His thumb found his clit, circling slow, coaxing.

"Let go," Tristan whispered. "I've got you."

Wolf moaned, hips grinding down onto the hand between his legs. His whole body burned. The kiss, the stretch, the way Tristan owned every inch of him -- it was too much.

His orgasm hit fast, too fast -- a wave that crested hard, stealing his breath. He cried out against Tristan's shoulder, clinging tight as he came on his fingers, soaked and shaking.

Tristan didn't stop until Wolf sagged against the door, panting, lips parted, legs barely holding him.

Then he pulled his fingers out, slow and wet, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, eyes locked on Wolf's dazed, blissed-out hungry face.

"Good boy," he said softly. "Don't worry this wasn't your only orgasm of tonight, we're just getting started."

Tristan didn't wait long. Once Wolf caught his breath, still leaning against the door, he slid a hand around his waist and guided him gently toward the bedroom.

"Come on," he murmured. "I want you stretched out for me."

The room was dim, warm with the last light of sunset spilling in. The bed was wide, sheets rumpled from morning sex or just the way he slept--deep and wild. There was a faint scent of leather in the air.

Tristan pulled Wolf close again, kissed him--slower now, deep and thorough, like tasting something he'd earned. Then he eased him onto the mattress, not with force but certainty. Wolf let himself be moved, heart pounding.

"Lay back, head at the edge."

Wolf obeyed--half nervous, half trembling with anticipation. The mattress dipped under his weight. He shifted until his head dangled slightly off the edge, gaze catching on the outline of Tristan's cock straining behind his open fly.

Tristan undid his pants slowly, letting Wolf watch. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, veined--more than Wolf had ever taken. Maybe more than he could.

Wolf's breath hitched.

Tristan noticed. Smirked. "First time seeing cock this close?"

Wolf nodded, almost imperceptibly.

Tristan stepped forward, one hand bracing gently under Wolf's neck. The other wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Then I'll make sure it's a good memory."

He tapped the head against Wolf's lips, leaving a slick smear.

"Open," he said. No harshness--just command.

Wolf obeyed, lips parting, tongue wet.

The head pushed in--just an inch, warm and heavy. Wolf let his tongue explore, unsure at first, but his eyes fluttered as the taste hit him: salty, male, overwhelming.

Tristan groaned above him, hand sliding to cradle the back of Wolf's head.

"Good boy," he murmured. "You've got such a pretty mouth for a cock. Bet you've thought about this, haven't you? Wanted to know how it feels to suck a man off."

Wolf whimpered around the head, and Tristan slid deeper--slow, steady. His cock pressed past Wolf's lips, inch by inch. He didn't force it--just fed it in, watching every twitch of Wolf's throat, every widening of his eyes.

"That's it," Tristan praised. "Take it slow. Feel the stretch. You were made to serve like this."

"Oh, fuck, look at that," he growled, both hands now bracing Wolf's head. "You're fucking perfect."

He didn't move at first. Just stayed there, cock buried to the root, feeling the tight heat, watching Wolf's eyes flutter, jaw tremble, spit leaking from the corners of his mouth.

"You're drooling," he said softly. "So eager to please."

Then he began to move--slowly. Shallow thrusts, just enough to feel the glide of his shaft, to hear the wet sound of Wolf's throat working. Every time he bottomed out again, the bulge in Wolf's throat reappeared.

"You feel that?" Tristan murmured. "That's me in your throat. All the way in. Fuck, you're beautiful."

Wolf's hands clenched the sheets. He was hard again, leaking, cunt pulsing, hips arching helplessly even with nothing touching them.

Tristan pulled out slowly, let Wolf breathe, then leaned down to kiss him upside down--wet, possessive, tasting his own cock on Wolf's lips.

Tristan stepped forward again, his cock already slick with spit from that first round. Wolf was still on his back, head hanging just over the edge of the bed, lips parted and breath shallow.

"You ready to take more of me?" Tristan asked, stroking his shaft just above Wolf's face.

Wolf gave a shaky nod. "I want to."

"Good," Tristan murmured. "Because I'm not done with that mouth."

He guided the head of his cock back between Wolf's lips, and this time, Wolf welcomed it with more confidence. His tongue slid along the underside, tasting every vein, every twitch. He moaned softly, the vibration making Tristan grunt.

"That's it," Tristan said, voice low, eyes locked on Wolf's lips. "Use that tongue. Worship it."

Wolf obeyed, swirling his tongue around the head, tracing the ridge, then flattening it as Tristan slowly fed more into his mouth. Wolf's hands came up--not to push him away, but to cradle his hips, steady him. He wanted this. Needed it.

"You're learning fast," Tristan murmured. "Greedy little mouth. You want to make me feel good, don't you?"

Wolf made a sound around the thick shaft, something that might've been yes. His tongue licked at the sensitive underside again, then twisted, teasing. He pulled back just enough to mouth at the head, to kiss it, to savor.

Then--he reached down and cupped Tristan's balls, rolling them gently in his palm.

Tristan hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck," he groaned. "That's it. Play with them. Show me how much you love this cock."

Wolf moaned, the vibrations deep and eager. He let the cock slide from his mouth long enough to nuzzle against the soft weight of Tristan's balls, tongue flicking along the seam, then sucking one in. Then the other.

Tristan shuddered.

"Jesus. You've never done this before?"

Wolf shook his head, mouth still full, eyes wide and shining.

"You're a fucking natural," Tristan muttered, gripping the bedpost to steady himself. "You were born to serve cock."

Wolf's tongue laved over the sac, his other hand gently stroking Tristan's shaft while he worshipped below. He could feel Tristan throb with every breath, every flick of his tongue. He was starting to crave the weight of that cock on his tongue again, the pressure in his throat.

He shifted, sucked both balls into his mouth, wet and slow, while stroking Tristan's cock with both hands. He was learning how he liked it--firm, twisting at the base, teasing the head. His spit made everything slick and noisy.

"You like the taste?" Tristan asked, voice rough. "You like the way I fill your mouth?"

Wolf moaned again--deep, eager.

Tristan guided his cock back to Wolf's lips. "Open up. I want to feel your throat again."

Wolf opened wide, and Tristan fed it back in, inch by inch, pushing slowly but relentlessly. Wolf's jaw stretched wide, his throat fluttering. He relaxed as best he could, breathing through his nose, trusting.

When Tristan bottomed out again, that thick bulge returned in his throat--and this time, Wolf reached up blindly with one hand, resting it on Tristan's hip.

Then the other hand slipped lower.

Down Tristan's thigh. Between.

He hesitated. Tristan noticed.

"You want to touch my hole?" he asked, voice low and dangerous. "Want to play with it while I fuck your throat?"

Wolf whimpered around his cock.

"Then do it," Tristan growled. "Don't be shy."

Encouraged, Wolf let his fingers slide between Tristan's cheeks--slow, testing. The skin was hot, flushed, already damp with sweat. He traced gently around the rim, teasing, watching the way Tristan's hips stuttered.

"Oh, fuck yes," Tristan muttered. "Finger me. Show me how eager you are to please."

Wolf circled again--then pressed in. Just the tip of one finger. Tristan groaned and sank deeper into his throat, holding still to feel the stretch.

"You're gonna make me moan like a whore," he growled. "Keep going."

Wolf did. His finger slid in slowly, the tightness making his cock twitch even though nothing was touching it. He explored, shallow at first, then deeper--until he found a rhythm. He started stroking inside, curling just a little. Then added a second finger.

Tristan hissed. His cock throbbed in Wolf's throat.

"Fuck, that's good," he groaned. "Keep your mouth open, keep me buried, and finger your Daddy deep. That's it. Fuck me with those pretty little fingers while I fuck your throat."

Wolf was dizzy with it--hands working, mouth stretched, spit dripping, throat full. He couldn't breathe right, but he didn't care. His cock was hard against his stomach, his cunt pulsing. He moaned around the shaft, gagging lightly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

Tristan was sweating now, a low growl building in his chest. But he didn't move faster. He was savoring. Every thrust into Wolf's throat was slow and deep, every stroke of fingers in his ass dragging soft curses from his lips.

"You're getting me close," he said, panting. "But I'm not gonna cum. Not yet. I could stay like this for hours."

He pulled out slowly, letting his cock drag across Wolf's tongue, spit and slick connecting them. He looked down, hand stroking the shaft lazily.

"Look at the mess you made," he said, eyes burning with pride. "And you've still got more to give."

Wolf blinked up at him, tears on his cheeks, mouth open, throat raw, lips swollen--and completely wrecked.

Tristan bent down and kissed him anyway. Deep.

"Good boy," he whispered. "You made Daddy feel so fucking good."

Wolf was still catching his breath, throat slick, lips swollen, when Tristan's hands were on him again--steady, warm, commanding.

"Up on the bed, boy," he said, voice low.

Wolf moved without thinking, crawling back onto the mattress on shaky limbs, his cock half-hard again, cunt still sensitive. He rolled to his back, but Tristan nudged him gently.

"On your stomach," he murmured. "Let me see you."

Wolf flushed but obeyed. He turned over slowly, the sheets cool under his chest. He felt exposed like this--his ass lifted, legs parted just enough. His cunt throbbed, aching for touch. His asshole clenched instinctively at the air.

Then Tristan was beside him, climbing onto the bed. A bottle of oil clicked open.

"Just relax, baby," Tristan murmured. "Let Daddy take care of you."

His hands started at Wolf's shoulders--strong, sure fingers pressing into muscle, rubbing slow circles into the tension there. His touch was steady. Deep. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You carry everything up here," Tristan said, working down to his spine. "Like you've had to stay strong for too long."

Wolf's eyes fluttered shut. He moaned softly into the sheets, his body already melting under the attention.

Tristan kissed the back of his neck, then his shoulder blade. "But you don't have to be strong right now. Not with me. You just have to be mine."

His hands slid lower, over Wolf's sides, down to the swell of his ass. He kneaded it, thumbs digging into the meat, massaging with slow reverence.

"Goddamn, this ass," he whispered. "Built like a fucking god, but still so soft."

Wolf's hips twitched as warm oil slicked over his skin. Tristan spread it lovingly, gliding his palms across his cheeks, down into the crease, letting his fingers dip between his legs to brush lightly over his soaked folds.

"You're dripping already," Tristan said, pleased. "Such a mess for me."

His fingers found Wolf's clit--thick and sensitive--and rolled it between two slick fingers, jerking it gently.

"Mmm. Look at this fat little clit," Tristan murmured, voice dark and amused. "Just like a cock. Hard, twitching... begging for attention."

Wolf gasped, hips pressing back toward the teasing touch.

"But this," Tristan went on, slipping his fingers down, sliding two into the soaked heat of his pussy, "this is made for cock. Made to take it. To be bred."

Wolf moaned, cunt clenching around the intrusion.

"Fuck," Tristan growled. "Open just enough. Just for me."

He worked the fingers slowly, curling them just right, then withdrew. More oil. More touch.

Then--soft leather kissed his wrist.

Wolf's eyes opened. "What--?"

"Shhh," Tristan murmured. "Trust me."

He secured one wrist, then the other, binding them loosely to the headboard with supple restraints. Not tight. Not painful. Just enough to keep him there. Held.

Wolf swallowed hard. His breath hitched.

"You okay?" Tristan asked, kissing his shoulder.

"Yeah," Wolf whispered. "I... yeah."

"Good boy."

Tristan sat back on his knees, surveying the bound, oiled body laid out before him. His big hands went back to work--palming Wolf's ass, massaging his inner thighs, teasing his slick folds with fingers that never stayed too long in one place.

Then he leaned in. Wolf flinched as Tristan's tongue brushed lower--not over his cunt this time, but lower, trailing teasingly down until it flicked over his asshole.

Wolf gasped, thighs trembling.

Tristan growled softly. "You ever been touched here before?"

"No--" Wolf's voice cracked.

"Mmm," Tristan said, dragging his tongue over the ring again, circling it. "Too bad. It's perfect. Just like the rest of you."

He spread Wolf gently, his tongue working slow, wet circles, slicking him up. Then a finger followed, massaging the rim. No pressure yet--just teasing.

"You feel how you open for me?" Tristan whispered. "How your pussy's fluttering just from me licking your ass?"

Wolf moaned, writhing in the restraints. He tugged at them, instinctively--but not to get away. Just to feel them hold.

"You're my strong boy," Tristan said, voice thick with praise. "All muscle, all heat. But this hole--this whole body--was made to surrender to me."

A second finger slipped into his pussy, fucking slow and deep.

Wolf gasped into the sheets, his cock hardening under him again, untouched and aching.

Then the massage resumed--strong hands moving back to his ass, working the oil in deep. But now it alternated. A slap, light and sharp, broke the rhythm.

Wolf jolted.

Not from pain--just from surprise.

Then another. Then a kiss, soft and slow, right between his cheeks.

"Shhh," Tristan whispered. "Just seeing how far I can take you."

He spanked again--just enough to make Wolf twitch--then slid two fingers back inside him, stroking his soaked cunt with precision, drawing out moans he couldn't stop anymore.

The restraint. The teasing. The praise. It was too much--and not enough.

Tristan leaned over him again, pressing kisses along his spine. His cock throbbed against Wolf's ass, slick with precum but not yet claiming.

"I could play with you all night," he whispered. "You're perfect."

Wolf whimpered, bound and open, caught between pleasure and hunger.

Tristan's fingers curled just right inside him again.

"Let's see how long I can keep you like this," he murmured. "Teetering. Begging. Mine."

Tristan leaned back, his eyes sweeping over the sight beneath him--Wolf, wrists bound to the headboard, back arched just enough to show off the tight curve of his ass. His legs were still free... for now.

"You want to be mine, don't you?" Tristan asked, voice low and rough with heat.

Wolf nodded, breathing fast into the pillow. "Y-yeah."

"Then let me see you."

Tristan reached for the final set of restraints--leather straps already secured to the bedposts. He moved slow, deliberate, curling one around Wolf's ankle, buckling it tight. Then the other.

Wolf's thighs spread under his hands, drawn wide apart, leaving his pussy fully exposed--wet, flushed, and twitching with every breath.

Held open.

Tristan groaned softly under his breath. "Fuck, look at you."

He sat back for a moment, just watching--palms planted on the tops of Wolf's thighs, keeping them spread even further. Wolf squirmed in the binds, his cock twitching against the sheets, his cunt visibly clenching with every throb.

"Your body," Tristan murmured, half to himself. "This fucking pussy... dripping and stretched. Like it's begging for cock."

He reached between his legs again, sliding two fingers back inside him. The slick sound made Wolf whine--equal parts overwhelmed and starving.

"God, listen to that," Tristan said with a grin, pumping his fingers slowly in and out. "You're soaked. Making a mess on my bed."

Then he drew back.

"Don't worry. I'm not done. Not even close."

He started massaging again--hands traveling up Wolf's thighs, over his hips, digging into the tight muscle of his ass. But this time, the rhythm wasn't soft. He kneaded with purpose, gripping hard enough to bruise, thumbs spreading Wolf's cheeks wider, exposing every twitch and clench of his hole and pussy.

Then came the next slap.

Harder this time.

Wolf flinched, gasping--but it wasn't pain. It was shock. It was want.

Another slap. Then a third. Tristan spanked one cheek, then the other, letting his palm linger, warm and firm, before he leaned in and kissed where he'd just hit.

"Taking it so well," he murmured. "Every time I touch you, you get wetter."

His hand slipped between Wolf's thighs again--knuckles brushing the slick folds, fingertips teasing over his clit.

"You're fucking dripping," Tristan said, voice darker now, more intense. "Is this what you needed? To be held down, legs spread, ass red, your pussy soaked for Daddy?"

Wolf moaned, deep and desperate.

Tristan pressed the flat of his hand to Wolf's lower back, steadying him, and slid a finger down to his asshole again--wet with spit and oil. He circled it slowly, then pressed inward just the slightest bit.

"Still so tight," he murmured, voice thick with approval. "But I'll get you open. You want that, don't you? You want all of you to be mine."

Wolf couldn't speak. Just moaned--low, guttural--body straining in the bonds, hips rocking between the slap of Tristan's hand and the stretch of his fingers.

He was spread wide, bound, pussy glistening, asshole twitching.

Owned.

Tristan shifted, settling between Wolf's spread thighs. His hands trailed up along the inside of them, pausing to stroke the bound skin just above each ankle. The restraints kept Wolf open--exposed, helpless, and aching.

"Look at this mess," Tristan murmured, voice low and reverent as he grazed the slick folds of Wolf's cunt with his fingers. "You're leaking like you've already been fucked."

Wolf whimpered, a breathless sound. His chest rose and fell in sharp, shallow bursts, every part of his body trembling with restraint--not resistance, just the overwhelming need to be filled.

Tristan leaned in, kissing the top of Wolf's thigh. Then the other. Then lower--his stubble brushing against the flushed, dripping heat of Wolf's sex. But he didn't taste him yet.

Instead, he sat back on his heels and brought both hands to Wolf's pussy. He didn't stop at just using his thumbs--he hooked two fingers from each hand around the folds, spreading them wide, forcing him open.

Wolf gasped sharply, his entire body twitching in the binds.

Tristan groaned. "Fuck. There we go. Let me see it all."

His fingers pulled wider, stretching him open obscenely, revealing the slick, fluttering depths inside. He stared, captivated.

"You're dripping," he said, voice thick with hunger. "And clenching. You want to be filled, don't you? You want something deep."

Wolf couldn't answer--his voice had vanished, lost in the moan that fell from his lips. His eyes were closed tight, face flushed and trembling.

"Ever had anyone look at your pussy like this?" Tristan asked. "Hold you open like a fucking hole? Like something made to take cock?"

Wolf shook his head, small and weak.

"Didn't think so," Tristan said, and without waiting, he released the spread and pushed four fingers in deep.

Wolf cried out--a high, desperate sound--as his cunt took the stretch. The walls clamped down around the intrusion, fluttering, soaking Tristan's hand.

"Fuck, you're hot," Tristan muttered, breathing heavy. "You took it. You took all four like a good little hole. I wonder how much more your pussy can take."

He twisted his hand slightly, letting his fingers pulse in and out just enough to feel Wolf's body strain and pulse around them. He watched every reaction--every twitch, every shiver, drinking it in.

Then he pulled his fingers out and leaned forward--pressing his lips to Wolf's clit.

He sucked it into his mouth like it was a cock, his tongue wrapping around it, flicking, stroking. He moaned against it, lips sealed, the wet slurp obscene.

"This," he said between licks, "feels just like a cock. Big and hard when you're like this."

Wolf moaned uncontrollably now, hips twitching, trying to thrust despite the restraints.

Tristan didn't stop. He sucked harder, hungrily, treating that sensitive nub like it was the head of a cock he was desperate to please. His hands moved to Wolf's ass, gripping him, spreading him wider as he kept working him over.

Wolf's moans were constant now--breathy, half-choked things that spilled out like he couldn't hold them back anymore. His hands strained in the restraints above his head, his legs pulled wide, his pussy dripping and twitching with every stroke of Tristan's tongue.

Tristan pulled back with a wet kiss to his clit, lips shining, breath heavy.

"You were close again, weren't you?" he murmured, brushing two fingers over the trembling lips of Wolf's cunt. "You were right there."

Wolf nodded frantically, his hips jerking upward as if chasing the sensation that had just been stolen from him.

Tristan chuckled low. "Too bad."

He slipped two fingers back inside--but only for a second--just long enough to make Wolf gasp, before withdrawing them again, trailing wetness down to tease his slicked-open rim.

Wolf whimpered, broken. "Tristan, please--please--"

And then--he pressed back in. Not with two fingers. Not with three.

He pushed his whole hand into that stretched, slick cunt.

Wolf's entire body arched, a soundless cry tearing from his throat as his pussy swallowed Tristan's hand in a slow, obscene slide.

"Fuck," Tristan groaned, eyes wide with awe. "You took it. You took all of it."

Wolf's muscles trembled, his thighs shaking in the restraints as his cunt spasmed around the pressure, fluttering in desperate, wet pulses. His body rocked without rhythm, desperate, frantic.

"You're so full," Tristan whispered, grinding his palm in deep. "So hot around me. I can feel your heartbeat in here."

Wolf was beyond words, nobody besides his girlfriend had ever fisted him before. But he was too horny to even feel a slight bit of panic over the big man's hand inside him. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. His eyes were glassy, his body taut, overwhelmed.

Tristan moved--just a little--twisting, curling, flexing his fingers until he found that spot that made Wolf scream.

And then he pulled out. Slow. Wet. Relentless.

In the same breath he pushed back in. Let his hand rest and folded it into an actual fist.

Wolf gasped as he felt everything happening inside his pussy.

Tristan twisted his hand in his pussy, once, twice and then pulled out. Slowly. The width of his fist making a loud wet "popping" sound.

Wolf moaned, "Please." hips lifting off the mattress, his whole body jerking toward the intense sensation he'd just lost.

"Not yet," Tristan said again, dragging the slickness from Wolf's cunt to his clit, flicking it once--twice--with cruel, expert precision. Making wolf shriek in confused sensation.

"You're right there again, aren't you?" Tristan murmured. "Right on the fucking edge."

Wolf's whole body was shaking. "Please," he gasped, voice cracking. "Please, I--I can't--fuck, just--please fuck me--"

Tristan grinned. Not cruel--possessive. He bent down and licked a thick stripe from Wolf's slick hole all the way up to his throbbing clit, then sealed his mouth around it again, sucking with slow, obscene pressure.

Wolf thrashed. His arms tugged against the bindings, his thighs trembling, his cunt clenching at nothing.

Tristan pulled back again, fingers resting lightly on the spread lips.

"Not yet," he whispered again. "Not until you mean it."

Wolf's breath was ragged. His body trembled from head to toe. "I need it. I'll do anything. Please, please, just put it in me--I need your cock--I need to be bred--"

Tristan exhaled slowly through his nose, watching the way Wolf's hole twitched with every word.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Now you're ready."

Tristan knelt between Wolf's spread legs, still soaked and twitching from the last wave of edging. The room smelled like sweat and slick and skin -- like surrender. He ran a palm slowly down the inside of one trembling thigh, then the other, fingers tracing the marks left behind by the straps.

"You did so well for me," Tristan murmured, voice low and rough with heat. "But I want to see you move."

He reached for the restraints around Wolf's ankles and unbuckled them, one at a time. The leather fell away, leaving Wolf's legs free -- but not relaxed. He kept them open, thighs trembling slightly with effort, lips parted as he panted against the pillows. Still bound at the wrists, his arms stayed stretched above his head, muscle tight with tension.

Tristan gripped his hips and turned him gently, rolling him to his knees. Wolf let out a soft gasp as his body shifted, cheek pressed to the bed, ass lifted. He didn't fight it. He bent willingly, back arching just right, thighs parting, presenting himself.

His pussy was swollen, slick, flushed and open from the relentless teasing, the stretch, the worship. Dripping. Begging.

Tristan groaned, the sound full of hunger. He moved behind him, one hand spreading Wolf's ass, the other gripping the base of his own cock. Thick, hard, flushed dark at the tip.

"Look at this pussy," he breathed. "Fuck, boy... I could just stay here."

Wolf whimpered, the sound pitched higher now -- not a word, just a helpless ache.

Tristan didn't ease in slow.

He pushed forward with a single, steady thrust -- thick cock sliding in, splitting him open, stretching that already-fucked heat around him. Wolf cried out, low and startled, the sound caught somewhere between shock and relief.

Tristan groaned. "God damn--tight even after all that. So fucking good."

He held himself there for a second, fully buried, letting Wolf clench around him. The heat, the wet, the squeeze -- it stole his breath.

Then he pulled out almost completely, and slammed back in.

Wolf barely had time to think before Tristan pushed forward with a slow, steady thrust.

The stretch made him gasp -- but it was the feel of it that undid him.

He felt everything.

The skin, hot and smooth, gliding into him. The soft slide of Tristan's shaft spreading him open inch by inch. The throb of veins dragging against his inner walls, pulsing with life -- with want.

Wolf clutched the sheets, a sound breaking out of his throat he didn't recognize.

It wasn't pain. It wasn't even discomfort.

It was too much.

Too good.

Raw and intimate in a way that nothing had ever been before. He could feel the ridges, the heat, the slick. Every twitch of Tristan's cock inside his body like it was wired directly to his spine.

"Oh--oh fuck..." Wolf whimpered, hips shivering, thighs trembling.

Tristan groaned as he buried himself to the hilt, the heat and squeeze of Wolf's cunt swallowing him whole.

"That's it," he breathed, one hand stroking Wolf's back as he stayed still for a beat. "Feel me, baby. All of me."

Wolf nodded helplessly, face flushed against the pillows. His pussy pulsed, fluttering around the thick stretch as it adjusted to the fullness -- the reality of being split open and taken bare.

He moaned again, higher this time -- caught somewhere between shocked and overwhelmed.

"I can feel everything," he gasped, voice cracking. "I can feel your cock inside me. All of it..."

Tristan grinned, slow and feral. "Good."

He pulled out halfway, then slid back in -- just as slow.

Wolf shook.

"Fuck," Tristan murmured, "you squeeze so tight. Like your pussy knows me already."

And then he started fucking him.

Wolf choked on a moan. His hips jolted forward but Tristan's grip locked him in place -- strong hands on his waist, holding him still, using him.

He fucked him slow, deep, punishing. Not fast -- just relentless. Not for Wolf's pleasure, not really. For his own.

"You feel this?" Tristan grunted, thrusting in hard. "This is what you're for."

Wolf whined -- not words, not even trying anymore. Just need.

"You open so sweet for me," Tristan muttered, leaning forward to press his chest to Wolf's back, still fucking into him without pause. "You take it. You were made for cock, weren't you."

Wolf's moan cracked -- a breathy, high whimper that didn't sound anything like the man who'd walked into the apartment an hour ago.

Tristan bit down gently on his shoulder, hips slamming forward. "That's it. Make those little sounds for me. Let me fuck the man out of you."

Wolf's legs trembled. His pussy fluttered around the thick stretch of cock, clenched tight. He couldn't stop it -- the way his body responded, the way his breath caught every time Tristan bottomed out. He tried to stay quiet. Failed.

A sharp thrust angled just right -- and Wolf screamed. Not loud, but shocked. His body tensed, clenched down, and came.

He came hard, hands clawing at the sheets, legs shaking, the orgasm ripped from him by the sheer weight of being taken.

Tristan didn't stop.

He kept going through it, cock dragging through that slick, spasming heat.

"You came?" he murmured, mocking and tender. "Didn't tell you to come, boy."

Wolf gasped, shaking his head, lost.

"Mm. Guess your pussy just needed it."

He fucked him harder after that -- a steady rhythm, deep and rough, pulling back just enough to slam home. Over and over.

"Look at you now," Tristan growled. "Bent over, dripping. Moaning like a fucked-out little girl."

Wolf sobbed -- not from pain. From how good it felt. From the way Tristan saw him.

Tristan shifted his grip, one hand coming around to grab Wolf's cock -- still hard, twitching.

"Still hard," he said with a grin. "Greedy little clit."

He masturbated Wolf's clit expertly. Like he knew exactly what Wolf needed, a few perfectly placed strokes in time with his thrusts -- and Wolf came again.

This one tore through him, more overwhelming than the first. He cried out, voice gone high, spine arching as his whole body bucked against Tristan's cock, soaking the sheets.

Tristan groaned, slowing, grinding deep.

"Fuck, you feel good when you come. Your pussy just sucks me in."

He didn't last much longer after that -- not with the way Wolf kept spasming around him, the way he'd surrendered, bent and open, wrists still bound tight.

When Tristan slammed in one last time and held still, hips pressed flush to Wolf's ass, his cock twitched deep inside -- and Wolf felt it.

The first hot pulse of cum shot into him -- thick, searing heat flooding his pussy.

Wolf gasped, back arching, mouth falling open.

It wasn't just the stretch anymore. It was the weight of it -- the flood of Tristan's release, coating his walls, dripping deeper with every spasm.

He could feel it. Feel himself being filled.

His pussy clenched greedily around it, milking every drop like it was hungry for it.

Wolf moaned, softer now -- delirious. "It's so warm..."

Tristan's breath was ragged behind him, fingers digging into Wolf's hips, cock still pulsing inside his wet, ruined cunt.

"You feel that?" he murmured against Wolf's ear. "That's mine. Every drop."

Wolf shivered. His body, his pussy, claimed.

And god -- it was so hot.

Not just the temperature. The fact of it. The knowing.

He'd taken Tristan's cock.

He'd taken his cum.

And now it was inside him.

Staying there.

Neither of them moved for a long moment.

Then Tristan slowly pulled out, breath ragged. Wolf sagged forward on the bed, arms limp, whole body boneless.

Tristan reached over, untying his wrists gently. He kissed each one before letting them go.

"You did perfect," he whispered, brushing sweaty hair from Wolf's forehead. "Fucking perfect."

Wolf didn't answer. Just sighed -- completely spent, fucked-out, grinning.

Tristan came back from the dresser with a tiny piece of black fabric in his hand and something else. A g-string and a medium size but plug.

"Here," he said, tugging it up over Wolf's thighs, sliding it into place against his soaked, used pussy. "This is what you're sleeping in tonight to keep my cum inside."

Wolf didn't protest while Tristan slid the but plug inside his pussy with ease and put the black g-string on him. He didn't even flinch.

Tristan pulled him close, arms wrapped around him from behind, their bodies sticky and warm under the sheets.

"You're mine now," he murmured against his neck.

Wolf nodded, barely conscious -- but smiling, soft, safe, and ruined.

And they fell asleep like that.

The morning light spilled across the sheets in lazy gold, casting a warm glow over the tangled bodies and rumpled bed. The ocean murmured somewhere in the distance, a low and steady rhythm behind the slow rise and fall of breath.

Tristan blinked awake to the scent of salt, sweat, and sex. His body ached in the best way -- a deep, satisfied kind of soreness from everything they'd done the night before. But it wasn't what pulled him from sleep.

It was the sight of Wolf.

He was sprawled out on his stomach, bound wrists still resting above his head on the pillow, one leg bent, the other stretched lazily across the sheets. His skin glowed in the morning light -- all golden lines and soft shadows -- marked in places with bruises from Tristan's hands, his mouth.

His thighs were still slick, his pussy gently parted with the string resting between his folds on the other end of the plug. His folds were sticking out swollen and shining.

And still dripping.

Tristan's cock twitched at the sight.

He exhaled slowly, savoring it. Mine.

He watched for a moment -- the soft twitch of Wolf's lashes, the faint pulse in his throat, the damp heat between his legs. He hadn't cleaned him up last night. Hadn't wanted to. Had wanted him to sleep like this -- full, used, and leaking.

Tristan shifted carefully, propping himself up on one elbow, cock already stiffening against the sheets. His hand trailed down, slow and light, brushing over the curve of Wolf's back, tracing the slope of his waist. He palmed one cheek, squeezed, and let his thumb slide down between his legs moving the string to the side.

Wolf didn't stir.

Tristan grinned.

"Still asleep, huh," he murmured, voice thick and low. "Perfect."

He reached between Wolf's legs, fingers sliding along the slick seam of his folds. Still so warm. Still soft and wet and open. His clit twitched under his touch, swollen from the night's abuse.

Tristan leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of Wolf's neck, letting his fingers dip lower -- circling the opening of his pussy around the plug, gathering the slick that clung there, gently teasing it.

"Messy little hole," he breathed. "You liked being filled, didn't you?"

Wolf made a soft, unconscious sound -- not awake, not fully -- just a twitch of breath, a little moan as his body responded to the touch without thought.

Tristan licked his lips.

He slid a finger in next to the plug.

The heat closed around him, wet and willing, the soft inner walls fluttering even in sleep. He moved it slowly, working the finger in and out, letting the sound of slick friction fill the quiet space between them.

Then two.

Wolf shifted, a low sound escaping him -- half-whimper, half-sigh.

Tristan smiled. He pressed in deeper, curling them gently toward, searching for that spot inside that made him shake. When he found it, he lingered -- rubbing slow circles over it while his thumb flicked lazily at Wolf's clit.

Still no protest.

Just breathy, drowsy moans. His hips began to move in tiny, helpless tilts.

Tristan's voice dropped to a growl. "Still so easy to use, even with the plug inside. Still open for me."

He shifted up behind him, one hand spreading Wolf's cheeks wide. His other hand traveled tot the plug sitting snug between his legs. With one movement he pulled it out. Wolf sighed, still asleep. Some leftover cum dribbled down.

His cock pressed against the dripping entrance, nudging forward, slick with morning precome and last night's leftovers.

Tristan paused, savoring the moment -- the hot, soaked welcome of that pussy waiting for him again. Then he pushed in, slow and steady, letting every inch slide home.

Wolf gasped.

His eyes fluttered open -- not fully, just a confused, drowsy haze. His lips parted, but no words came.

Tristan bottomed out with a deep, satisfied groan. "There he is," he murmured. "Good morning, pretty boy."

Wolf blinked, dazed. His body twitched beneath him, hips caught between trying to pull away and push back. His cunt clenched around the cock buried inside.

"Still dreaming?" Tristan asked, starting to thrust -- slow at first, deep and thick. "You're not getting away from me. I'm gonna fuck this pussy again. Still so full of my cum, and you're leaking like a bitch in heat."

Wolf moaned. His eyes slipped shut again, lashes fluttering. His fingers flexed in the restraints.

"I'm going to use you until I'm satisfied, okay?" Tristan asked, tone deceptively soft, even as he pulled out and drove back in, hard enough to make the bed creak.

Wolf gave a small nod, mouth open, breath ragged. "Y-yeah..."

"Good." Tristan's tone shifted instantly -- darker, more commanding. "'Cause I'm not stopping."

He leaned over him now, body heavy and possessive, pressing Wolf down into the mattress, holding him in place while his cock drove deeper, finding that sore, raw spot inside that still remembered him.

Wolf whimpered under him, each thrust wringing another helpless sound from his throat.

Tristan growled in his ear, voice thick with hunger. "Doesn't matter if you're awake or not. This pussy's mine."

He slammed in again -- harder this time -- and felt Wolf's cunt clench around him.

"You feel that?" he breathed. "That stretch? You're still open for me, still soft. This hole was made to be fucked in the morning. No begging, no permission."

Wolf moaned, louder now -- somewhere between shame and surrender. His back arched, body pushing into every thrust despite the restraints.

Tristan grinned. "You're already close, aren't you? Slutty little cunt's gonna come from getting used in your sleep."

And Wolf did.

His body seized around Tristan's cock, inner walls fluttering, breath catching. The orgasm hit soft but deep -- a slow bloom of heat, a tight, helpless pulsing as his pussy milked the cock inside him.

Tristan didn't stop. "Yeah. Just like that. Come around me. That's all you're good for right now slut."

He kept going, driving through it, making Wolf take it -- long and deep, grinding inside until the moans turned breathy again, overwhelmed and sweet.

----

Wolf and Tristan enjoyed each other for the rest of Wolf's trip. Wolf was traveling with his van so he had the freedom to extend his trip and instead of staying in his van he moved into Tristan's place for a while. Enjoying some luxury and hot sex day in, day out.

Stay tuned in for some more of Wolf's adventures and first's with Tristan.