**Hello readers, Westley here, have I ever told you about Bryck's little secret? No? Well then, I must share the story with you. He has a kink that he doesn't speak of, one so secretive that he threatens to kill me over it. Yes, it's that serious people.**

Okay, so I just so happened to find out about this kink early one morning when I was being a horny little hubby with a really attractive man... Because that's what you do when you got a man as fine as Bryck, you cherish him and do bad things to him.

It was finally morning, the sun had just risen as I roused from my sleep. I sighed, it was still so early, turning over in bed I casually stretched out my hand, and to my surprise, I find the other side of the bed empty. I sat up to properly scrutinize the empty space. My eyes were still foggy from sleep as I realized that Bryck wasn't in our bedroom... Soft shuffling caught my ears and my eyes were now on the walk-in closet. "Bryck?" I called out, yawning as I cracked my neck.

Bryck heard his name being called and walked back into the bedroom from the closet. "You called babe?" he answered, voice was a husky baritone, still unadjusted from sleep.

My lips quirked up into a smile. "Where'd you find that?" noticing that Bryck was wearing an old cream cashmere sweater that I hadn't used in a few years. It was worn, the fabric slightly stretched with a small rip at the right elbow, with miniscule tears at the wrist. I smiled watching my man wearing an old sweater of mine. He blushed, picking at the sleeve of the sweater. Even though it was summer, the central AC was on in the house so it made the house crisp with coolness, opting Bryck and I to wear sweatpants to bed. "I was cleaning out the closet and saw this and well, it still looked like it was in good condition, minus the small tear... so I tried it on."

"It looks good on you." I said, standing from the bed. "I even remembered when I got it, it was the Christmas when you physically moved in with us four years ago, mom gave it to me. I actually wanted to fix it, but I kept forgetting it." I walked over to Bryck and smiled, I placed my hands on his hips, then turned Bryck side to side."It looks better on you though." I whispered.

"Hmm, your mind is thinking of something filthy, isn't it?" Westley didn't give any hint to what he had on his mind. "You are. aren't you?  You're always horny, so."

"Can you blame me, Bryston? You're such a beautiful man. I can't help myself sometimes." I touch my forehead to the crook of his neck, then nip at the flesh there. He hissed, then a soft barely audible moan slipped out, but then he willingly tilted his head to allow me more access. I took advantage, his hands laid on my forearms as he arched into me. My hands moved around his waist, then I went lower, he had been hitting the gym more frequently as of late, and his butt was visibly getting toned, like when they were in high school and he was inching to feel how firm they had gotten. Bryck was being stingy lately and it had made me restless. I wanted to touch every part of him. I wanted to tease him, and leave a trail of hickeys scattered all over him... every inch, every beautiful curve. Bryck gasped when I licked at the sensitive spot on his throat. I latched on to it, and he moaned, momentarily losing balance, but I kept him up.

I finally had him in my arms and there was no resistance of  teasing or refusal and I couldn't help but leave a few mark on his neck... he'd have to wear a tie to work until they cleared up, he's gonna hate me after this, but it was so worth it.

I snaked my hand down the back of Bryck's shorts. I grasped a handful of his ass as I sucked another bruise at his neck. "F, fück... Westley." his moans were growing louder, and his body began betraying him. He grinded against my crotch, and I exhaled profanity, and licked at the fifth bite mark I left on Bryck's neck. I made him shiver as I pressed my finger to his tight pucker. He arched his back more, left leg lifting and his grip on my forearm tightening as his jaw dropped, and soft gasps escaped from his mouth.

I pressed my finger to Bryck's entrance, rubbing the sensitive area before slipping one finger into him, Bryck shivered, biting his bottom lip as he buried his face against my neck, by now I had ceased the assault on his neck and had my eyes on his face, drinking in his every reaction. His eyes had slipped shut, his teeth were locked onto his bottom lip, and his ass clenched around my finger as I slowly teased  him. "Fück... baby..." he was rutting back on my finger, moaning softly at the pleasure building within him.

I loved hearing him moan, I covered his lips with my own, swallowing his moaning, savoring them, oh, how I yearned to hear him beg. I stopped, then removed my hand from Bryck's pants. He whined and a frown pained over his pretty face. He was angry with me. "Wait, why did you stop?" his blue eyes were hard to look at, his pupils were blown out, cheeks red and face made into a question mark. His voice had gone husky, his eyelids heavy as he glanced up at me and I got an answer. "Don't worry baby, I'll make you feel good, I promise." I didn't give Bryck a chance to speak again before my lips fell onto his.

Bryck brought an arm around my neck, as I bent to lift up his right leg. Bryck instantly wrapped his legs around my waist as he dipped his tongue into my mouth, his fingers embedded in my hair and my hands holding him up underneath his backside. The two of us moaned as our tongues teasing and licking the others. My grasp on his ass, making him higher then myself, but that didn't matter, not when his mouth was moving against mine. He grinded up against me as he hiked himself higher. It was like he couldn't get enough of me. 8 years ago, if I was ever told that this moment would be possible I'd laugh and shake my head at the absurd fantasy that only happened in my wildest dreams, but now after all the struggles and heartache to have the first man I ever fell in love with be my own, was like a dream come true.

I took the four steps towards the bed, the feel of my knees knocking the frame of the bed was the perfect indication that I found it. I climbed onto the firm mattress with my man in my arms. I set Bryck down on the pillows our lips still connected and his arms still wrapped around my neck. I lowered myself between his legs, spreading his legs apart. Bending one leg to keep my balance I grounded my erection against his, he mewled, eyes fluttering softly.

He tore away from our kiss, trying to catch his breath, I chuckled and untwine his arms from my neck, and knelt up. "I'm gonna tease you so much that you'll lose the ability to speak properly."

His cheeks grew hotter, his chest rose and fell hard, he used an elbow to try to sit up, but I was still towering over him. "I would love to see you try." He retaliated.

I smiled, something devious, seeing a hint of nervousness flicker in his eyes. "Trust me Bryston, I'll make you cum so much, that you'll pass out." He opened his mouth, but I silenced him by tugging on his pants, and pulling them off before throwing them over my shoulder to the floor. Bryck didn't complain as I shoved the sweater up his abs, his ridged six pack flushed pink as I bent to nip at his skin. He exclaimed, hands gripping the sheets. I began to repeat my actions, doing to his abdomen what I did to his neck. I sucked and licked and bit love marks to his hipbone, his sides, the creases of his pecs, his breast and his nipples. Bryck shivered, his erect penis throbbing. He had become very hard and restless as he twisted and bucked underneath my body. His erection was resting against his bellybutton but I didn't stop my ravaging of his body, I only sucked harder, biting his skin harder and running my nails down his sides as I ignored his cock and went lower to nip at his inner thigh. I moaned against him as I moved lower, pressing butterfly kisses to his V-line, followed by sharp bites. He fingered his fingers through my curls as he rolled his hips, his belly dipping in as he shuddered and struggled to breathe properly.

"Shït... West. Westley fuck..." he bit his lip, his body squirming as he twisted into the pillow and moaned louder. I grasped the base of his cock and I squeezed gently, I moved my hand up his shaft slowly, beginning to jerk him stiffly. His hips grew more erratic. Bryck's arousal was growing every so grander in my hand.

My lips curled, "Tell me what you want."

His face was gorgeous, his pupils were fully blown, his faced painted in pleasure. "Your, your mouth... Please. I'm so... fuck." He licked his lip, he hated being this defeated, his cheeks were dusted red with a deep blush around his neck and ears. "I can't take more." The urgency in his voice made me happy. I loved reducing him to a hungry cockslut.

I licked my lips, crouching down lower to lick his balls, sucking on one while making him groan deeply. "Fück!" I slurped on his ball sac—popping it out of my mouth as I licked my way up his cock. Repeating the movement again, twice, thrice, until his breathing began to catch and he had the nerve to reach for his cock. I brushed his hand away and ran my tongue from the base of his penis up to the tip, and then sucked the head of his penis into my mouth. I lapped at the pink tip, enjoying the bitterness of his pre-cum. Bryck gasped, crying out my name as his fingers tightened in my hair, his cock thrusting a little faster inside my mouth as I took him in deeper. He shoved his hips up, back arching off the bed momentarily. His hand was forcing my head down as I swallowed him down deeper, my own erection throbbing between on my legs. Shit. He thrusted harder, his breathing quickened as he held my head on his cock. I gripped his widened thighs, my nails against his skin as I choked on his cock. I heard him choke on his moans, heard how they tumbled out of his mouth in a hot mess.

Bryck's balls were tightened as he got closer to orgasming, so I did the best possible thing that I could do and gripped the base of his cock, stunting his orgasm. Bryck gasped, body trembling as he swore a string of slurs. I pulled off of his cock, a sliver of saliva dripping from my mouth. He was panting heavily, his body convulsing as he came down from his high. I bit the inside of my bottom lip as I watched him shake softly. I bent over him, reaching for the nightstand and pulling open the drawer to grab the clear rubber cock ring I hid there. I knelt back between his legs, placed the cock ring around the base of the head of his penis. He grunted, jerking up to see what I was doing, his eyes widened in fear, he shuttered out a breathless reply as he saw his penis being restrained. "What are y... Shït, take it the fuck off Westley!" The anger in his voice was hazy, which meant that in could ignore it.

"Not yet, I need to keep you hard, I'm nowhere close to cumming yet, and I can't have you spilling all of that delicious cum yet, now can I?" he grumbled in anger, hips restlessly twitching as he tried to reach for his restrained erection.

I smacked his hand away. "Nah uh, uh, uh. No touchy." I smiled, making him grit his teeth as he resisted touching himself. "Good boy." I slid off the bed, coming around to the top of the bed, my own erection rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants and I swore. Going commando probably wasn't the best thing while sexually torturing my fiancé, but it helped urge me on. I knelt beside Bryck's head, his soft blue eyes looking up at me. "What are you gonna do me?" he breathed.

"Whatever I want Bryston, why, are you gonna stop me?" I smirked, making him glare at me. "No? Then move over." He didn't ignore me, instead he complied and moved, making it so that I could kneel in the middle of the bed, by the pillows. "Now, I want you to be a good little cocktease and behave for daddy, okay, that means no touching your cock, no fighting back and no cumming... Not until I order you to."

"Fück you." He spat. I chuckled, bending over him to grip his chin. "Trust me, I'll fück you so good you'll beg me for more." I pushed him back to the bed, pulling him closer but his legs. He tried to move away, but I still had my grip on him. I smiled, biting my bottom lip at his attempt to get away, his cock still standing at attention, the sweater now riding up his abdomen to expose his chest, but what caught my attention was how hard his pink nipples were. I bent over him and caught his right nipple between my lips, he screamed from shock, his nipples had gotten overstimulated. Damn, that was sexy. I reached over and rolled the other between my fingers and was greeted with another glorious moan that threatened to crumble the walls. I hummed around his hard bud and bit down on it softly. He swore, and grabbed my arm. "Westley please... s—stop." But I didn't want to. I groaned then moved to the other nipple. I did my utmost best to ignore the way Bryck's hips were thrusting up on their own accord because it kept brushing against my erection in turn. I muffled a moan, but let one out unintentionally. I bit around his areola, as punishment, licking the bite mark before I sat back. Fuck, this was becoming harder now that Bryck managed to get my hard enough to lose focus.

I pulled his legs around my waist. "Tsk tsk, naughty, naughty Brycky. Now, be a good boy and beg for me." He glared at me through his fog of pleasure, just as I hooked my arms underneath his thighs and pulled him up higher. His legs on my shoulder now as I hugged my hands around his torso. He began to protest, shuffling about before I held him firmly and bit his ass. He gasped, biting the inside his lip as he shivered. "Please d—don't..." he shook.

"Please, don't what?" I teased. I bit him again, erupting a soft moan from him. "Come on, please what?" he didn't reply. Hmm, he was quite resilient... not for long. I bit him again, receiving the same reaction again. I loved hearing him moan. It was such a lovely sound. I bit the next ass cheek. He shivered harder this time, then I bent my head between his firm round cheeks and lapped at his pink pucker. He gasped in shook before moaning as I continued licking him. "Fück... no Westley stop..."

I swore in my head, my cock was wet, I could feel it. He moaned low, a hand covering his eyes "I'm listening..."

He was resisting to reply to me so I ran my tongue over his hole again. "W—wait... Please West... fuc..." he couldn't even get his words out properly, his body shook, cocking twitching as pre-cum ran down his abs. I didn't let up; I removed a hand from his waist and spread his ass more as the tip of my tongue jutted out to tease his entrance. Bryck moaned louder, his eyes watering as he shook. "Fück... no more... Please.'

"You want more?" I repeated the action. "Yes, yes I want more..." he was actually begging me. Hmm, fück he sounded so gone. I moaned, against his pucker, feeling him still as he moaned louder. I sighed then pushed my tongue inside of his warmth. Bryck jolted, i gasped, I could feel as his entire body shivered. His cock spasmrd as he gripped at the bed sheets, his legs arched by my head, his belly quivering, his toes curling. He was immersed into this teasing just as much as I was.

"Don't... Don't—don't stop... West fück me!" his legs were trembling, his cock leaking even more pre-cum. "More... Please. Fuck baby..." he whined, belly clenching as I began to tongue fucked him—swirling my tongue inside him as I jutted it in and out of his tight ass. Bryck was beside himself, he didn't know how to compose his body, a hand brushed against my knee as his body went weak, he was panting heavier, his chest flushed hotter than before, the sweater bunched up under his arms, as he quaked in my grasp. My hand at his abdomen feeling as he belly shuddered, and dipped low. "I... wanna cum... Please, I need to—let me..." he tried to reach for his penis, but I shoved his hand away—sucking his hole harder... watching him grow hotter under my tongue as I rimmed him. I pulled back, taking in a deep breath, then pushing my thumb inside of him, his breath caught in his throat as I pushed in deeper, spitting on his ass hole to ease my thumb deeper. He clenched around my digit, his hips rolling slowly. I licked his hole, fingering him as I saw his balls tightening. I slipped out my thumb and replaced it for two of my fingers. "Tell me what you want me to do now Bryston. Do you want me to make you feel good?" my eyes darkening as he nodded. "In words, tell me what you want." I ordered.

He sighed out, his thighs twitching. "Please, make me cum... I can't..." he breathed, "umfp, Westley please." I smirked, licking my lips as I bent my head and delved my tongue inside him again. He squeezed around my tongue, his body tensing, he was ready to cum. I reached for his cock, his manhood pulsating in my hand as I rolled the cock ring off. He arched his back, as he thrashed—his jaw dropping open, his cock jerking as I tongued him faster. Bryck groaned, his body arched, his vision blurred and his cock spilled hot cum down his navel and abs, droplets of cum landing on his cheek as his orgasm overwhelmed him. He cried out in the most beautiful way possible. Tears at the corners of his eyes. I groaned softly, my own cock, leaking even more as I pulled back from Bryck's ass, panting hard as I held him to me, jerking him off. His eyes were still shut, as his cock spilled its seed, a few droplets sticking to his belly. His breathing was shallow, his body flushed red, ears, neck, and chest all red. I combed a hand back through my hair, the beads of sweat forming at my forehead. My eyes heavy as I glanced down at him, the bite marks on his skin darkening in color, he looked gorgeous. "I love you Bryston." I said, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh.

"I... Hate you." he seethed weakly. I released him, setting him down as I knelt between his legs. I shrugged down my pants, cock still hard. "You didn't cum yet?" he asked.

I chuckled dryly. "Sadly, not. Lend me a hand?" I tried. He nodded and scooted down lower as he wrapped his fingers around my cock, swiping away the pre-cum on my tip with his thumb. "Well, fuck me." My eyes reached his, and he winked at me. I came closer, lifting his hips up as he wrapped his legs around me. I pushed my penis into his him, he swore and bit his lip, chest rising on a deep intake. "Yes... fuck..." he breathed.

I bent to kiss his forehead, then picked up the pace. He moaned, his hand reaching out to grab my arm, he still appeared to be sensitive down there. His cock was already flaccid as I fücked him but he was clearly still aroused. I grunted, leaning over him as I grounded against him. "Fuck Bryck..." I was getting closer, his body shook, as his tightened around my shaft. I couldn't hold back my moans. "Babe, fück... I'm—I'm gonna..." I bit my lip as I thrusted into him until my body shook and my jaw dropped. The hot and cold feeling consuming me as I came inside of his ass.

Bryck groaned, his hand dropping to my wrist as he moaned softly.

I panted, my breathe hitching as my vision cleared, "Fuck baby..."

"Come here." He reached up, wrapping his arms around my neck, as I lowered my body on to his. He nipped my earlobe gently. "I love you too." he breathed. "And if you tell anyone about this... I'll kill you."

I laughed softly. "I love you more, baby and I promise, I'll keep it." I pressed a kiss to his temple and laid back down on him. "I promise Bryston."

So there you have it... My amazingly manly fiancé loves being rimmed... And I try to do it as often as I can because he was so susceptible he is to giving in once my tongue is at his hole, and to be honest, he loves it too much to fight back.