She tipped her lips up at him and then looked away, taking this golden opportunity when nothing was happening to fake-offhandedly glance around the outside playroom space.
As she did, she took in the emaciated, glassy-eyed girl getting almost vanilla worked by a shortish man with a beer belly in station six. She also saw a girl whose face was obstructed giving a blowjob in station seven. Last, she clocked two of the three DMs, getting a good look at them for future tattling.
“Bud, you know that ain’t right,” Maddox growled, and Sixx turned her attention back to the vault.
Doing so, she caught Maddox shoving a hand into D’s back forcefully, driving him to his forearms on the vault.
He ran a hand over the ass now extended to him.
“There it is,” he murmured.
He took his hand from D’s ass and calmly tossed the tail of D’s shirt up so it was folded over around his shoulder blades, leaving the rest of his back bare.
“There it is,” Maddox murmured a repeat, his tone different, and Sixx sensed Molly, whose sexed-out vibe had been very slowly retreating, go instantly alert.
She also noted D was no longer cool and laidback, though anticipatory.
His ass and thighs had both visibly tensed.
“Oh my,” Molly whispered.
“What?” Sixx whispered back.
“I should have known,” Molly kept whispering.
“What?” Sixx repeated, also still whispering.
Molly spared her but a brief glance, saying, “It’s going to be an awesome night.”
Sixx looked back at the vault to see Maddox running his hands slowly over the exposed skin on D’s body, back, ribs, sides, ass, crack, outer thighs, inner thighs. He stopped cupping balls.
“Mad,” D said quietly, warily.
“You bought it, bro,” Maddox said gently, massaging those balls.
“Fuck,” D hissed.
“Awesome,” Molly breathed.
Sixx didn’t understand what was happening, and she watched closely to see if she could get a lock on it when Maddox went in with both hands between D’s thighs, stroking cock, massaging balls, and getting low so he could run the edge of his teeth over one cheek of Diesel’s ass.
Diesel’s head bent back.
He liked it like that.
Maddox must have sensed the move because in his position now at the back of D’s thigh he surely couldn’t see it, but he still growled, “You bow that head when your Master’s at you, motherfucker.”
D bowed his head.
Lord God.
So pretty.
Maddox spent some time coddling and caressing his boy’s exposed flesh with hands, fingertips, lips, teeth and tongue, and Sixx found this was not good because it was good, and it would be expected she’d want to watch it. This meaning she might not have times to look away and search for picture man, take stock of the DMs, or keep track of what was happening in stations six and seven.
She got a shot when Maddox moved away from a slightly trembling but otherwise unmoving D and headed toward the bag.
When she looked, she saw no change in players in those stations and no extreme play, but she did manage to see the third DM and give him a good assessment, fortunately without him noticing.
It was the crack and grunt that brought her attention back to the vault.
Maddox was off to D’s side, wielding a long, thick, leather strap and doing it with no small amount of skill, landing blows on buttocks, thighs, and on Diesel’s lower back.
D’s ass jumped with each strike, and Maddox wasn’t feeling stingy, going at him until D had no choice to be up on his toes and was visibly gritting his teeth.
He was also visibly harder, his thick, veined cock hanging lower so Sixx could see it because of the weight.
It got to be too much, and his head automatically shot back, which made Maddox start to move in, dropping the strap. With quick, expert hands, he undid his belt and yanked it free of its loops so fast, the end cracked the air like a whip when it was free. He folded it once, twice.
Putting a hand to the back of D’s head, shoving it face first into the vault, Maddox slapped Diesel’s ass with quick whacks of the folded-over belt, rumbling, “Where’s that head belong?”
“Bowed, Maddox,” D grunted through more blows.
Maddox didn’t relent. “You feel heat in that fine ass?”
“Fuck yeah,” D groaned.
“Guess what, Diesel?” Maddox let out in what was his version of a purr, which was more of a rolling grumble. “You made me wait to blow, but you’re comin’ with me every time tonight. I’m gonna make you blow,” sharp crack, “and blow,” brutal crack, “and blow,” vicious crack.
“Fuck,” D bit off.
The belt hit the floor, Maddox clipped out, “Molly, baby, condom,” as he worked his jeans in preparation for literally starting the festivities off with a bang. He positioned right behind his boy, wrapped his massive, now-freed dick with a hand, aimed it, and slammed in.
D’s entire torso came up to hands in the vault, head thrown back, veins pounding out in his neck as a low roar pumped from his throat.
“You got your monster,” Maddox taunted, jacking into him so brutally, the heavy vault was rocking. “Now take my dick and bow your goddamned head, motherfucker.”
D bowed his head, and with jaw hard and pulsing, took a brutal fucking as Molly moved in and handed Maddox a condom without the wrapping.
He took it, jerked his head to her, she went in and he bent down and gave her a deep, wet kiss as he kept hammering ass.
When he let her mouth go, she gave him a sweet smile that he took in with warm eyes before he turned back to Diesel, slipped a hand around the front, expertly rolled a condom on D’s now-engorged, bouncing cock, then Maddox planted his hand in D’s back, shoving him chest to vault.
“Fuck yeah,” D murmured, starting to pound back into his fucking.
Maddox slowed his roll but kept stroking deep, with D now meeting him, Maddox’s hands moving to his hips. “You love this monster?”
“Love it, Maddox,” Diesel huffed.
“Only my boy can take that kinda heat. Only my fuckin’ boy can take me to the root.” He slid in fully. “How you like that, D? How much does my boy love being full of his monster?”
“Keep fucking me with it,” D pushed out.
A punishing thrust sent a powerful grunt driving up D’s throat, his head jerking back, but he bent it again immediately.
“That an answer?” Maddox demanded.
“I love it, Maddox. You know I fuckin’ love taking that monster.”
Maddox pulled out to the tip and teased, working his hips so D only got a couple of inches.
“That monster?” Maddox queried.
“My monster, Mad. Want it back. Keep taking my ass.”
“Can’t wait for my cum, can you, D? How bad you want me to blow in you?”
“Bad, Maddox, shit, fuck.” Diesel’s hips were writhing, seeking attention. “Fuck me, give me my monster, your cum, give it, my man, blow inside me.”
“How hard you gonna take me?”
“As hard as you can fuck me.”
“How hard you wanna take me?”
“Hard, Maddox, deep.”
“You know better than that, D. How hard you want your monster up your ass?”
It was guttural with need when D begged, “Fuck me raw, Mad. Please. Christ. Fuck me so hard, I feel like you’re gonna split me in two.”
“Damn straight,” Maddox grunted, got down to business again, shockingly having been holding back, now giving Diesel what he asked for. Pistoning inside him spectacularly, savagely, but this time reaching around and jacking D’s cock, words disappeared as low, glorious male noises of effort, excitement and carnality filled the air.
It was when Maddox was jacking with one hand, holding D down to take it with his other hand planted firm in D’s back when finally Maddox groaned, “Want my cum?”
“Fuck yeah,” D growled.
“Take it,” Maddox ordered.
“Give it,” D returned thickly.
They both gave it, both of them coming near simultaneously, Maddox’s orgasm tipping D’s, and thunder filled the room with the low, masculine snarls of their climaxes.
Maddox could not be recovered, and D definitely wasn’t, when he pulled out to D’s surprised, aftershocks-jolting-his-body-muted grunt.
He smacked Diesel’s ass sharply and ordered, “Take your position for your spanking.”