Catching Eagle's Eye by Samantha Cayto

command, he opened his eyes and stared up into Dane’s face. He saw satisfaction there, even triumph, as Dane’s lips curled up into a cocky grin. The man let go of one shoulder to bring his thumb up to rub lightly against Will’s lower lip. Instinctively, he opened his mouth and moaned when Dane slipped his thumb inside. Will closed his mouth around the digit and sucked.
    “That’s it, boy. You’re a great cock sucker,” Dane praised. “But,” he added, pulling his thumb out. “I don’t want another blowjob. I have something else in mind.”
    Dane’s large, powerful hands slid down to grasp Will’s ass. He pulled Will flush against his body once more. Pleasure shot up Will’s hard shaft as Dane rubbed their pelvises together. The other man was semi-erect again already. Will’s breath quickened with need, and it was difficult to keep his eyes open.
    “You’re overdressed,” Dane murmured. He pried Will’s hands apart in order to whip his T-shirt up and over his head. “Mmm, nice,” Dane observed, taking in Will’s naked chest. With a quick twist, he had Will’s arms behind him again, although this time, he held Will’s wrist together with a firm grip.
    The man’s rough fingers caressed Will’s pecs, sending a shower of pleasure down his spine. He fought against the urge to squirm under the touch and gasped when first one nipple and then the other was taunted and teased into hard peaks.
    “Has anyone ever clamped these babies?” Dane asked with a voice as rough as his touch.
    “No, sir.” Will had to force the coherent words out. All he wanted to do was moan at the idea. He did moan, unsure of how quiet Dane wanted him to be but incapable of remaining silent when Dane cupped his package through his shorts.
    “Do you like pain, boy?” The grip on Will’s cock and balls tightened.
    “Aah,” he ground out before stuttering, “Y-yes, sir.” It was something he had long ago accepted about himself. Pain gave him pleasure. More blood rushed into his dick, making it hurt within the confines of his clothes and Dane’s hand.
    “What have other men done to you?” the SEAL asked as he massaged Will’s flesh with punishing force.
    Talking was beyond hard, which was probably the point. His dominating new lover liked seeing Will suffer. “Just spanking,” he said with a grimace.
    Dane gave a low chuckle. “I can imagine. Your ass was made for the palm of man’s hand. Let’s see how well you take it.”
    The words hung in the air between them for a few seconds before Dane let go of his front and, using only his hold on Will’s wrists, pushed him over to the long counter separating the galley kitchen from the rest of the room. Dane bent him over the worn surface.
    “Grab hold of the other side and don’t let go no matter what. I don’t have restraints with me, so I’m counting on you to have the discipline to stay in place. Keep your gaze forward, too. Don’t look back or to either side. Understand?”
    Doing as ordered, Will felt pride in Dane’s confidence in him. “Yes, sir,” he vowed and meant it. No matter what Dane did to him, he wasn’t going to move.
    He could hear the other man rustling around behind him, taking off clothes by the sounds. From the corner of his eye, he saw the other man slap a small tube onto the counter next to him. He didn’t so much as flinch, keeping his stance.
    Palms slid down his back before fingers unsnapped his shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. He lifted one foot and then the other when prompted and was soon stripped of every item he had worn. He wondered if Dane was equally nude and wanted so badly to sneak a peek. The SEAL was no doubt jacked, and he already knew the man’s cock was a big mouthful. He got somewhat of an answer when a naked foot tapped his inner shin to make Will widened his stance. Just that little skin to skin contact made his cock twitch.
    A hard smack on his ass caught him by surprise.
    “Shit!” he cried