The inconsistency in our status shames me unexpectedly, and I drop my head down so I can stare at the carpet. Is this how Adam felt in the Garden when he first became so noticeably aware of his exposure?
“None of that,” Ronan chides, and I force my chin up. He drags his cock across my mouth, slapping me in the face with it a couple times. Not that nice, demeaning kind of cheek slap, but a sharp strike right across the front of my face. I can feel his precum on my eyelid and the weight of his erection against my nose. Then he pushes the head of his cock between my lips and I open for him.
“Listen carefully.” He stills, his dick resting against my tongue. “I don’t want you to suck me. I just want you to hold your mouth open like this. Understand?”
I nod.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Kevin. I’m going to use your tongue to get myself off.”
I nod again, and he starts, slowly sliding his length into my mouth. His cock is big and he pushes deep into me. I gag, but I hold my lips open, and he resumes his slide until my nose is flush against the smooth skin above his cock.
There’s no hair there and I breathe in through my nose, sweat and laundry soap sharp in my nostrils. He pulls away, leaving my mouth vacant, then he slides back inside. All the way.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see he’s holding something in his hand—a little black box with a knob on it. He twists the knob. My channel tingles like it’s asleep, but I know that’s not a thing that can happen.
Ronan fucks my mouth and spit pours down my chin because I can’t swallow. He’s pumping his hips forward in sharp, rough thrusts, chasing after his own pleasure. He turns the knob again and the tingles inside of me increase, and I realize it’s an e-stim plug. My inner muscles constrict around the plug, and he pushes a button and I’m shocked.
Literally.
A jolt of electricity sparks through my ass and I cry out, startled. He fists my hair and yanks on my head, reminding me to hold my mouth as he’s instructed. And I try to. But he turns the knob again and my muscles come alive, seizing and twitching, and then another sharp jolt flies through me.
I think…
I feel weird, something is weird, and my cock jerks against my leg. I’m not even hard, but it feels like I’m coming. My body tenses, strung tight like a live wire, and Ronan flicks the knob and drops the box beside us.
Iamcoming now.
There’s nothing to release, but the feeling is there. He takes my head in his hands and fucks my mouth until his own cock swells. It thickens and pulses against my tongue and he pulls out of me at the last minute, coming on my face with a roar.
The plug is still buzzing inside me, shooting sparks of electricity through my nerves and muscles. It’s unreal, the way my body feels so fucking alive right now. Ronan uses his cock to smear his cum over my cheeks and chin and he leans back with a satisfied smile.
“Looks like it’s time to clean you up.”
His cock hangs against his leg and he walks around to the back of me. Ronan turns the plug off and pulls it out. My ass gapes and sucks, chasing after something to fill it, having been so stretched and consumed. Missing his fist, missing the plug, I feel…bereft.
“Go.” He points at a door in the corner of the room that I hadn’t even noticed before. I crawl toward it because it feels right to, and I don’t think my legs would carry me even if I wanted to stand.
He makes a pleased sound and follows behind me. I reach the door and he pushes it open. I crawl inside and stop, waiting for more instruction. Ronan squats down behind me and unlaces my boots. I didn’t even know I still had them on, and he tosses them behind him, then peels me out of my socks, pants, and underwear.
I’m more exposed now than I was before, which seems absurd considering how much of him has already been inside of me.
“I almost forgot,” he says, pulling the marker out of his back pocket. He draws two more lines down my chest and smiles. “Four so far, Kevin.”
“Yes, Ronan.”
“Into the shower then.” He motions toward the small shower stall with his hand, and I crawl into it. “Turn around and sit.”
I do as he commands, but he doesn’t make a move to turn the water on. Instead, he takes his softened cock into his hand and stands over me.
Then he starts to piss.
Not on my face, but onto my chest. It splatters up, drops landing on my lips. My mouth opens, and I don’t even know why. Maybe to breathe, or to protest, or to drink? I’m so far gone with pleasure, and desire, and want, and I’d be happy for Ronan to piss into my mouth or any part of me he pleased.
“Ronan,” I rasp.
He raises an eyebrow and continues to cover my body with his piss.
“Kevin,” he answers, the stream of urine slowing. He shakes his cock and tucks it back into his pants.
