“See,” George popped off my nipple and straddled my chest. Looking down at me past his own hard-on, he started stroking it lazily, “I believe in consent, and all that jazz, but you took that choice from me. I wouldn’t have laid a hand on you If I knew you wanted to kill me. So you are going to make up for it.”
The feeling of being restrained and the sight above me was too much when George squeezed my jaw open and let his pre-cum dip onto my tongue. I barely took in his words, writhing on the bed and praying for friction. Somewhere, anywhere. The bitter taste of him had me salivating. I wanted a hole filled and I was seconds from admitting it.
“You want my dick in your mouth, don’t you, boy?” George growled and held my jaw tighter.
“No, I don’t,” I tried to deny my base instincts, twisting my head to get out of his grip. “I never–”
“Hold still,” George slapped me again when I didn’t listen, and my body went slack. “Good boy.”
Something about those words opened me up inside. I craved the praise and validation. I let him open my mouth again and looked up at him past the thick cock he was still stroking. Fighting only got me tied up and denied touch where I needed it. I’d be good.
“I like your fight, boy, but now I need to hear you beg for it,” George reached a thumb in my mouth and rubbed my tongue. I got the gist. He wanted me to ask for his cock in my mouth. “I’m not going to force you until you ask, but then I don’t care what you say.”
Panting in a mix of lust and fear, I closed my mouth to swallow and take a deep breath.Don’t think too hard, Vasily. Just get him off and obey, then maybe he’ll untie me and let me go.A small part of me also hoped he’d suck my dick too, though the bigger part said I should bite his dick.
George seemed to guess I would think of that. “Beg me to use your mouth. Leave it open while I fuck your throat. Swallow my cum down…and I’ll contact the Kiselovs about you.”
Right, bite him or spit and I’d stay tied up with no one knowing where I was. I could do this.
“Will you, will you please use my mouth?” I asked without inflection.
“You can do better than that, Vasily,” George purred out my given name, sending a shiver through my body. No one had ever said that name in bed before. Americans always stuck to the easier version. He ran the wet tip of his dick along my lower lip and I licked it involuntarily. “Why do you want my cock?”
He wasn’t going to make this easy for me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GEORGE
Basil glaredat me with equal parts loathing and lust. How could someone look so hot while wishing I was dead? He was amazing. I wanted to pick Basil apart and put him back together again.
Sure, it hurt for my first queer experience to be a ruse to get me alone. Straddling Basil’s chest and bobbing my dick over his face eased a little bit of my error in judgment.
“Tell me why you want my dick, boy, or I’ll leave you here,” I ground out my words, holding back from choking him on my cock before he asked for it.
Perhaps Basil needed proper enticement to admit his desires. I remembered a toy I bought with the bondage rope and pulled the items from my drawer. They were still in the packaging, so I used the boy’s knife to cut them out of the plastic. Of course, I made sure the label was facing Basil before holding up a thin, hollow metal rod and matching chastity cage.
“No food, no talking, no contacting your people. And before you say you’ll piss on my bed,” I sat back until his dick was between us, lining the rod up with his hole. He twitched under the touch of cool steel, and I couldn’t help my salacious smile. “Although maybe you’d like my new sounding kit?”
“I–no! I really don’t think I would,” Basil sputtered and squirmed in his bindings. I could have used a slip-knot, but he was clear about his intention to kill me.
Moving back up to straddle his face, I was amazed at how quickly I’d bounced back after an orgasm and attempted murder. Having an unwilling bedmate get off on my torture seemed to turn me on like nothing else. Well, I didn’t believe Basil was truly against sex with me. He could have killed me in the car before Santo started driving, rebuffed my advances in the car, or shot me dead before we got off together in the hall.
“But you asked for this, didn’t you?” I teased his lower lip with my thumb where a bit of my cum had dripped. Basil licked at it almost involuntarily and I knew I’d won. “Do you want my cock in your mouth, Basil?”
He sucked my thumb into his mouth, nodding with closed eyes, and that wouldn’t do. Using my thumb behind his teeth, I opened his mouth. Basil stuck his tongue out like a good boy and I told him as much, since he always moaned for compliments.
“So good for me.” Letting go of his jaw, I tapped Basil’s forehead so he’d open his eyes. “Just say the words.”
Basil swallowed hard and licked his lips, looking straight at my cock, “Yes. Okay, yes. I want you in my mouth.”
“Why?”
“Because-I’ve-never-sucked-a-dick and,” Basil rushed through his words before dropping to a whisper, “I want to.”
“Good boy,” I praised, petting his blond hair that had loosened some from the gel, revealing a sexy waviness. He wanted to kill me and had declared us Enemies, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty Basil was. It was time to take my pleasure from my would-be assassin. “Open, tongue out. No biting or I’ll put that rod and a cage on your dick and throw away the key.”
“Yes…” Basil seemed to be looking for the right word to comply with my command.
