"Then take every fucking inch," I growled, unleashing my full strength into each thrust, watching as his eyes rolled back and his mouth fell open in silent ecstasy.
This was better than any gym membership perk I'd ever had. His lips parted with a cry as I hit his prostate, his body tensing beneath mine. I could feel him tightening around my cock, those expensive yoga sessions clearly paying off in ways his instructor never intended.
"That's it," I grunted, maintaining my brutal pace. "Show me how much you love this dick."
The weights on the nearby rack rattled with each powerful thrust. I grabbed his throat with one hand, applying just enough pressure to make his eyes widen. It was a power trip like no other. This college kid whose family probably owned half the city, completely at my mercy, gasping for air that I controlled.
"You think about this all week, don't you?" I said, easing my grip just enough to let him respond. "Counting the days until your nextsession?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, his cock twitching against his stomach, leaving pearly streaks across his abs. "Can't... think about anything else."
I laughed, low and cruel. "I bet you jerk off thinking about me every night. Fingering yourself, wishing it was my cock instead."
The flush that spread across his cheeks told me I was right. I slowed my thrusts, making each one deliberate and deep, watching him squirm beneath me.
"Your daddy would have a fucking heart attack if he walked in right now," I said, enjoying the way his ass clenched at the mention of his father. "His perfect son taking dick like a pro. What would the country club think?"
"Please," he whimpered, "don't stop."
"I didn't say I was stopping," I replied, slapping his face lightly. "Just making sure you remember who's in charge."
I released his throat and grabbed his legs, pushing them back until his knees nearly touched his shoulders. The new angle let me slide even deeper, and I watched his face contort with pleasure-pain as I bottomed out inside him.
The expensive sound system was playing some ambient workout music, but it couldn't drown out the obscene slapping of skin or his desperate moans. I wondered briefly if any staff were in the mansion, if they could hear what was happening in the young master's private gym. The thought only made me harder.
"Touch yourself," I ordered. "Show me how you stroke that rich boy cock."
He obeyed immediately, wrapping his fingers around his length and jerking himself frantically. Pre-cum oozed from his tip with each pull, adding to the mess on his stomach.
"You're going to cum with my dick inside you," I told him. "And then you're going to thank me for it."
His breath hitched, his rhythm faltering as he approached his climax. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls drawing tight against my body. The sight of him… pampered, privileged, and completely debased beneath me… it was pushing me to the edge.
"I'm close," he gasped, his free hand joining his, my fingers wrapping around his as we stroked his cock together.
"That's it," I said, my voice rough with exertion. "Show me how much you love my cock.”
His body was trembling beneath me, his ass clenching rhythmically around my shaft as he approached his climax. I could feel every quiver, every pulse of his inner walls gripping me. The expensive floor beneath us was slick with our sweat, and I briefly wondered who would have to clean it all up. Not my problem.
"Oh god," he moaned, his back arching off the floor. "I'm gonna?—"
"Do it," I commanded, slamming into him with renewed vigor. "Fucking shoot while I'm balls deep in your ass."
That was all it took. His cock pulsed in our joined grip as thick ropes of cum erupted, painting his smooth chest and abs. Some even reached his chin as he cried out, his entire body seizing around me. The sight of him coming undone, this twink reduced to a quivering mess beneath me, pushed me over the edge.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," I growled, burying myself to the hilt as my orgasm crashed through me. I flooded his insides with pulse after pulse of hot cum, marking him from the inside out. My hips jerked involuntarily as I emptied myself into him, claiming his body as thoroughly as possible.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I stayed inside him, enjoying the aftershocks that rippled through his spent body. His chest heaved with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat and cum in the soft gym lighting. I slowly pulled out, watching with satisfaction as my seed began to leak from his used hole.
"Thank you," he whispered, just as instructed, his voice hoarse.
I smirked, reaching for a towel from my gym bag to wipe myself clean. "You're welcome. Same time next week?"
He nodded eagerly, still sprawled on the floor, looking thoroughly fucked and utterly content. I pulled my track pantsback up, adjusting myself as I glanced at the mirrors lining the wall. Goddamn I looked good right after sex.
"We still have fifteen minutes of your session left," I said casually. "But I’m fuckin’ done with you.” I grabbed a towel from a nearby bench and tossed it at him, not caring that he was still shuddering from his orgasm. “Clean yourself up you fucking slut.” I grabbed my gym bag, hefting it over my shoulder. “I’ll send you an invoice.”
“Th-Thank you, sir,” he replied as I walked out the door.
