The old woman looked like she wanted to object when Carter walked through the now open door, but she didn’t say anything and Carter ignored her. Walking to the stairs, Carter jogged up to John’s floor and made his way to his apartment. He knocked twice.
There was a scramble from inside, and the door opened. John was in the process of buttoning up a shirt, but his fingers froze when he saw Carter.
“Hello, John,” Carter said, removing the bag from his front and throwing it over his shoulder. “Can I come in?”
“Hello,” John said, licking his lips. “And yes, of course. Come inside.”
Carter pushed past John with a wolflike grin, pulling the door shut behind him and letting his bag fall to the floor. He rounded on John and pushed him back against the wall, his cock throbbing at the wide-eyed arousal in the human’s eyes.
“Nice shirt,” he said, reaching up and cupping John’s cheek in his gloved hand. He stroked his thumb over John’s chin and mouth, his other hand coming up and encircling John’s throat.
John closed his eyes when he felt Carter squeezing down on his Adam’s apple, his hips arching out like his cock was desperate for some friction to go along with the domination.
Carter pushed his thumb into John’s mouth, and for a solid minute he just stood there and enjoyed the submissive way John sucked on it.
There was something mesmerizing about the contrast between John’s pink lips and the black of Carter’s leather glove. Like Carter was defiling him.
Releasing John’s throat, Carter pushed two more fingers into John’s mouth, forcing them in next to his thumb. The three fingers stretched John’s lips wide open, but the boy made no move to pull away. It wasn’t until Carter forced his fingers toward the back of John’s throat that he balked, but that was an instinctive reaction to gagging and not an act of defiance.
“Good boy,” Carter said, grabbing John by his hair and yanking his head back into place. He leaned down and brought their lips together, tongue fucking into John’s mouth like a man possessed. His free hand came up and grabbed a hold of John’s jaw, squeezing it hard as he deepened the kiss even further.
John moaned into Carter’s mouth, and Carter bit down on his lip with a grin. John’s moan turned into a startled yelp, and Carter let go. He pushed his tongue back into John’s mouth before he could object to the rough treatment.
There was no doubt that Carter was in charge, and no doubt that they both loved it. The pouch of Carter’s codpiece was almost coming off under the strain of his hard-on, and Carter could feel John’s erection pressing into his thigh like it was trying to stab him.
“I’m going to come,” John warned, voice muffled by Carter’s lips, sounding desperate and incredibly turned on.
Carter dropped his hold on John’s jaw and reached down to palm his crotch, rubbing John’s dick through the denim of his jeans. He ground his palm down on the hard length, pulling on John’s hair as he kissed him with an aggressive passion that was on just the right side of violent.
John’s whole body went tense, and Carter stepped back just as he started to come. He spun John around and pinned him to his chest, arm draping over his shoulder and over his chest like a seatbelt as he pushed his hand down John’s pants.
“Fuck!” John called, his hips bucking as Carter wrapped his gloved fist around his dick and jerked him off through his orgasm.
“Shot that load into your underwear,” Carter grunted, fingers seeking out the head of John’s cock and rubbing over the sensitive crown with no mercy. John’s orgasm was in its last stages, and Carter had no intention of letting go of his cock until he was sobbing from overstimulation.
His orgasm truly over, John started trying to wriggle out of Carter’s arms, but it was no use. Carter squeezed and fondled John’s oversensitive member until he was wheezing and crying out for mercy, only letting go when his own cock was threatening to erupt into orgasm.
“On your knees,” Carter growled, pushing John down to the floor between his legs. John went down like a rock, breathing heavily and looking relieved that Carter was no longer torturing his oversensitive cock. He crawled into the space between Carter’s legs and let his head rest on Carter’s thigh, looking up at him like some kind of debauched angel.
The sight made Carter’s balls pull tight and his gut clench with hot arousal.
“Are you going to be my little slut tonight?” Carter asked, reaching down and brushing his gloved fingers gently through John’s hair. John shuddered, closing his eyes and turning his face into Carter’s muscular thigh.
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek against the soft leather of Carter’s suit.
“Good boy.”
Yanking John up by the hair, the sudden violence making him cry out, Carter pulled John’s head up to his codpiece and pushed him face first into the leather, smothering him with the overflowing pouch.
John moaned, parting his lips and mouthing at the outline of Carter’s erection as it pressed against his lips. Carter felt a shudder run down his spine at the sensation, and his grip on John’s hair tightened.
He wanted more.
Stepping forward, Carter straddled John’s body and forced his head back, his codpiece resting over the boy’s face. All he could see of John’s face at this point were his eyes and forehead, the rest serving as a platter for Carter’s prodigious package.
Unsnapping the leather pouch, Carter released his cock and balls from their prison. His cock rose up like a tower of steel, looming over John’s face and dripping pre-cum onto his forehead, while his balls spilled over John’s mouth and chin only for John to open his mouth and start licking them.
Carter closed his eyes at the intensity of the sensation. He’d always liked having his balls licked and worshiped, and John’s eagerness was perfect.
