“Please…”
He straightened, shedding his pants with deliberate slowness, his cock hard and curving up against his stomach. The corset framed him perfectly, hugging his torso, and making his pale skin glow under the dim playroom lights. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips without touching my straining dick yet, his thighs bracketing mine.
“Look at you,” he said, voice husky as he rocked forward just enough that his ass brushed the tip of my cock, sending a jolt through me. “Who knew my nice big brother would grow up to be such a whore?”
“Please fuck me, sir, please let me come!” I begged, my eyes locked on where our bodies almost connected. “Please, Dori… fuck, I need—”
“What are you?”
“A whore,” I rasped.
“Whose whore are you?”
“Yours. Always yours.”
Dori smirked, then asked, “If you’re mine, then I can use you however I want, right?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir, please use me!”
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, and my hole throbbed with want. He was finally going to fuck me, and then I’d get to come.
But after slicking his fingers generously, he reached in the wrong direction. I stared at his hand, utterly confused, as it headed in the opposite direction of where it needed to be.
Dorian chuckled cruelly from above me, and my head whipped up to figure out what was happening.
“Your head is so adorably empty sometimes. Why do you look so forlorn, babe? Didn’t you agree that your body is mine to use?”
His face tensed for a second before he let out a small grunt. Movement drew my gaze downward again, to his fingers that were sliding in and out of his hole. The sight alone had precum leaking from me, pooling on my stomach.
“I—You—”
“If your hole is my cocksleeve, then I think that makes your cock my dildo,” he mused.
I shuddered from the arousal caused by his words.
“But you usually top…” I started.
“Yeah,” he answered, panting as he pushed in a third finger, stretching himself wider. “And I love that hungry hole, butsometimes I feel like something else, you know? It just so happens that now is one of those times.”
“Oh,” I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily, but the ankle cuffs held me down, limiting me to tiny twitches. “I… I haven’t… um… fucked anyone for a long time.”
“I know. That’s why I’m keeping the cock ring on. Don’t want you coming the second we start,” he said matter-of-factly.
I squirmed from the mix of embarrassment and humiliation that came from that statement. He said it like he knew I’d lose it like a one-pump chump. It wasn’t my fault, though! Not only was I already desperate to come, but I assumed my dick would probably go haywire being squeezed by a tight hole for the first time in years.
Apparently satisfied with how much he’d stretched himself, he pulled out his fingers and, with a smile, reached forward to shove them in my mouth.
I groaned at the taste, eyelids fluttering half-shut as my tongue swirled around, lapping over every centimeter of skin.
“Do you like how your little brother tastes, angel?”
I moaned a broken, “mhm.”
With his other hand, he coated my cock in a layer of lube, his grip firm and teasing, stroking from base to tip until I was groaning and begging incoherently around his fingers. Then, finally, he positioned himself above me, the head of my dick nudging his entrance. My eyes went wide, and he pulled his fingers, soaked with spit, from my lips.
“Eyes on me, Josh,” he commanded, beginning to sink down slowly. Inch by inch, his tight heat swallowed me, clenching around my length as he took me deeper. I felt every ridge, every pulse. The way he controlled the descent by keeping things slow, tortured me.
“Dori,” I moaned, head falling back against the pillow. I forced my gaze up to his face—lips parted, eyes dark with lust.The corset shifted with his movements, laces straining as he bottomed out, my cock buried fully inside him.
