There’s a lube dispenser close by, and I pump some into my hands.
I slick my cock, then rub some on his hole, massaging his rim with my fingers. He pushes his sweet little ass out to give me a better angle. “Good boy.”
He moans in response, eating up the praise again. I slide a finger in and curl it, massaging his prostate. His hand slaps against the mirror, his hot breath fogging the glass as he pants and whines for more. I slide another finger in and fuck his asshole, making sure he’s good and loose.
He pushes his ass out some more, and I can’t help but angle his head closer to me and nibble on his ear, then whisper, “Look at you, presenting yourself to me.”
“It’s yours, Torren. I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me.”
“I love a needy bottom. I’m gonna hit spots you didn’t know existed.”
Time slows. Pressure builds in my head, blurring my vision for a moment as I begin wrapping the belt around his neck.
“If you don’t like it, say it.” Then I lean a little closer and whisper, “Say it.”
“Never,” he gasps. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, a look of conviction on his face that I can’t help but admire. It’s a challenge—he knows it is, and he isn’t backing down. “I want all of you, Torren. Every last bit of what you can give me, I’ll take it.”
I pull the leather belt tighter and slide my cock inside. His eyes roll back, but he doesn’t struggle. No, he pushes back,meeting each of my thrusts. Our bodies collide, my hips slamming against his ass. Then I loosen the belt. He gasps for air, heaving and groaning, then meets my gaze through the mirror once more and says, “Again.”
My gaze closes in on his lips. I’ve wanted them for so long. I turn his head to me and run my thumb along his lower lip. His breath is hot and smells like bubblegum. His eyes roll back when I stick my finger in his mouth, and he instinctively sucks. I smear his saliva along his mouth, making them glow under the harsh lighting.
I can’t hold it in anymore. My lips connect with his, and we kiss. My eyes roll back, and my body feels like it’s floating. Felix tastes like heaven. If heaven existed. Our tongues dance, and I press my hips to him, rutting against him as I savor his sweet taste.
It’s too much. Too intense. I rip my head away and pull the belt tighter, watching my cock slide in and out of his perfect ass. He’s gaping now, wide open for me. I leave his ass entirely before sliding back into the base, relishing the feel of his warm, velvety hole wrapped around my cock. It’s perfect.
I can feel my orgasm, and it’s intense. The sound of our bodies smacking against one another echoes against the walls. My free hand slaps the mirror with each thrust.
My vision tunnels, and the sound of our bodies melts into a sustained white noise. Control is gone. I pump with fervor, feeling my orgasm coming, hot and euphoric.
My release is so intense that a scream rips from my throat, and my fist pounds into the mirror, causing it to shatter.
Shards fall.
They slice his skin.
His face is blue.
That’s what snaps me out of it. I’m me again, and Felix isn’t saying anything. His body is limp, and the blood that trickles from his cuts jettisons me back to that awful night.
He begins to fall, but I catch him and cradle him in my arms.
Is he breathing?
I can’t tell.
No. No. No. No.
I look at myself in the fractured mirror and see what I’ve become.
The monster.
“Help! Medical!”
I went too far. I knew I’d go too far.
“MEDICAL!” My voice is strained, and the agonizing fear that I killed Felix makes me lose my mind. I kneel to the ground, tears staining my cheeks, screaming while I rock back and forth with his limp body in my arms.
Then he starts to cough, his eyes slowly blinking open.
