I grip the base and lean back in, teasingly rubbing the swollen head up and down his slick, puffy rim. The sensation is maddening… hot, tight, and so fucking inviting. I slap my cock against his hole a couple of times, the wet smack making Andrew jolt.
“You like that?” I ask, voice rough and accusing, deliberately pressing the head against his entrance without pushing in. “Be honest, Drew. You like feeling me rub against your hole like this?”
Andrew’s voice comes out shaky and breathless, exactly the way I want it. “N-no… I hate it. Please, Slade…stop.”
I know he’s lying. Deep down I can feel it in the way his body keeps pushing back just the tiniest bit, in the way his hole flutters against the head of my cock like it’s trying to pull me in. But fuck, I like hearing the words anyway. The fake begging, the shaky denial… it feeds something dark and hungry inside me.
I rub my cockhead against him again, slower this time, circling his rim teasingly. “Yeah? You hate it? Then why does your ass keep twitching every time I touch you here?”
“Please…” he whimpers, voice cracking beautifully. “I hate it, okay? Just stop… don’t do this.”
I grin darkly, even though he can’t see it with his head hanging off the bed. I keep rubbing, letting the thick headnudge just inside his rim before pulling back, over and over, teasing him mercilessly.
“Tell me again,” I murmur, voice low. “Tell me how much you hate it. Beg me not to put my dick in you.”
Andrew’s breathing picks up, fast and ragged. His next words come out more desperate, more beggy, exactly like I wanted. “Please, Slade… please don’t put your dick in me. I don’t want it. I swear I hate it… just stop,please…”
That’s it. The second the plea leaves his mouth, I grip his cuffed wrists tighter with one hand, line myself up with the other, and push forward in one slow, relentless thrust.
The tight heat of him swallows the head of my cock, then more, stretching around me as I sink deeper. Andrew lets out a sharp, broken sound… half whimper, half gasp… as I keep going, not stopping until I’m buried to the hilt inside him, my hips flush against his ass.
“Fuck…” I groan, the word slipping out before I can stop it.
He’s impossibly tight, clenching around me like a vice, and the feeling is so intense it nearly shorts out my brain. I stay still for a long moment, letting him feel every thick inch, letting the burn and the stretch settle in deep while I lean over his back, breath hot against his ear.
“There,” I rasp, voice dark with satisfaction. “Now you’re really taking your punishment.”
Andrew
Slade’s thick cock stretches me open in one long, burning push, and the sudden fullness rips a sharp sound from my throat before I can swallow it. He bottoms out completely, hips pressed flush against my ass, and for a second everything goes still except for the frantic beat of my heart and the way my body clenches helplessly around him.
I know I’m supposed to hate this. I’msupposedto beg him to stop. So that’s exactly what I do.
“Slade…fuck, don’t,” I whimper, voice shaky and small with my head still hanging off the edge of the bed. “Pleasedon’tgo hard. It already hurts too much.”
He stays buried deep, but I feel the way his grip on my cuffed wrists tightens, the low rumble in his chest that tells me he heard every word. Heknows…. I know he knows, but we keep playing anyway.
“Don’t go harder?” Slade repeats, voice dark and mocking as he slowly drags his hips back until just the head of his cock is stretching my rim. “You sure about that, Drew?”
He snaps his hips forward again, harder this time, driving back in with a wet slap that makes my whole body jolt. A broken moan escapes me as the thick length drags over that spot inside, sending sparks shooting up my spine.
“It hurts,” I gasp out, the words all backwards and trembling. “That spot…fuck, it hurts so bad. Don’t hit it again. Please don’t go harder, Slade.”
Slade lets out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against my back as he leans over me. He knows I’m lying. The way my hole keeps fluttering and squeezing around him gives me away completely, but he plays along anyway, voice rough.
“Yeah? It hurts, huh?” He pulls out almost all the way again, then slams back in with a deliberately brutal thrust, nailing my prostate dead-on. “Then you better stop clenching around me like you’re trying to pull me deeper. Sounds like you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much, kid.”
I shake my head even though he can’t really see it, my voice coming out in desperate, fake protests. “I’m not… I swear I’m not enjoying it. It feels awful. Please…please. Ihatehow it feels when you hit that spot.”
He does exactly what I’m begging him not to. His next thrust is deeper, faster, the angle perfect and punishing as he starts fucking me with steady, powerful strokes. Every time he drags over my prostate, I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning, turning the sound into another pathetic whimper instead.
“Fuck… Slade, stop,” I beg, voice cracking. “It hurtsright there… don’t make it worse. Don’t go harder,please…”
Slade’s hand comes down in a sharp smack on my ass, the sting blooming hot as he keeps pounding intome. “Keep telling me how much you hate it,” he growls. “Keep begging me not to go harder. I like hearing you lie through your teeth while your ass sucks me in like it never wants me to leave.”
I’m panting now, the words spilling out faster, more desperate, all of them the opposite of what my body is actually craving. “Please don’t! I’m definitelynotabout to come. I swear I’m not… it doesn’t feel good at all. Just stop before I… fuck! Please don’t make me come, Slade. I hate this. I hate how full I feel. Don’t go any harder!”
The lie tastes sweet on my tongue, and from the way Slade’s rhythm falters for half a second before he fucks me even harder, I know he’s enjoying the game just as much as I am.
