“Again,” he says, bossy as ever, and a surge of warmth spreads through me. My endorphins flow, soothing my frayed nerves and invigorating my senses. Adam whimpers something unintelligible, so I ease him backwards and dig my fingers into his curls. With one hand guiding his hip and the other tugging on his hair, my control is much better.
“You like that, slut?” I murmur as I roll my hips to punch in deeper. He’s relaxed enough to take it now, and he does.
“Mmmmmnh,” he moans. Shoulders bunching, muscles rippling and shivering like horseflesh, he’s a strapping young colt in need of breaking. “Right there,” he says, pushing out his ass like a beautiful whore.
“Here?” I ask, deliberately missing.
“No, right…” He writhes on my cock, attempting to chase the sensation, and I let him be cute about it for a minute.
“Here?” I ask, thrusting in deep.
“Ohmygodyes, Cassius. Please. Right there.”
“You know how you look right now, Adam?”
He shakes his head, curls shifting in my hand. He’s so gone he can barely speak.
“You look like a slutty little bottom boy who would do any number of things I tell him just to have this dick inside him. That’s a powerful hold I have over you.”
“Yeah.” He spreads his knees and lunges backward to get my cock deeper inside him, his heavy balls slapping against my own. I reach down to tug on his scrotum and he gasps. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he swears.
“I bet I could invite a few bikers over here and tell you to suck them off and you would, if you knew you’d be getting this dick afterward.”
“I would,” he assures me with a nod. “I’d suck them all, Cassius. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m going to have to keep an even closer eye on you now, because dumb sluts like you go looking for trouble once you know what’s out there.”
“I’m only a dumb slut for you.Ohhhhhh…”
His asshole spasms like he’s going to come, and I pull out so fast he gasps. “Turn the fuck over,” I say severely, and he shoulder rolls onto his back. The loss of his slick heat irritates me, that he could have the power to deny me, even for a few seconds. “Wait for me, Adam.”
He nods, looking a little fearful, and it sends a tremor of arousal all the way to the tip of my wet dick. “Lift up,” I order, and he bends his legs at the knee. I push his thighs wider apart, until he feels the strain in his adductors. His sphincter is loose and swollen, gaping like a ruby red mouth begging to be stuffed full. I line up and surge into him again.
“Open your mouth,” I order and stop thrusting until he’s done so. I gather the saliva that’s pooled at the back of my throat and spit on him, getting only a little past his parted lips. He swallows it down without any instruction. Meanwhile, my spittle is strewn across his face like an unholy desecration. Amid the churning of passions and adrenaline, one sentiment rises to the surface. “You’re mine now, Adam.If I find you looking for dick elsewhere, you know what I’m going to do to you?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head forcefully.
“I’ll tie you up and force-feed you lard until all you can wear are relaxed-fit jeans.”
“Bastard,” he says but his eyes are glazed and unfocused, scooting his ass along the bed to ride my dick from below.
“I’ll chop off all your limbs so that all you’ll be able to do is roll over and take a dick up your ass. And you will.” The idea of it appeals to me. Adam, more helpless than he’s ever been, bedridden and unable to leave my room. He’ll need me to do absolutely everything for him—feed him, bathe him, console him—and he’ll be dependent on me entirely.
“Please, Cassius, don’t stop. Feels so good.”
He tightens up around me again. His dick pulses like he’s about to shoot, so I slap him hard across his face to shock him out of it, but it has the opposite effect. Adam howls and spurts in a violent eruption, narrowly missing my eye but catching my cheek. Part of it drips into my mouth, and I find I don’t mind the taste of him.
“Whoops,” he says with a shit-eating grin, not sorry at all.
“Now you’ve done it.”
I take hold of his thighs and thrust into his smooth, supple body until my balls ache with the thundering release and the skin of my dick is rubbed raw. I think of his tender hole being hammered into submission. I think of peeling his skin from his tissues to see the beautiful webbing of muscle and tendon, ripping apart those tight abs and fucking his soft insides, cracking his ribs to watch his thunderous heart beating. My vision blurs as the first wave of pleasure hits me, then another. It’s a spectacular orgasm, richer and far more textured than any I can remember. I like coating his insides. I want his entire digestive tract glazed by my cum. I should put him on a diet of strictly semen.
After my initial ecstasy fades, I find myself still buried deep inside his warm lushness. He’s trapped in the position I’ve placed him, waiting patiently for me to come down. I tease my cock out slowly to make the biggest mess possible in my wake. I watch my seed drip from his abused hole like a drooling, concussed prizefighter and wait for the cold dread to descend, as it often does after I finish inside a man, but there is only a pleasant hum of waning adrenaline, reinforced by Adam’s dumbstruck smile.
“That was gooooood,” he says with the contented rumble of a happy pet. He opens his arms wide. “Cuddle time.”
“You’re fucking filthy,” I say, then retrieve a few wipes from the nightstand to clean him off. I toss the used ones on the floor to be dealt with later. Adam has greatly diminished my standards for cleanliness.
