Page 11 of Henrikk’s Game

It must have been the sedative talking. Regardless, he liked the sound of ‘sir’. He rewarded Asher by combing his hands through the general’s hair before gripping it tightly.

“Take my cock,” Henrikk demanded, his voice cold and strained with effort as he dragged Asher’s head back, forcing him to arch his back and present his ass. “Take. It.”

Asher gave a harsh cry, the sound piercing Henrikk’s being and making heat surge into his loins. It made him do something he’d avoided doing since the first time: he reached around and curled his hands over Asher’s shaft.

Another cry, this one high-pitched like a wounded animal’s.

“Are you hurt?” Henrikk asked, his grasp on Asher’s cock loosening.

“No,” Asher choked, sounding on the verge of tears before he managed to clear his throat. “It just feels good.”

Henrikk stroked his cock, one languid movement up his shaft to the bulging head. It was an impressive size, comparable to his own, and felt right in his hands.

Another hoarse cry escaped Asher’s mouth, filling Henrikk’s ears and mind, travelling down his spine and shattering inside him, breaking his self-control.

He was coming.

Fuck.

And it was too late to stop as his muscles tensed and pleasure swelled and spilled over, his cock shooting streams of cum into Asher’s ass.

In all that time, he didn’t let go of Asher’s cock.

He didn’t know why. The general’s pleasure was not his concern, and with his own pleasure abating, there was no benefit to holding it any longer.

But he kept a hold of it anyway, the girth a comfort against his palm.

And he stroked.

Asher was sobbing and moaning with each motion, begging for something he didn’t specify as Henrikk pumped his cock.

“Please…” he said through heavy, ragged breathing. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Henrikk coaxed.

“Please, I need…I need…”

You need release.

“It’s been weeks since I’ve been able to…” Asher admitted.

The realisation struck Henrikk sharply. “Weeks? My, my, General. And here I assumed you were touching yourself with naughty little thoughts of me every night.” He was still hard, and he bucked forward, letting Asher feel his cock in his ass.

The general’s face scrunched up in response. “I tried. I can’t…”

Henrikk bit back a smile, tempted to stand and leave Asher to deal with his erection alone.

I’d be leaving him with blue balls if he cannot orgasm.

So, so tempting.

But several weeks were a long time.

Henrikk wasn’t entirely sure why, but he decided to stay and finish the job.

His grip tightened on Asher’s cock, and he folded forward, his chest and stomach flush with Asher’s back. “You’re going to come for me, General,” Henrikk explained in an authoritative voice, pumping him faster and harder. “You’re going to come right here, right now.”

Asher’s breathing grew more ragged.