Page 58 of Henrikk’s Secret

He slid his tongue up Asher’s shaft one more time and then swallowed him whole—at least, he tried to. Less than half the length was in his mouth, the bulging head hitting his throat, making him gag. Try as he might, he couldn’t take any more.

He drew back, repeating the motion, sucking the head hard before trying again.

Henrikk’s head bobbed down again. He managed half the length, at most, before he gagged and had to draw back.

Asher’s eyes were barely open to slits, but he gave a lopsided grin. “Good effort.”

“Sod off.”

Henrikk returned to dutifully sucking Asher’s cock. The task demanded his full attention, and it gave him a begrudging appreciation for all the men and women he’d put through the ordeal. It was much more difficult than he’d thought it would be, and he had to resign himself to doing the best that he could.

It didn’t look like he’d be deep-throating Asher any time soon.

Except Asher had other plans. After several minutes, the general became demanding, grasping his hair and pushing his head down until he choked.

“That’s it,” he praised as Henrikk drew back spluttering. “Back on my cock.”

Henrikk bent down obediently, hoping Asher would go easy on him.

He did not. Another slow slide, his heavy cock resting on his tongue as it plundered deeper to impact Henrikk’s throat.

He gagged again, but this time, Asher held him in place.

“Stay.”

Henrikk’s hands clutched at Asher’s arms, trying to push himself off, but to no avail. A few seconds later, the gagging settled, but he felt the strong urge to cough.

“Good man,” Asher said. “Well done.”

Tears pricked Henrikk’s eyes. He hadn’t made much progress, barely taking half of Asher’s cock. He thought it might gradually get easier, but he was wrong, his body on the verge of retching at the slightest touch.

“Another inch,” Asher coaxed, his grip relaxing slightly as he played with Henrikk’s hair, twisting it in his fingers. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

Henrikk was sure he’d once said those words himself, with someone else on the receiving end of his sharp tongue and stiff cock.

“Hmm?” Asher prompted.

Henrikk wanted to be honest and say ‘no’, but he knew that the correct answer was ‘yes’. And he very much wanted to please Asher.

He nodded carefully, conscious of the massive dick lodged down his throat.

“I can’t hear you,” Asher said.

Henrikk glanced up, blinking away tears as he glared at the general.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Asher raised an eyebrow, his previous words echoing in Henrikk’s mind:

You can deal it out, but you can’t take it, can you?

Henrikk vowed to prove him wrong. Holding Asher’s gaze, he slid down another inch. Or maybe it was less than that. A centimetre. A fucking millimetre.

But in any case, he lowered his head, and there was a brief moment where time stood still, the air shimmering with tension like the calm before the storm. A groan broke out from Asher’s throat, a thrilling sound that rumbled through Henrikk and heated his core with molten arousal.

And then he jerked back, teetering back to land on his ass as he choked and retched. He didn’t throw up, thankfully, but it was a close thing, with bile stinging the back of his throat. He wiped a teary eye and looked up to find Asher standing before him, his eyes dark and unreadable as they studied him. Asher shuffled closer, pumping his cock and aiming it at Henrikk’s mouth.

“Continue,” Asher instructed.