~CHRIS' POV~
I can't control my trembling as he lays down on the bed beside of me. He's
a hard person to read, because his face is completely void of all emotion.
He props himself up against the headboard of the bed, casually leaning
against the mirror of it as his eyes focus on me. I watch mesmerized as his
hand trails down his firm, muscular torso to his stiff, rigid cock that is
jutting proudly from it's nest of dark curls. Before my very eyes, he
starts to stroke it slowly.
I want to tear my eyes away. Hell, I want to run away, but I know that he
won't allow me. He paid for me, right? I am his, and he has other plans
for me.
"Suck me," he growls softly as if reading my mind.
I shiver at his words, but slowly maneuver my sore body so that I'm leaning
down and my head is between his legs. He chuckles in amusement as his hand
reaches out and caresses my back, liking the idea that my lower body is
conveniently within his reach. As I move, I realize that he has applied a
bandage to my shoulder where he bit me earlier. I don't feel sticky and
that means that he cleaned me up. I guess I should be slightly grateful to
him.
I yelp as he suddenly yanks my hair until my mouth is brushing against his
leaking cock. I guess he thought I was taking too long. I slowly lap at
it, tasting the precum that is oozing from it's thick mushroom head. I
shiver as I feel him reach under me and cup my balls, gently rolling them.
"Suck," he orders as he squeezes them.
Fuck! I lick earnestly at the hard cock, slowly taking it into my mouth,
sighing as he releases my balls. However, the sigh doesn't last long as I
feel a finger pressing into me. A unwanted moan issues from my throat as it
probes and pushes against my prostate. Fuck! I didn't mean to moan, but
for a second it had felt good.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I smile as I hear his muffled moan of pleasure as my finger pushes into him
while he sucks on my cock. His body is so sensitive to everything that I
do.
Knowing that I will come too fast if I allow him to continue sucking, I
gently pull him back up. He looks at me confused as he licks his lips. I
smile as I notice that he is blushing. I resist the urge to throw him onto
the bed and kiss him tenderly and promise him that everything will be fine
and profess my undying love for him.
Angry at myself for even thinking the impossible, I lay down and pull him
astride of me, while forcing him to bend down so that I can kiss him.
I smirk as he returns the heated kiss and slowly press two fingers into his
tight opening, causing him to buck his hips a little. Soon he is grinding
back against both fingers as he continues to kiss me.
I feel his hard cock as it rubs against my stomach, smearing the precum that
is leaking from it's tip. I feel my own rubbing against my own arm as I
finger fuck him. Damn, both of our cocks are as hard as rocks.
He's returning the kiss more vigorously. He wants this. I want this. We
both have a fire burning inside of us that needs to be quenched. We do need
each other, like it or not.
Damn, I am suppose to humiliate him and make him hate me, but I can't. My
need for him is too great, and it can't be denied much longer. I roughly
cup his hips and lift him up slightly, slowly replacing my fingers with my
aching cock. He moans, but remains perfectly still as I slowly push the
head in through the tight ring of muscles. He's not resisting. He's too
far gone for that. His head is thrown back in passion and I latch onto his
exposed throat hungrily, sucking and nibbling at it.
"Oh, Master," he whimpers, while wiggling seductively on my cock.
I can't control the possessive growl that escapes my throat. He's mine.
All mine. I thrust into him hard, completely filling him with my cock.
Marking my territory.
He starts to actually bounce up and down on it as if trying to milk my cock
with his anal muscles. Damn, he's doing a good job, too. He's so tight.
My little virgin. I'm his first and I will be his last. Fuck Trish, I will
buy him from her, and if she refuses to sell him......I'll just take him.
I grip and kneed the firm, round globes of his ass in an attempt to slow
him.
"Please, master.......," he whimpers, his voice husky and full of need.
My arms wrap around him and pull him down to me. I hold him so close to me
that it's hard to breathe.
He whimpers.
I know what he wants and I reach between our bodies and stroke his cock.
"Come for me," I whisper into his ear, gently nibbling at it.
I feel him instantly tense and fill my hand with his warm, creamy essence.
Feeling his muscles contract sends me over the edge, and I come deep inside
of him. Hell, I come so hard that I almost pass out.
Somehow, I manage to stay conscious and continue to hold him. He's still
impaled on my cock when I gently start to rock him, caressing his back until
my arms give out and I'm reluctantly forced to pull out of him and lay him
gently onto the bed.
His blue eyes stare up at me. Not with hate and contempt like before, but
with lust and desire, and the promise of love.
~CHRIS' POV~
Ok, so maybe I was wrong about him. He's not so bad. I must admit that
he's a hell of a lover.
I moan as he pulls away and walks into the bathroom and returns with a warm
washcloth that he uses to clean first me, then him.
I grin as he tosses the cloth away and crawls back onto the bed and pulls me
into his strong arms. I've never felt so safe or content.
He raises up, pulling me along with him as he reaches for the crumpled
covers at the foot of the bed. I glance back at his pillow and see a gun
stashed under it.
He turns around just in time to follow my line of sight. I try to pull away
from him, but he grips my arm tightly. I'm not sure if I like the look that
he's giving me.
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~TERRY'S POV~
I let Jeff lead me to his cabin hand in hand. He keeps turning and glancing
at me. Smiling. I love the way his little ass sways from side to side in
that thong. I can't control the grin that spreads across my face, soon my
cock will be buried deep within it.
Once inside the cabin and out of public view, I grab him and throw him onto
the bed. He giggles in amusement, but those boyish giggles won't last long.
Soon they will be replaced by screams of pain.
I turn my back to him as I lay my gun on the dresser, making sure that the
safety is on. I pull my tank top off and throw it over it, concealing it.
I strip off my shorts and lay them neatly on top of it, too.
He continues to giggle as I turn around and stalk towards the bed, my cock
swaying dangerously hard between my legs. He lays back on the bed,
spreading his lean legs for me. Good boy. You messed up my hit today, and
your ass is going to pay.
He yelps in surprise as I pin his arms to the bed by using my muscular legs.
I sit down upon his chest, smiling as I hear him gasp at my weight resting
up on his frail chest. I grip my cock and rub it across his luscious lips.
~JEFF'S POV~
OUCH! He's hurting my arms and it's hard to breathe, but I'm not exactly in
any kind of position to protest. I open my mouth reluctantly and allow the
silky head of his cock to slip inside.
I eagerly worship it with tongue, eliciting a grunt of approval from him as
he pushes it further into my mouth. Maybe he'll ease up if I give him what
he wants.
I almost gag, but manage to control the reflux. I'm having a hard time
breathing. He's so damn heavy on my chest. I try to relax my throat
muscles, but nothing is working.
I can feel my air being cut off, but I can't even raise my arms to protest.
He shoves his cock further into my mouth, bruising the back of my throat. I
look up into his eyes and realize in horror that he knows what he's doing.
He's doing it on purpose. He wants to hurt me.
He smiles at me. He fucking smiles.
God, what have I gotten myself into?
~TERRY'S POV~
I love the look of surprise and fear on his lovely face as I thrust
unmercifully into his mouth. He's having a hard time breathing judging by
the bluish color of his lips. Maybe next time he won't be so eager to talk
to strangers and mess up their hits. Maybe, he will keep that sweet mouth
of his shut.
He's squirming underneath me frantically. I lean down out of pure meanness
and pinch his nostrils together, smiling as he starts thrashing in a state
of panic.
I watch him for a second with amusement, then I raise up off him, pulling my
cock out his warm mouth and throat.
He desperately gasps for air. I smile as I roughly roll him over onto his
stomach and lift him up to all fours. I grab two pillows and stuff
them underneath his stomach, effectively raising his ass up in the air in
case he passes out.
My fingers roughly probe his dry opening causing him to squirm in
discomfort.
"Well pretty boy, you did say it was on the house," I remind him, smirking.
I feel him trembling as I spit on my cock, the only lube the little slut
needs. I ram into him hard and fast, shoving my full length into him with
one swift thrust, goring him with my cock.
He tries to scream, but his throat is too dry and bruised. Nevertheless, I
cover his mouth, silencing his pathetic screams for help.
He wanted my cock. Well, he's getting it. All of it.
I look at myself in the mirrored walls of the room. I look like a wild man
beast as I hump him unmercifully. I reach under him and smirk as I realize
that he is hard.
"No.....," he whimpers faintly.
I start to stroke him hard and fast, loving how he is squirming underneath
me. Within moments, he's splattering my hand and the pillows underneath him
with his come.
I laugh out loud as I pump faster into him, trying to go deeper. Hell, I'm
buried to the hilt inside of him, but I want to be the one who has gone
deeper inside of him. Mark him as my bitch.
He's crying. Poor baby.
"Slut," I growl as I come hard.
~JEFF'S POV~
As his seed fills me, I can't control my tears. I'm sobbing uncontrollably
and can't stop.
How could I have been so wrong about him?
Matt's right. I am a slut. I deserve everything that I get.
~TBC~
