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A Warm Place -- FDM + Sparrow

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Flaming Dead Man

Planetoid
Joined
Jun 29, 2011
Location
In a hole, deep beneath the earth's crust.
Alexander was a cute little thing. He knew it, and he flaunted the fuck out of it. He kept his skin smooth and even wore a little eyeliner to make his eyes pop a bit better. He had silky, bleach-blond hair that hung down past his shoulders in a nearly feminine fashion. He wore tight clothing to accentuate his round little ass and his somewhat thick thighs; he loved that he was so feminine and could pull off wearing corsets and all sorts of women’s lingerie, which he paid a few high schoolers to buy for him (usually in the form of a blowjob or a sexy masturbation show while wearing the clothes). He was popular and — even at the age of fourteen — well known for his slutty ways. He kept his ass protected, however; he wanted to save it for the right person. He’d gotten a few piercings against his parents’ wishes: tongue, two in his lip, his eyebrow, nipples, and even a few on his junk. The guy he went to for them was really sexy and a pedophile, so it was super easy to get them for free.

If there was anyone he enjoyed flirting with most, it was his father. It was deliciously tantalizing to make his father want what he couldn’t have, and he had a feeling his mother knew what was going on, but was too afraid to say anything about it. He made himself out like a daddy’s boy, always trying to get his father’s lap and being sure to give him a kiss on the lips before bed, even if he had to sneak it or force it. He liked to bend over for his father to offer a good few of his wide, young hips and thighs, and he liked to tease the man with bananas and popsicles. He’d considered actually fucking the man and he thought it might be fun, but he never actually crossed that line himself. It was too much fun being an object of obsession to make it a real thing.

His parents knew he was gay, just as he’d known for ages. He was kissing other boys when he was growing up and he always had a thing for cute things and hair products. He even brought home a ‘boyfriend’ on occasion, with whom he’d tease his father. It was fun to ‘give up’ the privilege of his father’s lap to steal his boy-toy’s instead, and even more fun to coax the boy into snogging or feeling him up on the couch. He timed his father’s homecoming from work to find one of his boy-toy’s between his legs with their cocks out and lips locked. He came right as he looked his father in the eyes. It was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever experienced.

It did mean that he wasn’t allowed any ‘company’ for a while, but the way his father handled his boy-toy, that day, was just too fucking much. He kept on the couch as his father tossed the kid out, and even tempted the man by continuing to play with his cock in plain sight; maybe if he put on a sexy enough face and arched his back just right…

“Hey, Daddy…” he whispered in a husky little tone. He’d developed pretty quickly, but his voice was reluctant to cooperate; it still cracked on occasion, especially when he was excited.
 
George had spend the last few years in a state of almost constant arousal regarding his slut of a son. He was constantly tempted by his teasing, and often took it out on the woman that had given birth to the boy. Night after night, it was right in his face, the thing he desired but didn't believe he could have. He was getting sick of it.

So when he saw the sight offered to him, lips and cocks pressed together, something in him cracked. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol running through his system, but his reasons for not doing what he so dearly wanted to do were growing faint, unimportant. The boyfriend was given a rather unceremonious dismissal, literally thrown out of the door with no opportunity to make himself decent. George stood there, staring menacingly, until the boy was gone, before going back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

He might not have gone through with it even then, if Alex had had the sense to make himself decent, to remove himself from sight. But why would he think to do so? Nothing had resulted of his teasing so far, after all. He walked over to the the boy, standing above him, staring down at him with an almost blank expression.

"Hey, Alex."

He reached down, gripping the boy by the hair and pulling him to his feet. He began to drag him towards his room, tugging harshly at any signs of struggle. He'd had enough of this shit, and it was about time he fucked his pretty little son if he liked it or not. He shoved the boy into the room, a vicious grin appearing on his face. He slammed the door behind him, looking over at him.

"It's about time you found out what happens to fuckin teases."
 
Alexander grinned seductively up to his father as he came over. He had no idea what was going through the man’s mind, but he seriously doubted his father would do anything to progress the situation. He licked his lip, stroking a bit faster.

The sudden grip had him wide-eyed and in genuine shock.

Alex hadn’t even really realized what was being done to him until he hit the floor. “Nh, D-Dad..!” One hand attempted to hold his pants up, the other reached up toward his father’s grasp. It fucking hurt; he hadn’t expected anything like this. He whined and sobbed, wondering what was going to happen to him. Each tug at his hair drew a sharp cry from his lungs and the final slam of the door behind them left him trembling in horror.

He crawled away, against the farthest wall, and stared up a his father. His cock was still exposed through the open zipper of his pants, still somewhat aroused. His father’s comment helped that appendage, making it twitch rather obviously as life was pumped into it.

“I-I’m a virgin..!” he attempted, his voice cracking halfway through the word. He didn’t want to be broken, but he knew better than to think he could stop this. Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted it to. The more he stared up at the man, the more he thought about the taboo behind it and the idea that his father would be mounting him — violently, even — the more excited he became.

He couldn’t let him see that, however.

He swallowed thickly and shut his eyes tight, bracing himself for whatever his father might ‘throw’ at him. His heart was still racing his palms were sweating with fear; still, his cock was rising steadily.

It wasn’t like his attraction to his father was a secret, anyway; he had cum to the man’s face rather blatantly, after all, not to mention all the teasing… The violence was something else, however. He had a few favorites that would fuck his mouth mercilessly after tying him to something. A couple of them even let him call them ‘Daddy’. They were the best ‘fuck’s he ever had, so far.

He hoped Daddy was that rough.
 
For some reason, George wasn't inclined to believe that. He had walked in on them doing pretty much everything but full sex, after all. Sure, there was a possibility that Alex was still a virgin, maybe he teased them as much as he did his father. But the man didn't care much either way. The boy's prick was coming once again to it's full size, and for a few moments, he stared at it, grinning hungrily.

He pulled down his pants, freeing his own quickly hardening shaft. His size was quite impressive, seeming far too large to fit inside the small boy. But no matter, he would make it fit. He gave a low, lusting growl as he moved forward, grabbing his boy around the neck, finding immense pleasure in being able to fit his hand around most of it. He pulled the boy up by the tight frip, dragging him over to the bed and tossing him down face first upon it.

There was no foreplay, no real warning or stretching. He held him down with one hand, leaning in to spit on the boy's entrance and rubbing it in. He slipped in a couple of his rough fingers to get it inside. This lasted only a few seconds before he pulled them away, and pressed his hard, throbbing cock against the hole. He gave a few rough grinds, letting loose noises of frustration until, with a particularly forceful thrust, he pushed past the resistance and slid in to the hilt.

After years of fucking the boy's loose whore of a mother, the tightness was overwhelming, and he began to buck his hips wildly as a rather explosive orgasm rocked his body. He let out a noise that was practically a howl of pleasure, continuing to thrust hard, deep and fast even as his orgasm faded. He intended to fuck his new little toy till his balls ran dry.
 
Alexander squirmed a bit as he heard his father’s pace being unfastened. He both wanted to look to see what his father’s cock was like and was also scared to do so; he didn’t want to know what to expect or it could cause his already pounding heart to explode. He did look, however, as he was grabbed around his neck. He coughed, gazing up at his father with a newfound innocence; he was growing more and more scared by the moment, enough so that he was genuinely starting to lose a bit of his arousal. What if his father tried to kill him? He swallowed under the grasp and his gaze fell to the cock all too close to his face.

Oh fuck, it was huge..!

He released a soft whimper, choked by his compressed throat, and was quickly dragged to the bed. He attempted to pull at the hand on his neck, struggling and squirming, until he was thrown onto the mattress. He tried to roll over, but his father’s hand came too quickly. He cried out as his hole was wetted and again as the fingers suddenly pressed inside it. It was too painful. He shut his eyes and clenched his jaws, gripping the bedding tightly. He didn’t even get a chance to get used to the fingers before they pulled away. He was relieved.

Until he felt his father’s huge cock pressing against the sensitive ring.

It kept pushing and pushing until it suddenly pushed past and into his cavity. A deep shudder swept through his body as he felt himself tear. As his father fucked him, he remained mostly silent, trembling from the mixture of pain and pleasure. He could feel a bit of blood and cum dripping down across his thighs and into his pants.

This certainly wasn’t how he envisioned his first fuck. His ass throbbed, yet his own prick was still hard and dripping of precum. He both wanted his father to stop, and to fuck him twice as hard. His conflicting emotions confused him, but the pleasure was slowly winning him over.

Even still, he pretended to be scared and in pain, egging his father on, that way. He tried to pull away a few times, tried to roll over and smack back at his father, begging him to stop, using the name ‘Daddy’ at ever chance he got. He even cried a little.
 
Somehow, every little thing Alex did only made him hornier. The struggles, and especially the use of the word 'Daddy reminded him just how forbidden this act was. And he loved every second of it. His thrusts were hard and deep, his balls slapping against the boy's ass with each one. He was pretty sure he came more times in that night than he had in the last month, fucking his son as long as he could, filling him with the very seed that had created him.

His cock and balls both ached in a strangely satisfactory way by the time he was finished, and he slowed to a stop, panting heavily. He only wished he was younger so that he could have gone longer, but there were definite limits for his old, tired body. He ground his hips into the boy a few more times before pulling out, watching the cum and blood leak from the broken hole. The sight brought a sick grin to his face, and he slowly leaned in to whisper into Alex's ear.

"Tell anyone about this and next time I'll choke you with it."

He wrapped his arms around Alex's waist, grunting as he lifted him and tossed him unceremoniously over his shoulder. He took the boy to his own room, dumping him on the bed. He slammed the door behind him after he left, heading into his room and staring at the bed. Of course, there was a good chance that the boy's mother would know without being told. There was blood and cum all over the sheets, and just cleaning them wasn't a particularly viable option. He had not done many of the chores in the house for the last few years, and that alone would be suspicious. More so, perhaps, would be his complete and utter lack of interest in her tonight. Sure, he could pretend that he was interested, but if he managed to get her into bed, he couldn't summon a hard-on if she was the most beautiful woman on earth, and she most definitely wasn't.

".....Shit..." He ran a hand through his hair, pulling his pants on. There was still too much alcohol in his system for him to think of anything. But, he thought viciously, so what if she knew? She was a cowed woman, he had proven his dominance many times. He imagined this time, she might put up a bit more of a fight, it was her son, after all, rather than herself. But he would just refresh her memory on what her place was in this family.

With that thought in mind, he casually walked into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer.
 
The vigorous, painful fucking gave Alexander some of the best orgasms he’d had so far. As tie went on, his struggling wavered between light — mixed with mewls of pleasure — and thrashing, crying out for his father (or ‘Daddy’) to stop. Of course, he definitely didn’t want him to stop. His hole was stretched considerably, his own prick aching with the effort of trying to keep up, and yet he only wanted more. He was exhausted and incredibly sore by the time his father stopped, yet his own youthful prick was still hard and begging for him to continue. He had a bit of hope when he felt him grinding into him, again, unable to help a soft whimper when he pulled out.

He loved that he still felt full when his father’s cock was freed. The wet sensations inside him made it hard not to squirm in delight. He’d never felt so delicious, not even when he was sucking cock and he got a good load in his throat. Still horny, he was tempted to go out and get a bit of said load; with his virginity gone, he considered finally fucking one of his playmates, as well. The teasing was good and all, but a great fuck like the one his father game him was just so much better.

Unbeknownst to his father, the threat only increased his desires, and gave him a few ideas. He thought he might tell a couple of the boys (as it wasn’t like they’d believe him anyway); maybe it’d make them jealous and feel the need to claim him or something. Besides, if his father found out, he’d get the man’s cock in his throat, just the way he liked. He already began to have fantasies about his father fucking him in one end and one of his fuck-buddies fucking the other. Oh, what if they were both rough with him, too? He gave a little moan just as he was hefted over his father’s shoulder (such perfect timing), squirming slightly; why did the man have to be so deliciously cruel?

He gave another groan as he was tossed to the bed, flinching as the door slammed; he finally grinned when he was alone. He clapped a hand over his mouth, the other quickly moving to grip his prick so he could get rid of his lingering stiffness. He was an expert at keeping quiet, even when he was writhing and bucking with pleasure. He came one last time, then grabbed a towel from his hamper to wipe himself up. He changed closed, prettied himself, then climbed out his window so he could head downtown.

He went right to the house of one of his classmate’s; he was older than Alex by a few years and sexy as fuck, by his standards. They’d messed around a few times and he was sure the boy would be delighted to hear that he was willing to fuck, though he was unsure if he’d believe who he’d lost his virginity to, and especially unsure as to how he’d react. He’d already regained his lump by the time he was knocking on the door and couldn’t help but put on an expression of need. His mother knew he was a whore — thanks to having walked in on one of Alex’s infamous blowjobs and having ignored it despite his continuation — thus he didn’t bother hiding how badly he wanted to be fucked as he waited for someone to answer the door.
 
Byron was the one to open the door, chewing idly on a slice of pizza. He hadn’t expected to see Alex, but it was most definitely a pleasant surprise. He knew the look in the younger boy’s eyes well, and he felt his cock rising to life at the sight. He grinned, stuffing the last of the food in his mouth and pulling Alex inside. He dragged him quickly to his room, all but slamming the door shut and pressing the boy up against it.

Many times he had attempted to convince Alex to let him fuck him, but he had been denied every time. Still, he couldn’t help but push the matter, Alex’s mouth was fine and all, wondrous, even, but he was sure that ass would be even better. He ground their hips together roughly, not bothering to quiet his moan. His mother was home, but she also didn’t seem to give a fuck. Byron had boys over all the time, most of them quite a bit younger than himself, and even he wasn’t legal, though he was damn near fully grown. The bitch complained sometimes, especially when his fuck toys left limping, but she was easily manipulated ever since his father had left.

“Do I get some of that ass tonight or what?”
 
Alexander grinned as he was pulled inside, all the way to Byron’s bedroom, and he moaned as he was pushed back against the slammed door. He shifted his hips toward the boy, writhing against the wood as he slid his hands across his chest. Fuck, he was so sexy; everything about him, from his looks to his actions, were nearly irresistible. Even he found it a miracle that he hadn’t given into Byron’s persistence, yet.

“…Maybe…” His fingers hooked into Byron’s pants and he moaned again. “My Daddy fucked me…” He grinned as the words spilled from his throat. His tongue glided across his upper lip as he gazed up toward him with amused lust and his fingers dipped further into his pants to touch at Byron’s cock. “…I wonder if you fuck better than he does…”

He arched his back, hands moving under his own shirt, instead, slowly lifting it as his fingers sought his nipples. He was impatient and desperate, nearly to the point of ripping both of their clothing off so he could feel a cock deep inside him for a second time. “Nnh, fuck me, Byron,” he pled, slipping down to press his face into the boy’s groin, licking and biting at the fabric as his hands pulled it away at his back and sides.

He’d never been so horny in his life.
 
Byron felt a little twinge of jealousy as he heard those words. He didn’t entirely believe them, though; not in a literal sense, at least. Alex quite often asked to call Byron ‘daddy,’ which he allowed. He was also quite a bit of a slut, Byron was well aware he fucked around with other guys. He figured it was just one of them, another ‘daddy.’ It was a shame, however, if he wasn’t going to be the one to take that ass for the first time; a damn shame. His thoughts were easily distracted from this jealousy, however, as he felt the boy’s hand at his cock, the organ twitching lightly under the touch. And a moment later the boy was asking for it, genuinely begging for a cock up his ass.

Byron grinned widely, allowing the attention at his crotch to continue for a few moments before he pulled him away, tugging at his pants. He pulled them away, then grabbed at the boy, lifting him up again and turning him around, pressing him against the door and all but ripping the boy’s clothes off him. He grinned widely at the sight, though another twinge of jealousy ran through him at the same time. The boy’s ass was obviously not far from its first fucking, red and likely quite tender.

But no matter, it just meant he would have to fuck him that much harder. He didn’t bother with lube, Alex had liked everything else rough, and Byron didn’t see why this would be any different. He shoved into him, groaning loudly and starting to pump his hips viciously. The boy was fucking delicious, and he was glad he’d had plenty of experience, or he probably wouldn’t have lasted very long. He gave a breathless chuckle as his thrusts became hard enough to make the boy bang repeatedly against the door, knowing his mother must surely be able to hear it. He knew exactly what her expression would look like, and it only made him more excited.
 
A sharp chill ran down Alexander’s spine as he was flipped and disrobed; the motions took ages, it seemed, and he couldn’t keep himself from lightly humping the door in the few moments it took for Byron to actually enter him. He was still lubricated from before, though only a bit; Byron’s cock was still hard to take, though only that much more delicious for it. He clawed at the door a bit, arching his hips to make Byron’s fucking that much easier. The first thrust brought a pleasured squeal from him, and the rest carried heated moans. He loved the sound of the door in tandem with his body; the whole act felt almost as dirty as it had with his father, and his body craved only more abuse from the comparison.

“Nnh,” he voiced, turning his lust-filled expression toward his fuck-buddy, his few words squeaked from desire, “Daddy..! M-make it hu-rt..!” He felt very much as if a seal had been broken, that he’d been emptied of something and desperately needed to be refilled. He needed it fast, hard, and as rough as Byron could make it, and he also doubted that Byron would be his last ‘stop’. He didn’t know Byron to be as torturous as some of his ‘friends’, and a part of his mind had already moved on to a piercer whom he was certain would enjoy making him scream his pleads to be allowed release, just as he always did. Except, of course, this time he’d get to have a nice, hot cock in him while he did it.

Ah, yes… That man. He’d gladly be his bitch for the rest of his life.

Or his real daddy’s. Either way was fine by him, so long as he got the proper abuse.

“Mn-fuckme!”
 
Byron fucked the boy for as long as his stamina would allow, taking his hole roughly, loudly and on as many surfaces he could manage. He considered taking Alex out into the lounge, making his mother watch, but couldn't be bothered with the idea that she might actually balls up for once and do something about it. Of course, as much as he fucked the boy, it probably wasn't enough for Alex's newly found appetite. But of course, Byron wasn't the only one willing to fuck him.

The piercer, Derrick, was more than happy to see his little fuck-toy on his doorstep. He answered the door with a glass of whiskey in hand, and a cigarette hanging from his lips, which he managed to keep in place as he took a sizable sip from his drink. He smirked as he looked down at Alex, looking over his body appreciatively. "Well if it isn't my little slut." He shifted, heading back inside, expecting Alex to follow and close the door behind him.

He liked it when the boy came over, it was hard to find someone so willing to take the abuse he so enjoyed dishing out; not to mention he was certainly something to look at. Because of this, he was willing to go with the condition that there not be any full sex, and what he did have was plenty in any case. He lowered himself onto the couch, watching Alex as he came over. His smirk widened when he saw the light limp in the boy's walk, and he began to suspect.

"Been busy, hm?"
 
Alexander let Byron wear himself out; it left his ass sore and his body exhausted, but it still wasn’t enough. Lingering bits of lust and caused him to partially snuggle with the boy, continuing his hungry kisses and squirming until he’d calmed down enough to stop. He showered, casting Byron’s mother an innocent little smile when he passed her, fixed himself up, then headed off to see Derrick. It was a bit hard to walk, his body not quite wanting to pull the way it should, but that didn’t hinder his desire in the least. He showed up on his piercer’s doorstep with that same innocent smile.

The scent of Derrick’s whiskey and cigarette were always welcome to Byron. He’d come to deeply appreciate them, associating them with the pleasure the man was simply so good at offering. Already, his prick was pressing to the inside of his pants, but he knew better than to act out in this man’s presence. He followed him inside and shut the door as was his duty, taking to his knees before Derrick’s feet when the man came to rest. The desire for abuse was practically bleeding from him as he knelt there.

A very small giggle escaped him at the question and he squirmed with anticipation, eyes dancing between Derrick’s face and his groin. “…It’s my daddy’s fault…” The words were nearly whispered. Alexander wouldn’t dare call another of his fuck-buddies ‘daddy’ within Derrick’s range of hearing. “…I think I can fit you, now…” Alex squirmed a little more, biting his lip as he leaned forward slightly. Alex really was a small thing, petite in every way. And, despite all the sex he’d engaged in already, the walking had helped to tighten him back up a bit. Not that it mattered; Derrick’s cock was huge compared to the others. He’d imagined having that thing filling him for ages, and now he was only incredibly anxious. He had a feeling he wouldn’t want to leave, after this.
 
Such a well-trained little thing the boy was, Derrick did so enjoy seeing him kneeling before him, in such a perfect position for certain things. He grinned, feeling his crotch stirring at the sight, knowing what was to come. It was certainly better than the rather boring night he’d had planned for himself. He couldn’t help but notice the anticipation seeping from the boy, and his length responded further to the fact. He waited patiently, however, for the boy to finish speaking; he loved making Alex wait, especially when he was so excited.

He thought over the information as he finished the last few swallows of his drink before setting it aside and looking down at him. He moved casually, reaching to stroke at the boy’s face, the gentle action belying what was surely to come. “Your Daddy, huh?” He gave a low chuckle, “I guess he got sick of all your teasing.” Of course, the second piece of information was far more interesting. It was basically permission, after all.

He pulled his hand away, not showing any hint of his own excitement. “Get me hard, boy, then we’ll talk.” He shifted back, getting himself comfortable and looking down at Alex expectantly. The boy was excellent with both his hand and his mouth, and he wanted a little taste of that before moving onto more new and exciting things. Besides, it was a great way to draw out the boy’s ‘agony.’
 
Alexander shivered with such a gentle touch coming from such a torturous man. He couldn’t help a small, almost pleading little moan when the touch left him, following it slightly before he was given orders.

He didn’t hesitate, having been waiting for such a command since he’d stepped over the threshold. He bit back a wide grin and moved himself between Derrick’s legs. His hands slide from his knees to his groin, following his inner thigh, and his mouth was quick to follow. As his hands stroked across Derrick’s lap, his mouth gently bit and moaned against the growing flesh beneath clothing. His lips worked their way up to the zipper until he could get the tab between his teeth. He stared up toward Derrick’s gaze as he pulled it open, his expression anxious and hungry.
 
Derrick gave a soft noise as the boy began, watching with lust clear in his eyes. He would certainly enjoy himself tonight. He grinned as the boy’s mouth came up against his groin, and shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable. He took a deep drag of his cigarette as the boy began to undo his pants, ashing it before reaching down to free himself. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and obviously he could have waited for Alex to do it, but he was getting hard enough to be uncomfortable in the restricting fabric.

He always enjoyed the look on Alex’s face when he saw the size of his cock. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was still an impressive sight. It was quite amazing that the small boy was able to wrap his lips around it, even more so that he managed to take it into his hot, tight throat. Just another reason he’d been so willing to go with the ‘no sex’ rule. His gaze remained expectant, and it was fairly obvious what he wanted the boy to do.
 
Alexander didn’t think much on the fact that he didn’t get to free Derrick’s cock; he was far too distracted by the fact that it WAS freed, and so very close to his lips. He gave a soft sigh and shifted forward a bit further, his tongue pushing across the tip of Derrick’s cock before his lips encompassed it. Even when it wasn’t at full mast, it was a mouthful. He didn’t hesitate to start swallowing, knowing that the longer he took, the harder it would become to fit it in his throat. It would hurt like a bitch, as always, and there was risk of suffocation, but it only made him that much more eager. He took the entirety of the cock into his maw quickly, holding his breath as his lips and tongue worked near the base.

It didn’t take long for his body to start to panic, but he fought it, focusing on carefully beginning to shift back and forth. His movements were small, at first, slowing working the cock back out of his throat so he could take a deep breath and suck it right back in. Already, by the second time he had to pull back, his breathing was raspy from the minor tissue damage. Still, he didn’t seem to mind it a bit. He was eager as always to continue, making the shaft as wet as he could at every chance to ease the sliding and make the experience more pleasurable for Derrick.

Despite the lack of oxygen causing his brain to partially go into sleep mode, he refused to even slow until Derrick said to. He aimed to be the perfect little fuck toy; everyone’s favorite.
 
Derrick didn’t bother to hold back his noises of pleasure as he watched his cock disappear into Alex’s throat. The hole was incredibly tight, and he got a certain sadistic pleasure from knowing just how much it must hurt the boy to fit it in there. He could barely speak afterwards, especially if he got rough, as he often did. He allowed the boy to go for a few minutes, nice and hard by that point, before pausing him, gripping him by the hair and holding him just out of reach of his length.

He kept him there for a few moments, letting him get some of his breath back, before rather suddenly pushing him back down, burying himself into that tight, wet throat and holding him there tightly. He held the boy until his body left him no choice but to fight for air; quite impressed with how much longer he managed to resist now compared to when he had first done this.

“Good boy…”

He let him go, giving him a few moments to recover, idly stroking himself as he watched the boy. “Strip.” He sat back once more, sinking comfortably into the seat to watch. It was always an interesting show, the boy was so eager to please. Derrick had a number of fuck-toys, but none seemed to be quite as delicious as Alex. He was glad he’d finally be able to have all of him. The thought, combined with the sight of the disrobing boy in front of him, caused his cock to twitch lightly, a small bead of pre-cum forming on the head.
 
Pulled free, Alexander panted heavily, his breath lined with soft, raspy moans and tiny squeaks. He was trembling, trying to regain proper consciousness and to work past the throbbing pain Derrick’s cock left in his throat. He felt like he’d swallowed a watermelon, and he loved it. He mistakenly — in his breathless stupor — thought Derrick was done, ready to move on. For this reason, he was rather shocked when he was suddenly re-penetrated. He didn’t fight, however, coaxing himself to relax as he was suffocated once more.

He gazed up at Derrick, his eyes filled with lust and insatiable hunger. He managed to fight his need for oxygen for some time before it won over and he reluctantly began to squirm, growing desperate despite knowing Derrick wouldn’t let him die. He couldn’t help but gasp heavily when he was released, trying to keep himself from falling back or blacking out for longer than a few seconds.

He started to come back around just in time to hear his next command, and again he acted immediately. Still not quite fully conscious, he focused entirely on his actions. He lifted his hips, first, balancing himself with his hands on Derrick’s knees. He hummed, giving a slightly dazed, innocent smile as he rose fully, hands sliding across his own legs to lift the edge of his shirt across his stomach in a slow, teasing fashion. While one hand continued to rise — slipping under his shirt to touch his shoulder beneath before gliding slowly across his bare chest, the other slipped into the front of his tented pants. He gave a little, dry moan as he fondled himself, swaying his hips slightly for a moment to draw attention to his slender torso. One more little flash of his smile and he gripped the his shirt by the shoulders to pull it over his head and drop it off to the side.

He noticed the little bead of precum on his Master’s cock and he shivered, distracting himself for just a moment before focusing, again.

His hands pressed to his bare chest, just above his nipples, and he lightly pulled his fingertips down across his abs and over the front of his pants to hook his thumbs behind his belt. He rolled his hips out toward Derrick as he did it, drawing attention to the little tent between his fingers. He swayed his hips as he began to undo the belt, taking a step forward…

…So that when he turned and began to pull away his pants, his Master had a good, within-reach view of his ass. He stared over his shoulder, then let the pants drop to the floor, leaving him standing naked, sans his shoes and the cloth around his ankles.
 
That smile, somehow so innocent despite all the things the boy did, made him want to do all sorts of things. But of course, he never let it show just how much that little expression tempted him. He simply watched as the boy began to strip, his movements teasing, tempting and delicious. But he kept himself seated, simply stroking himself lightly as the bead of pre-cum continued to grow till it began to drip down the side.

He couldn’t help but notice the lump in Alex’s pants, but he was more interested in something else. Luckily, that thing was presented to him quite lusciously. The boy’s ass had obviously been ravaged; it was red, raw, but most importantly, clean. If it hadn’t been for the boy’s shower earlier he would have been sent off to have one now. Derrick wasn’t a fan of sloppy seconds.

As it was, there was really no reason to resist, so without warning, he gripped the boy’s hips, pulling him back into his lap. A quick readjustment had him slipping into Alex’s already abused hole. It was a shame he couldn’t have been the first, but in all likelihood if he had, he would have ripped the boy in two, and he was still far tighter than a lot of Derrick’s other fuck buddies.

He held onto the petite body tightly as he shifted, rolling over so the boy was underneath him, wanting the leverage. One hand gripped the boy’s hips with a bruisingly tight grip, while the other steadied himself on the couch. He leaned in, finding the soft flesh of Alex’s shoulder with his teeth and biting harshly as he began to roll his hips, quickly coming to the point where he was pounding roughly into the boy.
 
Alexander released a small, dry squeal as he was pulled in. He hadn’t expected to be penetrated so quickly, so used to being teased and tormented; it just seemed so… easy. Not that he could complain: his mind was swiftly distracted by the stretching of his ass around an object far-too-large to be put there. The squeal quickly became a hitched, broken moan as he leaned back toward Derrick to angle that massive cockhead against his sensitive tissue. He was so distracted, in fact, that he hardly noticed the repositioning, thus making it incredibly easy for his Master to pin him. He was only brought back to full consciousness when Derrick began to move, each thrust inward bringing forth a spiked note of pleasure until the movements were simply too fast to keep up with.

Sex with his father was great.

Sex with Byron was fantastic.

…But this..?

He felt quite like he’d slipped into a dream; he was right in his assumption that he wouldn’t want to leave after Derrick’s cock finally pierced him. He felt totally owned and dirty, as if he only existed to pleasure the man atop him. He arched his back to make sure Derrick had the best access, his hitched breaths and moans mixed with whispered remnants of his Master’s name and words of gratitude. The man was too good to him, and now he, himself, was unsure why he waited so long. So what if going directly to Derrick would’ve meant being torn and bloodied? It happened anyway, so why not such a tender place, as well?
 
The boy was delicious, he gave gruff, muffled moans as he rammed his cock into the boy’s tight hole. The grip his teeth had on the boy’s shoulder gradually tightened until he eventually tasted blood, the metallic flavour causing him to give a low, rough groan. Only his rather extensive experience kept him from cumming too quickly, the excitement and pure pleasure of the moment was certainly bringing him close.

He gave a hiss of pleasure as he pulled his teeth from the boy’s tender flesh, licking his lips clean of the blood that stained them before leaning in to whisper into Alex’s ear. “Don’t cum until I tell you too, whore.” He gave a breathy chuckle before moving his mouth back to the wound, he ran his tongue along it for a few moments before smirking widely as an idea came to him.

Without pausing in his savage thrusts, he leaned to the side, grasping the bottle of whiskey by the neck and lifting it to his lips. He took a deep swig, swallowing most of it before lowering his lips once more to the bloodied bite mark he had made. Lips parted and his tongue pushed the burning liquid into the wound; the taste of blood mingled with the whiskey to create a rather pleasant flavour.

At the same time, perhaps to overwhelm his fuck buddy to the point of disobeying his order, Derrick’s skilful hands roamed downwards, gripping the boy’s small but hard cock and beginning to stroke in time with the rough fucking. The sensations the body below him offered were driving him almost wild with pleasure, and he wasn’t sure that even the boy passing out beneath him would make him stop. Hell, he wasn’t sure a gun to his head would.
 
Alexander hadn’t even felt his Master’s bite until it was released; it drew a sharp moan from his lungs and he shuddered. The wound stung, but he loved it. He wanted more. He almost missed Derrick’s words, but was glad he’d managed to catch them; of course, being told he couldn’t only made him want to that much more. He attempted to hold himself back, mistakenly clenching everything only to have his pleasure intensified.

And then came the extra sting of the wound, very nearly sending him over the edge. It burned terribly, sending spikes of electric pain down his arm and across his back as nerve endings were attacked. He was barely holding on as it was, so the touch to his prick…

“I-I’m gonna..!” he breathed, clinging desperately to the couch in an effort to hold himself back. He was afraid he might cum before he was allowed, and thus was attempting to plead with Derrick. His breathing was erratic and he squirmed beneath his Master, but wouldn’t dare try to move away. As badly as he wanted to be sure he didn’t cum before he was told, he was enjoying himself far too much to want freedom.
 
Derrick gave a feral growl of pleasure. Nothing satisfied him more than having someone underneath him like this, writhing in pleasure and steadily losing control. Of course, if Alex did completely lose control and cum, he would be punished, but for the moment Derrick was undecided as to whether he wanted that. Eventually, he settled for giving the boy a fighting chance, there was plenty of opportunity for ‘punishments’ later. For now he just wanted to enjoy this new activity.

His hand shifted away from Alex’s small length, once again resuming its iron grip on the boy’s hip. Of course, his rapid, fierce thrusts didn’t slow in the least; in fact, they almost seemed to pick up. His tongue also continued its work digging into the fresh wounds. Occasionally, he moved to take another swig from the bottle, but most of his effort remained on fucking the shit out of one of his favourite pets.

Luckily for Alex, perhaps, he was rather excited by all of this as well. He pulled away from the wound again, nipping at his earlobe for a moment before growling out a single word. “Cum.” He felt the boy convulse beneath him and he drew his breath in a sharp hiss, before letting it out as a loud groan. He came hard, and rather copiously, filling the boy’s hole with his seed. “Fuck…” His thrusts finally began to slow as he came down from the high, and eventually he stopped, giving a low chuckle.
 
Alexander felt a mixture of relief and desperation when that bit of extra pleasure left him. He was better able to hold on, certainly, but it had felt so good that he was pretty sure the punishment would’ve been worth it. Either way, denying himself the orgasm made his vision grow white, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he was fucked so wonderfully mercilessly.

There had been so much torment from his Master in the past and, again, he knew he’d love being fucked by him… but the actual act was far better than he could ever have imagined. His prick and balls throbbed angrily as the orbs threatened to burst and the rod was so sensitive that each light, brief brush of the couch cushions against the flesh drew a hitched, squeaked moan from his dry throat.

By the time Derrick ordered him to cum, he’d left that world and drifted off to heaven; his release and the sensation of Derrick’s filling his well-used cavity practically stopped his heart. Of course, he only passed out from the intense rush of hormones and the sudden relief of energy. Every breath that moved past his teeth was a coarse moan and his body trembled lightly from remaining adrenaline. His ass hurt tremendously, as did his groin, but there was a faint smile to his expression. And, of course, he would certainly take more from his Master if the man offered it, conscious or not. He liked being Derrick’s bitch; there was no doubt about that.
 
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