I didn't sleep much that night.
The next morning, I sent Neal a text message. Just three words.
Come over now.
It wasn't long till the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, he closed it behind him and we spent a few seconds just looking at one another.
Then I grabbed him by the back of his head, and slammed him to his knees. I pulled him into my crotch, my hardening cock covered by my tight work-out clothes, and then I squeezed Neal's head. "Suck it."
He quickly unzipped my jeans and my cock flipped out and slapped his cheek. He pointed it at his mouth and I shoved it inside. My hands could feel his skull as I fucked his throat; his moans and gagging vibrated along my bone as I slid in and out; lips, tongue, and throat milking, licking, and sucking me as I strained his jaw and stretched his face.
I fucked his mouth harder now, grunting and bucking, gripping his scalp, slipping in and thrusting deep, as he slurped fervently on my leaking bone.
"That's right Neal. I'm giving you what you begged for."
He groaned around my cock, sucking hard, squealing, pulling me in, drawing cum out—my cock hardened inside him, pulsing; he opened wide as I pulled out, ready for me to cum all over his bitch face, just like last time, all over again.
I laughed. "I'm not cumming on your face this time, faggot. Go to my room. Now!"
Neal's eyes bolted as he scampered away. I followed him. When I reached him, he stood there, biting his lip, with an awkward half-smile and a boner leaking all over his pants.
"Strip!" I yelled. He obeyed. "Lie down on the bed, facedown," I said. He did. I rummaged under the bed for my porn stash, pushed it aside, and grabbed the lube. I threw it at him; it bounced off his shoulder and rolled at his face.
"Get your hole ready, bitch."
He coated his finger, trembling. His ass was in the air, buff, flexed, shivering. He looked at me, his eyes wide, as he brought his shaking finger to his quivering hole.
"What are you so nervous about? You didn't seem nervous when you were begging to be fucked earlier."
"That was different somehow," Neal muttered, his finger contacting the red, wrinkled circle, which contracted to the touch. He cooed.
"Damn right it was different," I said. "Because this time, I'm in control. Of my emotions. And my actions. And everything that happens."
"Too bad," Neal said, smirking, as he moved his finger in slow circles. His other hand grabbed his ass cheek and pulled it to the side, making his fuckhole visible, accessible, and open. Neal chuckled. "I thought it was pretty hot when you lost control. Especially when you beat the shit out of me."
I laughed and hit his strong ass until it was hot, red, and hard. Then I loomed above him, crawling along the bed, my face inches from his ear as I exhaled. "Oh, I can still beat the shit out of you. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you. But now I do it with a cool sense of purpose. I own my emotions. Just like I own you."
Neal's breathing grew faster as I hovered above him. I reached down and pulled his strong ass apart until his hole glinted up at me.
I whispered softly into his ear. "What the fuck were you thinking yesterday? Why did you do that?"
He shivered, his eyes widening as he looked back at me. "Because you told me to man. When you pretended to be asleep. You moved your legs wide apart and put your hands behind your head. You were smirking and groaning with your eyes closed, saying the same thing over and over. You kept saying, `suck my cock, bitch.' And I had to."
I snarled and glared at him. "You fucking liar. You are so full of shit. Admit it!" I slapped him across the cheek and it blushed crimson.
Neal swallowed, his eyes wide. "I was lying," he said softly. "Whatever you say."
I rubbed my cockhead between his ass cheeks until I found his crack.
"Good," I whispered.
Then, slowly, deliberately, finally—I boned his firm, ripe hole.
It felt like he was playing dead. His muscles were rigid, intractable, and potent, his clenching hole clung to existence, to whatever fringe of life I buried inside him.
He rattled a moan, and I smirked.
"You like this, don't you? You are so desperate for my cock."
He grunted. "Yeah Viren. Fuck me raw."
I chuckled. "God Neal, you are such a pussy."
He exhaled. "A horny pussy that needs dick."
My big cock stabbed his tight hole over and over. I fucked him to the edge, before pausing. Then I beat his insides with my cock, slow, controlled, and deep.
Neal whimpered, his spine curling; I rolled my hands over it until he collapsed in complete submission.
"You love being my bitch, don't you?" I whispered.
Neal groaned. "Fuck yeah."
"Your pain is my pleasure and you just can't keep it straight," I said.
"Who can?" Neal whimpered. He groaned as I worked his body harder.
I fucked his stiff, slimy hole. It was sticky and suffocating, strangling my cock as it shifted in and out of his tunnel. My cock flashed back and forth; it twinkled beyond the light edge; it disappeared inside the dark hole; the whole time sputtering, throttling, convulsing; I felt a looming glimmer of anger brinking—I was going to show this bitch who ruled his life.
"Tell me what you are," I said fiercely.
"I'm your bitch," Neal whimpered. "I'm here to tend to your needs. I ain't asking for anything back. We both know that love is dead. So here I lie, wanting nothing from you—nothing but your big cock--however you want to give it to me. Oh god, Viren."
"You talk too much," I said, slapping him.
He grunted and waited, his muscles clinging to his skeleton, as I rubbed his back until it grew tender.
I buried my cock deep, verging on release, feeling the power pulse in my cock, as I pushed Neal's face deeper into the bed. His hole began to open and flex, and I filled it with my bone. I grunted and bucked, pulling his ass apart with my palms and pounding his opening hard. My stretching cock filled his soft, clamping tunnel; he squealed and bitched; I squeezed his face.
"Take my load," I snarled.
He moaned and contracted his ass, milking my cock, which rocked inside, deeper—harder—fiercer.
Shit.
Oh fuck.
I felt my cock tingling, pulsing, ringing, as I buried it to the balls; his ass was bruised from my venomous fuck; and I scraped his back, his ass, as I groaned a broken stream of sounds.
Then, with one final snarl, I bred his ass, fucking hard as my cum pioneered his hole. It made me smirk to think of my white cum swirling up that cave of his, filling the dark reaches of his pussy ass. With that thought, I collapsed onto his back, and gave in.
Neal let me lie on him till I found myself. I pulled out and rolled him onto his stomach.
"Suck this shit off my cock," I said.
He obeyed, slurping the brown and white swirls off of my bone.
I ran my hand down his thick pecs, his firm abs, his tight balls, his hard dick.
I felt it drawing up and I moved off of him, wrenching my cock from his sucking, stuck mouth. He whimpered, his mouth lingering open, as cum fired out of his dick, the first shot hit his chin, the second covered his tongue, the third fell straight into his bitch mouth. He kept cumming, coating his pecs and abs, whimpering and swallowing his own cum down.
I laughed. "You don't cum when I fuck you, but the second you start to suck my shitty cock, you can't control yourself. You are a dirty little bitch."
I ignored the cum on his body and turned around, flashing thick ass at his face. "Clean the shit out of my ass."
He leaned in moaning, before bringing his tongue to the rim. He dragged his tongue in slow circles before lapping at it stronger. He rimmed me slowly, sucking my hole clean, licking everything off, finding that sexual edge that made me groan.
Then he shoved his tongue inside.
"Fuck—so eager," I said softly, as Neal's tongue covered in and out.
"You are what you eat, Neal," I whispered. "You sexy piece of shit. God, this is way better than I expected. Fuck, Neal!"
Suddenly, there was a banging on the door. "Open up, bro!" Aaron yelled.
"Fuck," I said, shoving Neal off. "Get under the bed!" I whispered, pulling on my clothes.
"With your porn stash?" Neal said hazily.
"Yeah, that's where I keep my sex toys," I said, smirking. "Now do it."
Neal crawled under the bed and I fixed my jeans.
I sighed and pulled open the door.
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