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Bending Butts Bending Rules
Chapter 8: The Kinky Crowning of King Aaron
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Shivering out in the cold, I hopped inside Buff's luxury sports car, not at all surprised that he'd have one. It was bright red with black leather seats, and as soon as he revved the engine, the passenger seat quietly vibrated and warmed me up for extra comfort.
Buff drove out of Peterson Hall's parking lot and went down the narrow road where a few apartment complexes and plenty of historical houses were located. "You're going to see where I live, which is a few hours away. It's up by Lake Superior."
"Oh, okay. That's cool." I hadn't known he lived that far, but it made sense why he'd stay in a dorm room. It was about a similar distance to my parents' house, except he was north of Port Pelle and I was south in the Detroit area.
"It's more than just cool. In fact, you should consider yourself that fucking special to earn this rare privilege."
Gah, shit, I didn't want to blush like an idiot, and I tightened my face to control it. Never in my life had a guy ever treated me like a king, and it continued to feel awesome. "Thanks, Buff," I muttered.
"Actually, you should thank yourself for your existence that happened to attract me so much." He gave my shoulder a nice squeeze. "I like that I can make you blush like a softie, yet you're still so virile with the ability to be a true god with enough power to dominate me."
I chuckled and enjoyed his shoulder massage. "So, that's the surprise, huh? Letting me see your place?"
"Well, no, but the surprise is definitely in there. You're going to see just how fucking special you really are once I show it to you. Just you wait."
At this point, I couldn't begin to guess what it was. But I wasn't the ungrateful type, so I was sure I'd like whatever it was.
Buff lowered his hand to my jeaned bulged and gently squeezed it. "Gonna give me your hot load soon?"
The way his fingers pressed and rubbed my bulge made me fully erect in no time, and I wondered if I'd be open to us parking somewhere private for a quick blowjob. I still wouldn't mind sucking him off, but I knew he didn't want me to. The only things he'd want my mouth to taste were his lips and his butthole. I definitely had to try the latter because I loved eating ass. I looked forward to it.
It was funny how my reasons for being a total top in every sense of the word had nothing to do with social politics. Whereas Buff believed total tops were real men, I just didn't feel right about having a dick up my ass. I knew there were plenty of power bottoms out there, but the idea of getting fucked kind of made me uncomfortable. I wasn't sure why. Had it not been for that quirk, I would've lost my anal virginity by now. I might've even gotten rimmed too, and it was still something I occasionally wondered about, if just to look at it as a tongue massage. But then, I wouldn't have attracted Buff like I did now, so there was that.
We talked the rest of the way there. When he pulled into his driveway, I was immediately amazed by the big, white manor he lived in, which looked brighter without any contrast to the thick blankets of snow. The yard was huge without being too far away from neighbors, but then again, we were out in the countryside where such yards and even fields were common. But never had I imagined that an area like this could be wealthy with the other manors nearby, since rural areas generally weren't this upscale. Or maybe I just needed to get out more.
I stepped out of the car and shivered from the strong chill, then followed Buff from the driveway to the front door. When he opened it, the warmth from the heater felt great. I was also surprised to see Lincoln there, who was watching a football game on TV. I'd forgotten that he and Buff were stepbrothers since they barely ever mentioned. Maybe it would've been different if they actually got along.
Lincoln was holding a big, brown teddy bear, but as soon as he saw me, he shoved it aside as if embarrassed, suddenly looking tense.
Buff rolled his eyes at him but didn't say a word. "Come on, Aaron, let's go up to my room. Nothing important here. Our parents are out of town as usual, so we have the place to ourselves besides that weirdo over there." It was funny how he treated me with a lot more respect than anyone else.
I attempted a smile at Lincoln and waved while Buff's back was turned. Had it not been for his issues, I could've seen myself spending lots of time with him, maybe becoming best friends with benefits. He'd always be a hot ginger with a jiggly bubble butt, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, my dick twitched at the sight of him.
He waved back with a weak smile and continued watching the game.
I gave the foyer and living room a quick glance, impressed by how modern and chic the interior was. Then, I walked up the wide staircase whose steps looked like premium wood in a light color, and I continued down the dim hallway. Buff's room was the last door to the left, according to where he was headed.
As he opened the door, I went inside and observed the simple, conservative style. It was spacious in here, and I could tell it'd be extra comfortable sleeping on the California king-size bed over to my right.
Buff crookedly smirked and took my hand. "I want to show you the best part of my room. It's the surprise I mentioned." He led me to one of two doors on the left, and the open one appeared to be a walk-in closet that was probably big enough for a small bedroom. He pulled out an antique-looking key from his jeans pocket and unlocked the other door, which seemed like a top-secret room to justify a lock.
He smirked crookedly. "You may enter the lair, my Lord."
I chuckled and playfully rolled my eyes, walking right inside. When he closed the door, it was pitch dark, confusing me. "Uh...what's going on, Buff?"
The light flicked on, shining in a soft yellow shade, and my eyes widened at what looked like an altar room, leaving me more puzzled. Golds and reds dominated the theme. About ten or so feet away from us, there was a big throne fit for a big king, cushioned with red velvet, and platformed with a large step as if to emphasize the throne's height for symbolic reasons. On the seat itself, there was a fancy, gold crown with jewels shimmering at certain angles. Off to the side, a majestic-looking red robe hung on a wooden rack.
Wow...
Buff sighed in proud way. "I never get to use this room because I never get to find a king who's worthy enough to use it. That is, until I met you. Cool, huh?"
More like interesting. Well, okay, it was definitely cool as well, very impressive. But he really took the God/worshiper roleplay more seriously than I'd ever imagined.
Buff tugged at my coat. "Take off your clothes and get naked." He did the same.
After I got completely undressed, I felt weird around him for the first time. Roleplaying had been fun so far, but this was taking it to an extreme level. The fact that he'd had an actual altar built as its own room continued to leave me speechless, especially because it looked too expensive for such rare use. The royalty theme alone was a bit much.
Buff walked to the side of the throne, grabbed the red robe, and handed it to me. "Put it on. You're God, remember? You deserve to be treated like the king you really are. This is your kingdom now, a secret place for just you and me to play in."
Reluctantly, I put on the robe, feeling more and more uncomfortable. I tried my hardest to be open-minded because I knew we were both different when it came to fetishes. Some kink was okay, but the kind of deep roleplaying that cost a fortune intimidated me, especially when centered around one guy (me).
He grabbed the crown and carefully placed it on my head, fitting perfectly as if custom-made for my shape. He gave me another crooked smirk. "Christen the throne, my King. No one has ever sat on it, not even me. Now, you will sit on it because it's where you belong." For supposedly being submissive to me, he sure did command a lot.
I just nodded and did as told, but once I stepped up and sat down, there was an odd comfort that I couldn't explain. It was mostly physical because of the velvet material, but something about being up here strengthened my smile. I really was like the sexual king he wanted me to be, my robe wide open like I was flashing my entire frontside.
Buff wasted no time getting on his knees in front of me. As extreme as all of this was, I found my dick leaking and hardening in response to his naked body. I studied every part of it, from his toned pecs to his trimmed, brown pubes that made his average dick look bigger.
Right by the step to the throne, he grabbed a clear bottle and opened it.
I chuckled. "Is that olive oil like they use in churches?"
"Yes, my God. Only the best, imported from Italy."
Okay...?
Buff poured some into his hand and slowly stroked every inch of my dick.
It felt kind of nice, actually, better than I'd thought. A bit messy and very oily, but nice.
He poured some more, drenching his motioning hand while making my dick feel slicker. "Please, God. Give me your holy seed. I've been a good follower, better than all the other followers, and I'm here to worship you for life."
Buff's familiar warm and sweet smile started captivating me in a way I couldn't explain, making me want to see more of it because it was so rare. But I'd been hurt before, and getting close to a guy scared me because of how it affected my heart. Even though there were no strings attached, what if we ended up liking each other one day? What then? I might've been a slut who fucked every hot jock and twink he could come across, but I still wasn't immune to romance.
Buff jerked me a little faster, but not too fast. He did it with devotion, looking so hungry for my load. "Please, my King? I need your seed. Bless me, please?"
I leaned back to relax more, my crown still comfortable on my head, and I moved just my lower half to thrust myself into his fist. "Make me come, then, my devoted follower."
"Yes, God. Anything for you."
I fucked Buff's hand while he poured more olive oil for an oddly hot experience. What a kinky dude, yet he knew just how to pull me in for more with his charm and mystery. We were pretty much friends with benefits now, and this was just the beginning of our sexual journey together.
"Bless me, God. Shoot your seed into my mouth so that I can taste it."
"Yeah? You want to swallow my load?"
"All of it, my Lord. Every drop."
"Make me come, then. I'll bless you with a very big load for being loyal to me." I'd only come once today, and with this hot experience going on, I had a feeling I'd shoot a lot more.
"I'll always be loyal to you, God. I promise never to betray you. Stick with me, and you'll be happy and fulfilled and pleased for life. No one but me can instill real happiness in you."
I knew it was just sex talk, but everything about Buff, his sex appeal and deep voice and hot face and genuine friendship, along with pleasing me like a devoted sex buddy... It was all too much at once.
After a few more thrusts into his fist, I breathed harder as a warning.
"Yes, Lord. Give it to me. Seed my mouth."
I caressed Buff's face as I was getting closer and closer, my jaw constricting as I focused on his beauty. "You want me?"
"God, yes, I fucking want you in every way possible."
"...I'm coming..."
Buff placed his warm mouth on my big, oiled dick, and it took just a few sucks for me to lose myself in pure ecstasy. He swallowed me as I came hard like a flashflood, making me grunt and my body shake.
"Ungh, shit...take it all. Take my fucking load, you dirty follower. All of it."
Buff kept sucking, stopping for a split second to swallow, then all over again. His mouth was the most powerful one I'd ever had because it felt like a soft vacuum, never any teeth and never too much pressure. It made me come so easily and fast.
The afterglow relaxed me even more, and I slouched back against the throne while my crown had never tilted the entire time. Some olive oil mixed with cum trickled in between my legs and spilled on the robe, since I was sitting on it while wearing it.
A sheepish grin spanned my lips. "I think this robe got stained with olive oil and cum."
Buff got and smirked crookedly. "Nothing that the cleaners can't fix." He turned around to show me his big bubble butt. It wasn't quite as big as Himbo's, but it was still hot. "Eat my hole, God. Will you? Please? I promise I'm clean because I'm very anal about hygiene, pun intended."
That was definitely true. Aside from the light manly smells, Buff often had a clean scent from whatever expensive brand of masculine soap he used. "Good to know."
"I aim to please, especially my higher power."
Even though I wasn't in the mood for sex again just yet, I'd wanted to taste Buff's ass for a while now. Finally, it was happening. I hunched over to reach back there while he stood in front of me, and I spread his sun-kissed cheeks to find the gold. Oh, it was hairless now? "Did you just shave?"
"Yeah, but I naturally don't have much hair back there. I'm smooth everywhere except for my pubes, which I trim regularly."
"Nice." I actually didn't mind some hair in a guy's crack, just not too much. Buff had the right amount to where hair wouldn't really get in the way.
He hunched over as well, taking over by spreading his own ass for my oral entry, his legs farther apart. "Dinner is served, my King."
I suppressed a chuckle because of the corny phrase. I started jerking my dick. Then, I dove right in and put my tongue to use, working it around Buff's pink, semi-tight pucker. The clean taste with just a faint smell of natural funk immediately drove me wild with lust, and his soft moans made me even hornier. Now, I was fully ready for round two.
"I love your tongue in me, Lord. My Great King is dining on his biggest, most-devoted follower. I worship you like you can't even believe." Buff could be so melodramatic with his sex talk, but I was getting used to it now.
Still stroking, I swirled my tongue around his hole, then sucking the anus and sticking the tip of my tongue as far as it could go like it was a dick. I was suddenly in love with this hole of his, wanting it all for myself. Well, for the moment, anyway.
"Oh, God, yes. Your tongue is fucking amazing. I'm dripping so much precum already. I could easily shoot right now, honestly."
I sounded hungry as my face was buried in Buff's crack. I'd tasted plenty of asses before, and they were all great, but everything about this hottie here made me prefer him to anyone else. Sex with Buff was like crack, having me come back for more.
He moaned in a deep but submissive tone, surrendering his all to me. More moans, making me hornier and hungrier for him.
I stroked faster, getting closer to shoot. I bit his ass cheek as a show of dominance, making it my territory for the moment, and I sucked the bitemark afterward.
"Fuck, yes, bite me, Lord." Oh, so Buff loved it.
I bit his cheek again, harder this time.
He hissed in pain, then moaned.
Again, harder.
"Gah, fuck!" he said through clenched teeth. Then, his body started shaking. "I'm already coming, God. I'm shooting my load for you."
That prompted me to jerk off relentlessly while eating his hole some more. Finally, rope after rope of cum shot out of my dick, and it was almost as much as the first time. I grunted and slowed down with my rimming, eventually giving his hole a few more kisses before leaning back against the throne. I was wiped, and a nap sounded great right about now.
Buff turned around and climbed on my lap, his legs spread apart. He gave me that warm and sweet smile that was always reserved for me, and he kissed my lips for a deep make-out session, getting a taste of his own ass.
I melted a little while kissing him in return, drunk with a mixture of swoony feelings and leftover desire. What was going on with me? This wasn't who I was. Even with my two exes, a twink and a jock, it took me a while to feel something worth paying attention to without actually falling in love. I didn't know what it was like to love a guy, but I still wasn't sure if I was ready to experience it. One reason was that I enjoyed being single because of the freedom. The other was that I didn't want to risk getting my heart broken, even though Buff seemed like the devoted and loyal type who'd never cheat.
He broke the kiss and smiled. "Aaron, if you give me a chance, you'll see that I'll never betray you. That's a promise."
"A chance?" I kind of figured what Buff meant, but I needed him to confirm it.
"Yeah." He stroked my cheek while still on my lap, resting his forehead against mine with an intense gaze that locked with mine. "I can't stop thinking about you, Aaron. I'm falling for you."
Holy shit! This was not something I had expected to happen so quickly. While I'd flirted with the idea of starting something special with him someday, I needed more time to figure out if it was what I really wanted. He seemed like he'd make a great boyfriend, but I didn't love him. I didn't need to know what love was to know that I hadn't quite fallen for him. Not yet, anyway.
"I think you feel the same way," Buff continued. "But you're scared, and I get it. I do."
"I..." I paused, not really knowing what to say.
"You don't have to say another word about it." Then, he grew serious, his eyes boring into mine like a hawk. "Just know this, though. I don't like to share, and I won't share. Ever."
I swallowed, trying my hardest to give Buff some kind of smile as a response, but my mood weakened. Things suddenly became more awkward and uncomfortable, and to excuse not having to say anything or even show a reaction, I kissed his lips some more.
Nope, I wasn't ready yet. I wasn't ready for love.
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To be continued...
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