by Zane Menzy
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After the shock of being spat on Damon surrendered to the dominance Keegan was exuding. He wanted to submit. He needed to be conquered. Keegan had made him take all his clothes off then get on his knees and suck his cock ‘till he was ready to put Damon’s arse to work. While Damon opened up and began sucking him, Keegan grabbed tufts of Damon’s hair, guiding him lower on to his cock, demanding he take more. Damon gagged on the generous size being fed to him while trying to service his young master. Last time at the cabin having a man’s cock in his mouth had felt strange, this time it felt more natural, a warm fulfilling sensation that he couldn’t get enough of.
Damon’s jaw was aching by the time Keegan pulled him by the hair, ripping his lips away from the young cock jabbing the insides of his mouth.
Keegan snapped, “Get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees.”
Damon swallowed a lump of horny fear when he realised the position Keegan wanted him in. It was one that left Damon feeling vulnerable and a position that meant Keegan intended to fuck him hard. Fuck him hard and deep.
As Damon scrambled onto the bed, naked and waiting on all fours to be entered, Keegan rummaged through Liam’s drawers looking for a condom. When he was done searching, he came and stood behind Damon’s arse, which pointed out like an open invitation.
Keegan didn’t appear to be in any hurry. He just stood there, observing Damon’s submissive stance as sexy breaths transpired between them. Keegan stepped forward, roaming his hands all over Damon’s body like he was inspecting him for quality. When he slapped Damon’s arse, Damon knew he had passed the test.
Keegan then dropped his pants, letting loose his huge dick that seemed overly large for such a gentle-looking creature. He rubbed his bare cock around Damon’s buttocks, slipping into his hairy crack, prodding Damon’s quivering hole. Keegan was so fucking horny that Damon could feel the slippery precum sliding up and down his crevice.
“I couldn’t find a rubber so it looks like you’ll have to just take me bare,” Keegan said.
Damon squirmed at the thought, feeling both blessed and doomed.
“Do you want me to cum in you?” Keegan asked, offering a dubious choice.
Damon hesitated for a stiff moment. He reached around and clutched his fuzzy butt cheeks, parting them for a bare invasion. Fill me.
Keegan slapped his rump, slowly slipping a finger inside to tickle his hole. “I can’t hear you. Is that a yes?”
Damon felt his face go red in embarrassment when he realised how desperate he was to be filled with young hot spunk. “Fuck me, boss. Give me your load. I wanna feel you squirt inside me.” Suddenly, Damon heard the sound of teeth ripping into something. He craned his neck, looking back to see Keegan unrolling a freshly opened condom over his thick penis.
The little shit had lied.
Keegan grinned back at him. “Sorry to get ya hopes up.” He took his shirt off, joining Damon in the naked stakes. His tanned smooth chest was more than appealing. Damon’s lips were dry but his cock sure wasn’t, his dick slit leaked streams of precum as he found himself wanting nothing more than to worship Keegan’s youthful body, to kiss and lick the boy from head to toe. There wasn’t a piece of him Damon was too scared to touch. He didn’t care how hairy or male certain parts were, he wanted to lick them all. “Can I kiss you,” Damon blurted.
Keegan frowned, surprised to hear Damon speak. “What?”
“Can I kiss you, boss.”
Keegan narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t kiss sluts. I just fuck them.”
Damon’s feelings sloshed inside him. “Please, K dog. Let me kiss you.”
Keegan reached down between Damon’s legs, yanking his balls viciously. Damon yelped, his gut churning with a sick heat as his eyes began to water.
“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” Keegan said in a slight drawl.
“Sorry, boss.”
“That’s more like it.” Keegan tickled his injured balls affectionately.
“Is there any place on your body you would let me kiss, boss?” Damon asked cautiously. “Anywhere you want. I need to kiss you somewhere. I wanna show you how much I need this.”
Keegan looked amused, he cocked his head to the side. He may have been playing tough but he now seemed to realise how real the control was that he possessed. “Anywhere I want?”
“Yes, boss. Anywhere you want.”
Keegan’s answer was simple. He merely turned around, displaying his tight arse.
Damon shuffled ‘round on the bed, staying on his hands and knees, he pressed his face against Keegan’s buttocks, pecking a gentle kiss on his unblemished flesh. He kissed again. And again. And again. He finally gave in to his need to taste the boy and licked his tongue all over, grazing his stubble against Keegan’s smooth arse.
Fuck you taste good!
He grabbed hold of Keegan’s cheeks, opening him up like a book. Damon started at the tip of the boy’s crack, running his tongue up and down the sparse hairs buried deep within Keegan’s crevice. He flicked his tongue against the tiny muscle in the centre, desperate to get a thorough taste of this strict top with a virgin hole.
Keegan writhed, his body swaying in pleasure from Damon’s anal slobbering. A series of mumbled groans escaped his lips. He may be the boss and the one about to do all the fucking but it was clear as day he enjoyed being eaten out. “Fuck that’s good,” he gasped.
Hearing the praised spurred Damon on. He licked more ferociously and reached around to tug on Keegan’s condom-covered cock.
Keegan ripped his hand away. “Nope.” He stepped away from Damon’s mouth and turned to face him. A smiled danced on his face. “You’re too fucking good at that.”
“Thank you, boss.”
“It’s time I take care of your arse,” Keegan said firmly. “Last time was good but tonight I am going harder. Tonight you get no mercy. You take it how I give it. Got it?”
Damon nodded. He wanted to smile but he didn’t want his sheer admiration to be confused as being mockful.
Keegan clicked his fingers. “Get in position, slut.”
Damon swivelled his body ‘round, shuffling forward to give Keegan room. The bed sank a little further with the added weight of Keegan joining him on the mattress, positioning himself directly behind Damon. He grabbed Damon by the hips, spat into the palm of his hand, slathering it over his member then steered his cock straight towards Damon’s less-than-experienced hole.
Damon buried his face into the mattress, silencing his yelp of pain that came when the head of Keegan’s cock breached his entrance. The boy didn’t seem to care or notice Damon’s suffering, he pushed his cock again, slipping the fat meat in another inch. Damon gritted his teeth, sweat began to pour down his forehead. He breathed heavily through his nostrils.
“Don’t be such a bitch. You haven’t even got half of me in yet,” Keegan taunted. He locked his feet over Damon’s ankles then rammed ahead, attacking Damon’s arse like it was target practise.
Pain seized Damon’s limbs, making him shiver and tighten. Keegan’s cock burned roughly as it slid farther inside him, not stopping ‘till the boy’s balls pressed against his arse cheeks. Damon couldn’t stop panting hectically. It was all he could do to stop himself from screaming and running away.
Keegan dragged his blunt nails down Damon’s back and sides, the scraggy touch hovering somewhere between sensual and animalistic. Keegan kept pressing, maintaining his balls-deep position, he slipped his hand underneath, running his fingers over Damon’s raised abdominal muscles.
Damon continued to bite down on his teeth ‘till the pain too-fucking-slowly began to mellow and fade in its intensity. He felt his sphincter loosening, adapting to the hefty girth impaling him. Damon swallowed hard, accepting this fate. He had succumbed… . He had submitted.
Keegan stay still, the only movement came from his cock throbbing like a beating heart.
Damon blinked away the tears and sweat poisoning his eyes. This
was more than pain. This was motherfucking intimacy. A special closeness that came from the eight inches of young cock wildly tunnelling him, breaking him open. Damon ached for more as he accepted that this dismissive aggression was all he deserved. “Fuck me, boss. Fuck me,” he whimpered, lifting his head from the sheets.
Keegan sniggered at the pathetic pleas. After making Damon wait just a moment, he dished out a magnificently wicked debut thrust.
The way Keegan’s cock withdrew nearly all the way out and slammed back in with brutal aggression told Damon this was not going to be a marathon. It was going to be a sprint. A fast and furious fuck that would leave Damon out of breath, stretched and sore.
Keegan harpooned his hole, zapping him like a magic wand.
In and out.
Empty. Full. Empty. Full.
Fast and hard.
Deep and sharp.
Side to side.
Keegan was doing everything he could to obliterate the friction stubbornly clinging to Damon’s butthole. It didn’t take long before Keegan’s effortless stabs gave way to puffed pants, he draped his chest over Damon’s spit-covered back, drenching him with his brewing sweat. Keegan grunted and growled as he continued to chip away at the remaining tightness Damon had left. Once Damon’s arse had given up the fight and become slack, Keegan slowed his rhythm and started adding insults to Damon’s slavish predicament. “Do you like being fucked like this? Like a cheap cum dump?”
“Yes, boss,” Damon panted back, embracing the sexual slander designed to push him down some invisible sex-chain.
“You know, once I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but used goods,” Keegan said, firing a spiteful pump of his hips.
“Ye-yes, boss.” Damon lapped up the ruthless words, embracing his degrading ordeal like somehow it was freeing him. He didn’t know how the fuck a nice lad like Keegan had learned to be so cold-blooded but he figured he probably had a porn addiction of some kind to thank for this incredibly sexy session.
“You like my young cock don’t you, slut,” Keegan taunted.
“I do, boss. I fucking love it,” Damon heaved, praising the young buck for the way he was pummelling his anal canal.
“Good,” Keegan huffed, slamming his pelvic bone into Damon’s rump. “You know. After tonight. No matter who you fuck. No matter how many women you score, tryna be the big man. You will still be mine. My bitch.” He laughed callously. “I used to think you were the man. Not now.”
Holy fuck. The darkness in Keegan’s words spurred a light within Damon. “Yes, boss. My arse will always be yours.”
“That’s right. You belong to me now.” Keegan whacked his arse again, then shoved Damon’s head down ‘till his face was smooshed into the mattress, forcing him to sniff Liam’s whiffy sheets. “You know the best thing about all of this?”
“What’s that,” Damon mumbled through mashed lips.
“Fucking you in Liam’s bed. At least he’s got some pride. Unlike you.”
Damon knew they were only words but he could feel them reverberating through his body. Their meaning being blasted into his battered hole. He breathed in the naked male scent glued to Liam’s bitter sheets while Keegan ploughed his arse from behind. His senses were under siege by youthfulness, penetrating him at either end. Reminding him, he no longer wore the crown. Keegan was taking it from him with every thrust his cock gave. Casting Damon forever in a submissive role between them. He knew Keegan would probably go on to fuck loads of other guys like this, and aside from being the first, he would be nothing special. Just some slut that was part of an ever-growing sadistic collection.
Finally, Keegan gave one last hard thrust that hit Damon deeper than ever before. Keegan let out a muffled cry and his cock shook about, twitching forcefully as it emptied into the end of the rubber buried eight inches deep inside Damon’s arse. To add salt to the wounds, Keegan kissed Damon’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Consider yourself used.”
The twisted gratitude nudged Damon towards climax, he gripped hold of his cock and only managed to give himself two quick tugs before he let out a humiliating squeal, showering the sheets with an abundance of creamy semen.
Damon gasped again when Keegan retrieved his cock, it felt like a vacuum sucking his insides out. He stayed still, transfixed in his conquered position. He could hear Keegan unravelling the soiled condom, a sloppy thud followed when it dropped to the floor. Damon slowly lifted his face, he stared down at Liam’s twisted, sticky sheets. It resembled a blood-stained spot of sacrifice. A soft alter where Damon’s pride and self-worth had just been slaughtered.
“Quick. We better go,” Keegan urged, snapping Damon out of his trance.
Damon pushed himself up and started to get dressed. He went and unlocked Liam’s door but rather than risk being snapped walking back through the house they opened Liam’s window and lowered themselves onto the ground, creeping through the front yard towards the safety of Damon’s car parked on the road.
The whole way home neither said anything. The eerie silence that had plagued them the night of the cabin incident seemed to have returned. It didn’t carry the same guilt-laced flavour though, Damon thought, but it was still very heavy in mood. A mood that had an unspoken danger in its misty feel.
Once they were back at Marie’s, Damon immediately felt safer. He nodded goodnight to Keegan in the hallway and made his way to the guest room. He knew he would have to get up early to avoid any repeat of what they had done. As hot as it was to be made feel small and worthless, he had no desire to feel insignificant around the breakfast table in front of the lad’s mother.
He crawled into bed, stinking of sex and Keegan’s sweat staining his back. He could feel how his hole gaped open, he couldn’t believe he had endured such an annihilation. As he drifted to sleep, Damon knew that he had failed in his supposed mission of trying to convince Keegan to come back to Auckland with him. How could he? Not now they shared a dangerous secret. Damon’s submissive secret.
∞
Damon finished off his cereal and went and put the empty bowl in the sink. He glanced at the bench where his cell phone sat flashing with a message. He picked it up and saw that it was a text from Matt. A simple message saying call me.
He still hadn’t gone to see Matt since he got home. He had broken the news about failing to bring Keegan up via text. Normally Damon would see Matt most days but he had avoided his mate’s visits, too ashamed to look him in the eyes just yet. It wasn’t just Matt who Damon had been avoiding, it was everyone. He had hardly left the apartment since he got back. He hadn’t even gone out and had a wild night for his New Years. Just stayed at home and drank himself to sleep.
He was in hibernation mode. A rare thing for him. But then the whole Keegan thing had been a rare event. A curious experiment that had backfired. Hiding away seemed the best option for now ‘till he felt less shit about the immoral act he had committed. Last time he had come back and trawled bars for women, trying to fuck the gay deed out of his system. Such tactics seemed pointless this time. He had given far too much of himself away to ever claim it all back. He may have lost some of his male pride forever but Damon was still sure he was straight. Pretty sure.
He took a deep breath and dialled Matt’s number. His mate answered after the second ring. “Hey, Matty. How ya feeling, brother?” Damon tried to sound as confident as possible.
“I’m good, aye.” Matt’s voice came back chirpy.
“Hey, I am sorry I haven’t been able to visit since I got home. I’ve been bogged down with photo shoots the moment I got back,” Damon lied. “And I’m sorry about not being able to convince Keegan to come up with me.”
“That’s not your fault,” Matt sighed. “At least you tried.”
“No worries. Anything for you, man.”
“Did you have yourself a reckless New Years?” Matt asked. “I kept ringing you to come out but couldn’t get hold of you.”
“I know. I kept missing your calls. I must have had my phone o
n mute.” Damon swore he could feel his nose growing like Pinocchio.
“Bugger. It would have been good for you to join us. We had a pretty big night,” Matt said, excitement dripped off his voice.
“We?” Damon spluttered. “Have you met someone?”
“No. I wish.” Matt laughed. “My friend Jason Tuki is visiting from Sydney.”
“Jason Tuki? The funny gay dude from Port Jackson High?”
“Yeah. That’s who you’re thinking of, but he was way more than just that. He was such a fucking blast,” Matt said. “He still is.”
Damon immediately tensed up. A slither of jealousy gripping him. He hadn’t seen the camp boy since their school days together in Port Jackson so in Damon’s mind Jason was still a teenager walking around looking like a cheap version of cat woman crossed with Julian Clary.
“He is here organising his wedding. Him and Will are getting married,” Matt said.
“You mean William Jenkins, don’t you?” William Jenkins was the older brother of Todd Jenkins; Damon’s best mate growing up. They had forged a friendship based on the shallow traits they shared. Port Jackson boys with cash, good looks and egos the size of the fancy homes they lived in. Damon hadn’t thought of Todd for years. He had pushed him to the back of his mind like the bad memory he was.
“Yup. Can you believe it. After all these years, they are still together. Or back together I should say. I’m kind of excited ‘cos Jason has asked me to help plan the whole thing.”
“Crikey.” Damon laughed. “Matty Andrews, gay wedding planner extraordinaire.”
“That’s me.”
“How will you find the time?” Damon asked seriously.
“I’ve taken the month off work.”
“A whole fucking month?” Matt may have been his own boss—running his own accounting firm specializing in tax obligations for the creative industries—but he rarely took days off. Desperate to set a good example for his staff.