Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  Then he felt Diesel’s fingers angled differently inside him finding that sweet spot once more… exalting a moan from his body that nearly startled him, to feel so much from just Diesel’s fingers as he rubbed over the prostate gland inside his body with several deep slow caresses over and over making him harder with every stroke.

  “That’s it Paris, open up.” Diesel was growling now, his hips pumping his cock in Paris fingers, then pulled away and was positioning himself at Paris rear entrance.

  A push of gentle pressure and Paris’ whole body tensed, feeling the broad head of Diesel’s cock pressing against his sphincter. It was so fucking thick Paris wasn’t sure he would survive this and if he did what kind of mental state would he be in when it was done.

  A firmer push and his ass was opening. Paris gasped fighting the first response to withdrawal from the first instant of intrusion—part fear, part arousal and a lot of—oh my god I don’t think I can handle this. He felt the pain of stretching, not immense, but that shock of it was the start of more to come. Diesel had only begun to stretch him open. The push was more of a gentle nudge, then a pause then another gentle nudge.

  Paris fought to still his body’s instinct to recoil from what was coming to claim him, but the pause was even worse, his need clawing to push to solidify the taking, but as the broad head of Diesel’s cock continued to breach the tight muscle ring he knew any such sudden movement would be far more painful then he could handle. Fear and hunger countered each other in him and kept him in place.

  The slick gel eased the entry some, but he couldn’t help biting back a painful grunt as the head of Diesel’s thick cock cleared the tight ring of his ass.

  “Easy now.” Diesel became soothing now, his hand stroking over Paris’ back to sooth his tense body down some. Then taking hold of his hips Diesel rocked from side to side as if he had every intension of screwing into him literally, pushing in another slow inch then out. “Just relax and let me in. Nice and easy and the worse will be over soon.”

  Paris felt almost foolish that he should need such reassurances of gentle encouragement from Diesel. Yet it eased him to get used to the stretching sensation. His hand slapped against Diesel’s groin but Diesel made no attempt to enter too quickly. Diesel had said he was going to ride him hard and they both wanted it, but it was clear Diesel had no intentions of hurting him for his own pleasure. The thick penetration continued—one slow inch at a time, and Paris gloried in it. He was about to be filled and fucked by this man. And the pleasure would be immeasurable.

  “Spread your legs wider Paris. Open up for me.” The Petronus’ command was further encouragement, urging him to take position so his body could take him a little easier. Paris felt the push, felt the pain and warmth shoot through him, the warmth rendering pleasure. “That’s right relax so I can fuck you Paris. Fuck you the way you have always ached to be fucked.” His cock sinking in, filling him.

  Oh god—Paris’ head was spinning. So this was what it was like to have a sensation beyond knowing, beyond comprehension and truly not able to do anything about it, but surrender to it. And that was all he could do and he pushed back on the monster cock that was his dominating master tonight. The pain was so rich, electricity shooting out in delightful jolts and Diesel started small rocking motion, pulling out just a touch then pushing back in, out then in a little deeper. Oh god—Paris wasn’t sure if he could take it, his ass being filled beyond any knowing, but the slow entry was just as torturous.

  Diesel let out hard breath, “Fuck yeah. That’s it, take me in—so much easier.” His fingers shifting in the grip of his gun still keeping it where Paris could see it, but now his fingers stretched out holding his shoulder along with the gun grip and he rocked, inching a little more of hard steal in the dark sheath of Paris’ rectum, seeking out untouched nethers. Diesel’s breath turning ragged, damn he needed to get in. He couldn’t take much more of this slow stuff much longer. Paris felt so damn tight he was going to explode before he got to feel the full shafting of his cock in his hot ass. His one dark taboo he lusted for, but no woman could take him not in her ass like this. Oh he was going to enjoy this man to the fullest.

  Paris’ head jerked up as Diesel’s fingers fisted into his hair. He relished the hot sting in his scalp, but when Diesel jerked his head back hard, he felt the deep penetrating thrust of Diesel’s cock claiming his body. A curse broke from his lips, every ounce of air pushed out from his lungs, leaving him gasping and desperate when Diesel retreated and returned rocking with a full stroking sensation now and Paris knew there was still more of the man to come. Not until his felt the slap of Diesel’s scrotum on his ass would he know he had taken all of Diesel inside him and suddenly that was what he wanted now more than anything. To take all of this man in his ass. Please him with the full acceptance of his monster erection, to be fucked by him till he was in total annihilation.

  Paris pushed back rocking into a quicker pace then Diesel was, pressing back deeper with each backward motion. God the pain—the pleasure—a whirlwind of indescribable sensations swarmed over his body and he pushed back further. Another long stoke then Diesel’s hands clenched tighter in his hair, clamped his shoulder and rammed in deep. A deep cry of exhilarated lust calling out to the night. Deep elation seared the sensitive walls of his ass and Diesel was pumping him now stroking those heightened sensations, stirring them into a storm he’d never received before. Discovering a depth he never knew he could take, stretching him, working him into a frenzy. Oh god the orgasm was going to destroy him when it came. He bucked back against this man impaling his body with a cock so big, that he was completely filled.

  “God yes” Paris heard Diesel’s growls behind him and that fed his craving to please him even more and he pushed back matching his thrusts. Oh it was too exquisite—too high—he could feel it. The crimson heat growing like a sunburst ready to go super nova. Fuck—he was going to cum before his master had. He turned his attention to the gun, reaching out with his tongue licking at, tasting the dark smoky flavor of gun powder, and he pulled the barrel in his mouth and sucked on it, bracing against the gladiator driving into him like a wild beats now. Salacious ecstasy devouring his body and his mind.

  “You're about to cum aren’t you?” Diesel growled.

  “Yes, dammit.” Paris couldn’t help it. He didn’t know how to stop it. It was too good— such possession occupying every dark amount of space he had. His body rippled with blazing ecstasy. Then Diesel was shifting over him one leg hiking up at his side and his cock was now coming down on him like a jack hammer from another angle, shifting the sensitive friction in another direction. The searing sensation of friction melted over his prostate like a molten caress and he thought for sure that was it, he was coming—the iron hard flesh rubbing into the softer back wall and the engorged head hitting some tantric spot deep inside that sent sensations to his abdomen walls. Fuck—what was Diesel doing to him? Paris reeled in the sensation Diesel created in his body, but another shift altered the course of his orgasm. God no—he wanted that back and he bucked violent against the man.

  Diesel was panting, his breath ragged as he drove into Paris’s tight hot ass, delivering a pounding he rarely got to have. Damn the man was incredible and he wanted to stretch it out, drive Paris insane on his cock till he begged for his release. But he’d been holding out on the man for far too long. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long, he was already there. He could feel the heavy juice of his body in his balls, they were so tight with it and it was torture every time they slapped against the firm muscles of Paris’s glutes. He gritted his teeth—not till the whelp was whimpering and begging with his own release. He shifted his weight again till he was coming at him from the side and slowed his strokes down several notches—deep and slow—sinking all the way in tapping the back nether before easing out again.

  “Oh god no!” Paris pushed off from the tub against him sheathing over his cock, “No! Don’t tease me with that… I’m too close.” He gasped
and pushed back against Diesel again. Diesel gripped his gun, but it no longer held the threat it did. The imp was licking and sucking on it now, blinded by the stimulation from their uninhibited fucking. He pulled the man up against his chest twisting his head about and came over his mouth. Their tongues finding each other instantly in a heady tangle of somatic lust. Diesel hips moved slow and steady despite Paris’s grip reaching behind him grabbing Diesel’s hips trying to pull him in harder

  “I don’t hear you begging.” Diesel wrenched their mouths apart to let him know what he was wanting to hear. Then licked over his mouth before diving in for another taste.

  Paris leaned back letting his head be forced back from the force of Diesel’s kiss. He didn’t want the kiss to stop but he wanted Diesel cock pile driving into him even more. He groaned into the kiss and finally forced himself to tear away from it. “Oh god, I’ll beg! Fuck me—fuck me—just no more slow teasing.”

  “I like the slow motion, how your shaft hugs every inch of my cock. Your ass is such sweet bliss Paris.” But he pushed Paris to fold back over the tub edge, his hips pushing in deeper and faster. Delivering what his slave had begged for until dominate thrusts dove in as far as his hilt. Their scrotums slapping against each other. Diesel reached under Paris, grabbing his cock in his grip, tightening his fist around it and began pumping him while he still filled his ass with his.

  The moans broke loose from Paris’ control, his throat felt harsh from the constant friction of coarse breaths pushing out his throat with each pounding thrust Diesel delivered into him. Paired now with Diesel’s firm hand throttling over his erection. It seemed to go on endlessly, pushing his boundaries of sensation sending him on a drunk wave of elicit pleasure. His whole body sizzled with the crimson wave building and building, threatening to launch him over into oblivion.

  Even the sound of Diesel’s rasping groans as his own orgasm collected in the hard body riding him added to the torture of each deep thrust, claiming him, pushing him to spiral out of control.

  Paris was immediately writhing, his whole body quaking and jerking in no discernable rhythm or direction, his body and mind unable to process the ride Diesel was taking him on.

  “Oh fuck Diesel I can’t stand it!” He cried out.

  “But you’re insatiable.”

  “Please I need to cum!”

  That’s was just what Diesel wanted to hear total annihilation of this man under him and he drilled in with hard fierce, violent thrusts. Diesel gripped at his hips holding Paris as he pounded as hard as his muscles could deliver.

  Paris moaned and hissed in a somatic blend of erotic peak. Those moans became panting groans as his body rippled under the release of the inflamed orgasm that seared through his body. From his prostate shooting out down his legs, through his balls and rocketing out his cock. His ass clenching around the thick cock that continued to dive inside his deep walls while his cock spilled white cords of froth out over the Patronus’ hand and the porcelain tub.

  Paris held onto the tub’s edge for dear life as if that was his only anchor to keep him glued to the floor as his head tossed with the last of his release.

  “Fuck yes, Paris. Tighten it around me!” And Diesel’s body exploded, firing a sea of thick hot fluids into the dark cavern that held him, hugging him with clenching muscles entrapped in their own orgasmic rapture. White light flashed out across his nerves in some apocalyptic explosion causing Diesel’s hips to bunch up, locking up tight inside Paris’ ass and he jerked inside his’ body, grinding so far inside him, his knees came off the floor riding him.

  Hot fluids filled Paris tight passage, fighting for its own space. Washing over his engorged nerves with more delicious liquid caresses.

  Diesel’s body convulsed with several destructive aftershocks. Each one jerking his cock still lodged deep inside Paris’ ass and the seductive imp whimpered with each one. He folded over him, licked the sweat from Paris’ shoulders and hummed against his skin. Reveling in their weakness now. Worth every bit of the exertion.

  A long moment passed just enjoying the lingering ripple of pleasure they shared, both bodies saturated in sweat, torsos rasping to regain their breathes. The need to just surrender to the floor won out and Diesel eased out, the sudden absence of muscle hugging his cock was near painful and left him with an empty sensation. He fell back against the sink cabinets, his body swaying with the elation of a healthy fucking. His hand keeping contact with Paris, as he sat back to join him. A fully dazed expression of bliss put a damper on the smile Paris attempted for him.

  Diesel managed a soft smile as he watched the fallen angel with now dreamy, exhausted eyes. His hand came up mindlessly to wipe the sweat from his forehead only to realize he still gripped the Desert Eagle in his hand and had to laugh at it. He loved fucking with his guns, nothing created a stronger stir of fear and arousal as his guns did. It roused the same mirthful pleasure as some got from knives, but never had he had anyone, man or woman relax against them, so quickly losing their fear of it. And that wasn’t good cause he wasn’t finished with Paris. Diesel dropped all the way down to the floor and laid there, closing his eyes for a long moment, listening to his heart pound in his chest from the exhilaration.

  “Get up and wash me.” And when he didn’t feel Paris’ body moving immediately— “Now.”

  Paris pushed to his feet. His balance wavered at first. He took one of the soft wash clothes that sat folded in perfect placement, in perfect anticipation that it would be needed so he could serve his master and filled the cloth with a heavy amount of body wash, then knelt between Diesel’s legs and tenderly washed his cock.

  Jeez, now looking at it even half spent, soft but not completely deflated Diesel was huge. As thick as a woman’s wrist and if fully hard it would reach all the up to his belly button.

  Paris licked his lips timidly just trying to imagine being able to suck the man off.

  Diesel’s cock throbbed in his hand and he was suddenly stroking him. He wanted to see it back to its fullest hard perfection, moving the lather of soap over his shaft in his palm.

  “Stop.” Diesel’s gun slowly came up, aiming at him. His arm wavering slightly as if the gun weighted a ton in his grip. Exhausted from the Olympic fucking.

  Paris ignored the gun and kept stroking him, watching the man’s cock come back to life in his grip, his mouth watering as he watched it grow to its full glory.

  “I said stop, I told you to wash me nothing else.”

  Paris licked his lips wishing he hadn’t used soap. He wanted to suck Diesel till he tasted him just as he had tasted the Dominus.

  Diesel’s leg moved and Paris found his boot pressed on his chest pushing him back. “You’re still not any good at listening.”

  “So fuck me and teach me.” He dared challenge Diesel again. He flicked his tongue out with a lusty curl, hoping Diesel would do just that. Damn he wanted him again already—ached like an addict for him. Paris surged forward with all intentions to grab Diesel. Do something—he didn’t know what, but he didn’t want this to end.

  Diesel’s boot pressed harder and kicked into him, sending him to his back and was up and standing over him just as quickly. The heel of Diesel’s boot delivering a considerable amount of weight on his chest, but not enough that Paris could send him off his feet if he chose to off balance him.

  Diesel had been known as the man who’d take you down physically in a toss-up of hand to hand combat. And he sure as hell wasn’t giving Paris any kind of advantage either. Paris would have taken it too, had Diesel exposed himself.

  “You stay still, there.” Diesel grabbed the next wash cloth, soaked it then rinsed the soap from his cock. Letting the suds drip down the front of his jeans. He traded the wash cloth for the oil and lathered some onto his revived erection. Stroking it like he was petting a pet tiger.

  “I could have done that.” Paris gaze was fixated on Diesel’s thick rod.

  Diesel’s face held an odd expression some knowing of what he was doing
to Paris just playing with himself in front of him, “You had your chance. Now keep silent.”

  Diesel stepped back removing his boot from Paris’ chest and rested back on the vanity his mind thinking—deciding the next move. Reward or punishment. But regardless of what Paris needed he wanted Paris mouth again. “Get to your feet.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to kiss you. Don’t question me again.” His gaze tightening on his lover.

  Command or invitation, Paris was to his feet and came over Diesel whether he had actually wanted his kiss or not. Slipping into the embrace of Diesel’s lips like he’d slipped into a leather glove that was tailored just for him. His tongue pressing against Diesel’s lips, forcing them to part and once they did, he was in and never coming out. Paris’ tongue darted in the wet cavern searching for Diesel’s and danced around it ,hooking it into his embrace and sucked at it. He pressed all of his body against Diesel, trapping him against the vanity, his arms wrapping around his hips and his shoulders. Tightening his hold on Diesel further while he sucked and licked at his mouth. Breaking away only enough to eat at Diesel’s lips, suckling at them then diving past them again with such force he was pushing Diesel’s head painfully back on his neck.

  Damn the man could consume you with his hunger alone. Diesel became swept up by their kissing. It was euphoria and his body pulsed with pink flashes as Paris pressed his regained hard-on against his groin, grinding their cocks together with a savage, raging hunger. It was intoxicating.

  He loved the kiss, open and accepting. Admittedly he’d watched more men then he’d actually been with, but one thing he noticed was that most of them kissed with near closed mouths, as if they were afraid of the intimacy of it. Guess he was just weird, because he loved to kiss. The deeper, the wider, the hungrier, the better. And Paris was a perfect match for that need.