by Leigh Kenzie
Luca must be able to tell my mind is elsewhere because he grabs my head and pushes in violently, keeping me there. My throat convulses around him, dragging a high-pitched keen from him that goes straight to my balls. I need more, I need to hear him lose it. When I think he can’t get any deeper, he leans over me and manages to slide the little bit left. It forces me to choke and tears are rolling down my face. Ignacio’s hands and mine are clamped tightly together, and I’m beginning to lose feeling in my fingers. Finally, he pulls out, and Master must do the same to Ignacio because our deep gasping breaths can be heard in the silence. I’m lifted up onto my feet as I struggle to get my breathing under control. I’m rapidly turned and pushed toward Ignacio who is facing me now.
He’s on me immediately, his lips molding to mine, and his arms embracing me. I’m shocked and stiffen, eyes going immediately to Master. His nod gives me permission to let go and enjoy it. Ignacio’s kisses are different than Allesandro’s and Luca’s. They’re not as deep, not as forceful, there’s a sweetness that draws out a sigh from me. It’s like falling into water, the buoyancy making me feel weightless. He licks at my lips, and I part them, giving him access to my mouth. The tongue sliding in glides against mine softly and hesitantly. For someone that is such a force in life, he’s incredibly careful with me. I growl and grab his hair, deepening the kiss on my own. I’ve never been the aggressor, but I chase him, needing something as our hips automatically grind against each other. My bare cock is leaking all over his dress pants, and the slide of the soft texture pushes me even higher. He doesn’t fight me, letting me take what I want, and I’m so fucking close to exploding when he’s yanked away. A high-pitched cry escapes his lips, and I try to go forward, to get another shot of that addictive powerful feeling, but Luca grabs me around the waist. It takes a while to get my breathing under control, and when I finally look away from Ignacio, I see that Allesandro’s eyes are completely dilated.
“Undress,” Allesandro commands Ignacio before running his fingers along my jaw.
“All fours,” Luca says, and I scramble onto the bed, immediately taking position and arching my back. I draw attention to my ass, needing one of them inside. It’s a reminder of how much sex soothes me, takes away all my doubts. I hear murmuring but don’t pay attention. Instead, I wait for them to join me.
The bed dips down, and I feel Allesandro behind me, his strong hands gripping my hips. He pulls my lower half up even higher as one of them slides underneath me. A quick look below tells me Ignacio is the one who slid underneath me. His mouth is at my cock, and I’m able to look directly down at his, and I can’t wait to taste the precum I can see. His dick isn’t as thick as Master’s or Luca’s, but it has a curve to it that I’d love to feel in my ass. I’m pretty sure it would hit just right, rubbing against the spot that gives me so much pleasure. Before I can lower my head to taste, the bed dips again, and Luca is there, gripping my jaw so I can’t. He shakes his head in warning and I immediately relax in his hold instead of fighting.
Luca’s hand fumbles in the nightstand before he manages to pull the drawer open and grab a bottle of lube that he tosses to Allesandro. My ass automatically clenches and unclenches in anticipation. I feel Allesandro’s large hands soothingly run along my back before smacking my ass, startling me and causing me to yelp before moaning when he starts running his finger along my hole. It’s a light touch, a torturous touch, not giving me what I need, and I push my ass back, trying to encourage him to get on with it. A chuckle accompanies the next slap, making me shudder as the pleasure and pain mix. The moan escaping me causes him to spank me more until tears start rolling down my face. He abruptly stops before rubbing roughly.
“You like that, boy?” Master growls, spanking me again when I don’t respond immediately.
“Yes, Master,” I gasp, “Please. I need you. I need you so much.”
My begging must be what tips him over the edge because I feel his finger roughly shove into me, the lube easing the sting at least a bit. I force myself to relax and push back as he inserts a second finger into me without giving me much time to get used to the first one. Thankfully, he grazes my prostate, and the pleasure overcomes the pain. It sends fire down my veins as I try to ride his wide fingers, even when he puts a third one in me. I don’t have long to enjoy it before he removes them and enters me in one quick push. I cry out from the discomfort, my ass automatically clenching around his thick dick. His moan answers my cry as he rakes his nails down my back. I breathe out shakily before relaxing, thankful he gives me time to get used to his size. He moves back, almost all the way before thrusting back in. This time his position slides right over my prostate, making the pain flee as pleasure encompasses my body. The fiery feeling is back, the adrenaline flooding my system, and I push back to meet each driving force into me.
I’m so caught up into the sensations overrunning me that the drag of a tongue along my cock startles me. I have no place to go, I’m impaled on Allesandro’s dick and can only try to breathe through the attack on my cock. Ignacio’s hot mouth catches it, sucking on it, rubbing his tongue along it messily. I groan at the twin assault on my body, moans slipping out of me continually. I have no idea how Ignacio is managing to keep me in his mouth with the way Allesandro pushes me forward occasionally, despite Master's firm grip on my hips. I barely have time to get used to the feelings before Luca is there, forcing his dick into my mouth. I immediately choke, and he draws back to let me breathe before battering my mouth again. There’s nothing that I can do other than take it. There’s no way I can concentrate on giving him a blow job with everything going on, so I almost appreciate his fucking my mouth. Almost, because the harshness of it pains my throat, driving away from the pleasure I was getting from Allesandro and Ignacio.
“Don’t fucking come,” Allesandro growls as he smacks my ass, and I wish I could tell him there’s no way now that Luca is thrusting into my mouth so hard.
I want that pleasure back, and I whimper the next time Luca allows it. Master must be able to tell because he rubs my back soothingly. I clench around his cock, hoping to get some of that thrill back even if it’s edged in pain. It doesn’t work, though. He just pulls out quickly, leaving me empty, and I cry out as Luca thrusts into me again, the gagging this time is uncontrollable, and I’m so fucking thankful he pulls out as well. My head hits the mattress, my arms and knees shaking, barely holding me up so I don’t fall on Ignacio. All too quickly he’s gone as well, right when I was finally able to chase pleasure again.
“Please. Oh God. Please, please, please, please,” I beg constantly. I’m not even sure what I’m begging for at this point—I just need more.
“Shh,” Master tries to calm me, but it doesn’t work. My body can’t handle the emptiness, the edging.
“You want to come,” Master states, “You have to earn it. Make Ignacio come.”
The moment Ignacio’s cock is in front of me, I pounce on it. There’s no finesse to what I do. It’s messy, and I can’t find a rhythm. I need him to come, to flood my mouth with his release so I can get mine. I manage to push my weight to one arm so I can move the other to cup his balls, rolling them as I choke myself with his dick. While it’s not as thick, the length and curve give me problems swallowing him down. His breathy moans spur me on to continue, to push him further, and I want him to fucking come.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck, Lio!” Ignacio shouts as he comes in my mouth, coating my throat with his release as I try to gulp it all down. I don’t quite manage so some runs down my chin. I don’t have time to recover before he’s kissing me, licking at his own cum and feeding it to me in a dirty fucking kiss. I suck on his tongue as if it were his dick and feel his hands grip my shoulders tightly. It’s only at Master’s command that we break. I can’t quite get enough air in my lungs when he forces himself away from me. I cry out, missing his mouth on mine.
“Enough,” Master snaps with a smack to my ass. I immediately calm, responding to his firmness.
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sp; “I have a special treat for you,” Master whispers in my ear. The wickedness sends shivers throughout my body and goosebumps pop up on my skin. That tone is saying caution, proceed at my own risk, but my dick leaks even more at the thought of whatever he has planned.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I’m quiet after my whisper. Instead I focus on what I plan on doing. It’s going to hurt him, and I can’t wait. I coat my fingers with plenty of lube, even though he’s already well stretched out from my cock. The first finger goes in easily as does the second and even third. Adding the fourth finger makes him mewl and cry almost simultaneously. I concentrate on hitting his prostate and feel his whole body shake. Widening my hand, pushing with my fingers causes him to jump forward, and I force him back before taking my other hand and slowly stroking his cock. It’s not enough to make him come, but it’s enough to distract him from what I’m doing. Finally, I’m content with the preparation and coat my dick as much as possible.
I ease inside at first, being careful for the moment. I increase my pace slowly, enjoying the shifting he does and how he’s tossing his head impatiently. He tightens around me, hoping to make me speed up but I resist—barely. It feels so fucking good, the need to push him even further makes me reach around and brush my fingers along his collar, before grabbing his throat and squeezing as he gasps. Unlike the other boys who respond passively, Lio melts into the tightening pressure, ceding me all control. I inhale sharply at the knowledge of just how much he gives me, and I grip him harder, ramming into him. I can feel the tears stream down his face, the tremors in his body, and I’m consumed with need. I let him go suddenly, hearing the harsh breathing, the deep gulps he takes as he struggles to breathe normally. The whimpers, the tears, it almost pushes me over the edge. He gives me something the other boys never can. I rake my nails down his back roughly, hearing him whine before moaning. Ignacio, Luca, and anyone else—they can never overrule my ownership. They will never be able to give him what I can. I will always be his Master. I will forever own him, control him, and his life will always be mine to take or even fucking cherish if I desire.
Chapter Thirty
The adrenaline coursing through me makes me fly, makes me alive, and I want more. I need more. I may never understand why my body feels like this, but I don’t fucking care. It may be wrong, it may even be sick, but Master makes me feel safe—he owns me so completely. Fuck the past. He’s my future.
“Are you ready for your gift?” he asks sharply.
“Please,” I gasp. I fear it, but most of all, I crave it.
I feel the bed move again and shift unsteadily, drawing a moan out of Allesandro who remains inside me, not moving and driving me crazy. I’m repaid with another strike to my ass and a reminder to ‘behave’. I frantically grip the sheets, pulling part of it off the bed. I don’t care, I just need him to do something.
“Oh fuck,” I choke out, thinking be careful what I wish for when I feel a finger slide in next to Allesandro’s cock.
The first finger burns but the second one is almost unbearable. I whimper as whoever joined Master starts stretching me further. A fresh set of tears start trickling down my face.
“I can’t. I can’t do this. No, please,” I cry as yet another finger joins. I know what’s going to happen. There’s no way my ass can take two cocks. It’ll ruin me, and fuck, if it hurts this bad now, I can’t even imagine what two will feel like.
“You can,” Luca growls. Fuck. That means it’s two thick cocks. I sob louder, unable to understand this.
I don’t even notice at first that Ignacio comes to sit by my head. He grabs my hands, giving me something to squeeze, and I thank fuck for him. I don’t think I can survive this alone. I feel Luca enter me and can’t help yelling out. I don’t even think about it or make a conscious decision. I bite Ignacio’s thigh. He only grunts and manages to get one hand out from mine. Rubbing my shoulders, back, and even running his hand through my hair, doing anything to distract me or at least comfort me because there is no fucking distraction from this.
Finally, he’s in, and they start really wrecking my hole. Their pace is relentless, shoving me forward into Ignacio who tries to steady me as best as he can. I’m sobbing and need it to end. Slowly my body starts responding differently. The pain becomes edged in something else. A pleasure I’ve never felt before as they both nail my prostate over and over.
“Please,” I beg, I gasp, I need. They don’t answer me, instead, they speed up. I didn’t think that was possible.
My soft pleading must push one of them over the edge because I feel one come in me as the other continues to slide in and out. The snarl behind me signals it’ll be over soon, and I need to fucking come so bad. I don’t know which one reaches below me, and I don’t fucking care, but soon I’m erupting myself, my prostate overstimulated, my nerves so shot I’m not even sure if it’s blissful or not. But it finally gives me a fucking release, and my head lolls on Ignacio. The last thing I remember is cum flooding my ass before I drop off, unable to stay conscious. I think I giggled beforehand but I can’t remember. Maybe that was a dream. I welcome the darkness with a sigh.
Chapter Thirty-One
I pull out of Emilio with a growl. I’m spent but still riding high on lust. Everything about him makes me want more. It’s an uncomfortable feeling for me. Yet I can’t help the way he pulls at me.
I look over and see Luca fall to the side of Emilio, completely exhausted. I snort at the blissed-out look on his face. It seems I’m not the only one edging into addiction territory with Emilio. It doesn’t make me feel better, but at least I’m not the only one under his spell.
“Clean him up,” I say to Ignacio. I look him over and notice he already has an erection again. I consider warning him not to touch himself, but he knows better. The tightening of my lips is enough for him to bow his head in my direction regardless. He knows he’s fucking lucky I let him come to begin with, but his blow job was incredible and worthy of a reward.
“Shall I use cream?” Ignacio hesitantly asks.
I frown because part of me doesn’t want to allow it. Still, I know he’s going to be in a hell of a lot of pain even with the cream. With a soft sigh, I give a nod of approval. We have too much to fucking do without making Emilio unable to participate. Allowing Ignacio to give Emilio first aid makes me want to growl, but I push my baser instinct away. There’s too much to do.
“Remember who he belongs to. Fuck up, and you’ll pay with your life, and you know I can make it so much worse than anything you’ve seen,” I reply coldly.
To his credit, he doesn’t shrink away, merely bows his head to me again as Luca and I both throw on a spare set of clothes we keep here. Knowing that’s the most I can do at the moment—though he’ll fucking pay if he does anything—I take my leave. Luca trails behind me, and my first stop is looking into the room Cliff took his last breath in. Marcus and the cleaners left at some point, and there’s no evidence of anything that happened. I nod my head before gesturing to Luca to follow.
I step out in the frigid air, my nose turning up against the cold weather licking my skin. The limo driver slides out to open the door for us, and as soon as I feel the limo start to move, I finally address the situation. It’s only early morning hours, but fuck we have a long way to go today.
“I want them guarded now. Not one movement goes unaccounted for and set the meeting up for tomorrow,” I say coldly, more frigid than the air outside.
“You know the options…” Luca trails off as he cringes beside me. He knows that the only options would tear most apart, but he forgets, I’m not like others. I expect betrayal. Perhaps not this close to home, but it doesn’t really surprise me. Nor do I have a problem ending it.
As he continues to tap out orders on his phone during the ride home, there’s tenseness in the air, making the ride seem even longer. It’s not the same thick air that hung in the limo when we went to see Cliff. No. This one is born of responsibility and the fucked-up life we lead. Th
e one I was born into. It’s also the life I embraced and chose to live. Even if leaving was an option, I wouldn’t. Why should I? I’m the king of this domain, and it’s time to fucking remind others why they should always fear me.
Once we arrive home and send a limo back for when Ignacio and Emilio are ready to join us. I know Luca would rather have slept in the king-size bed with Ignacio and Emilio, but we have to make sure there are boundaries. I wish I was next to Emilio’s warmth, but that’s not a privilege to give him today. Luca gives me a long look that I ignore as I climb the stairs to my room. I don’t have it in me today to be whatever Luca needs at the moment. I want to stretch out in my own bed and think everything through before catching some sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“Wake up.”
A hand pushes against my shoulder, but I snuggle into the pillow more. Fuck waking up. I feel the blanket leaving my body and instinctively reach out to grab it. A slice of pain hits me when I contort, waking me up fully.
“Fuck. What the hell?” I yelp at the discomfort.
It’s then that the memories come back to me. I still can’t find it in me to feel bad about Cliff. I know I should. If I was still normal and if I still gave a damn about society’s rules I probably would. I’d always heard that vengeance was cold, but it burned in my veins, and it’s only because Master caught me that I didn’t burn to the ground.
Opening my eyes, I see Ignacio leaning over me, and I smirk at him as I go to stretch. However, it doesn’t take long for me to remind myself movement needs to be very limited today. It feels like a truck went up my ass. An involuntary groan slips right out.