by Nora Phoenix
Josh opened his mouth, relaxed. The crown of the Beast teased his cheek, then his chin.
“You want it?”
“Oh, please, Connor.”
To Josh's deep delight, Connor brought his cock in line with Josh’s mouth, entered it slowly. Josh licked, shivering when the saltiness hit his tongue. Fuck, yes. He started sucking, licking, drawing Connor in deeper until his whole mouth was filled with cock.
Connor kept a close watch, pulled back when Josh ran out of breath. Still, his eyes watered with the pressure and saliva was pooling out of the corners of his mouth.
“Damn, you look good with my cock in your mouth, baby,” Connor grunted.
Even if Josh had wanted to say anything, he couldn’t. All he did was moan when Connor pulled out his cock, allowed him to catch his breath and stuffed it right back in. He never pushed in too far, never got so deep it hurt, though even now Josh's jaws tensed up with the constant pressure. At the same time, he was getting mighty hard by sucking off Connor. His right hand sneaked lower, grabbed his own dick.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Fuck. Is that the third strike? No, no, no!
He whimpered when Connor pulled out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, Connor. Please, please let me suck you till you come.”
Connor’s face was blank. Damn, the cop was good at hiding his emotions.
When Connor walked away to the corner of the room, Josh thought he’d lose it. If Connor was going to punish him by not fucking him, he’d go mad. He didn’t dare to move and watched upside down as Connor lowered himself into a sofa chair. He gestured Josh to come with a single index finger.
Josh scrambled up, almost tripped over himself in his haste to obey. Connor spread his legs. Did he want Josh to resume sucking him there? He totally would, but he wasn’t sure that was the plan. Until he knew for certain, he wasn’t moving, not wanting to incur Connor’s disapproval.
Finally, Connor gestured to his right knee. “Bend over,” he said. This time he wasn’t quite capable of preventing the gleam in his eyes.
Holy fuck, he was going to spank him. Josh held back a smile, bit his lip in anticipation instead as he lowered himself over Connor’s knee.
“Twenty strikes, count them out and say ‘thank you, Connor’ after each one.”
Hot damn, how did he come up with this stuff? Was Connor a natural, or had he done research? Josh closed his eyes, tensed as he awaited the first slap. Connor made him wait, Josh's body shivering with need and nerves.
Slap!
He jerked off Connor’s knee as the strong hand hit his right butt cheek full on. Fuck, that stung.
“One,” he said. “Thank you, Connor.”
The second one came fast, hit his other cheek.
“Two. Thank you, Connor.”
A pause before three, four, and five came in rapid succession. By now, his ass was smarting something fierce.
“Five. Thank you, Connor,” he managed between clenched teeth.
Number six forced tears from his eyes, but after number ten something strange happened. It was as if his body went into a different mode. His cock, which had softened during the first strikes, became rock-hard again, and all his nerves were on fire. His ass stung like a motherfucker, but it felt somehow good at the same time.
“Eleven. Thank you, Connor.”
He heard himself say it, detected the sincere gratitude in his voice. More tears came, started falling for real.
Fourteen, fifteen. His body was shaking, and to his surprise, his balls were pulling tight as if about to release. What the fuck was happening?
Twenty.
“Thank you, Connor,” he all but whimpered. Ecstasy. His body was ecstatic, his cock throbbing hard. How the hell was this possible?
He felt Connor’s left hand on his ass, way colder than the right one he’d used to spank Josh. “You are so beautiful,” Connor said, his voice full of admiration. “Fuck, Josh, your ass right now… It’s on fire, and it must be hurting, but it’s never beckoned me more.”
Josh's muscles gave in, and he would have slid off Connor’s knee if the man hadn’t grabbed him. He lifted Josh with ease, carried him to the bed and lowered him on his belly. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
Josh couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. His limbs were like elastic bands, his muscles weak and useless. He jolted when he felt something cold and wet on his butt. Had he fallen asleep? He’d never heard Connor walk away, or return. A wet, cold washcloth was draped over each ass cheek, soothing the pain.
“Thank you, Connor.” The words fell out of his mouth automatically, much to his surprise.
Connor chuckled. “That’s a good boy.”
Josh felt the words in the very core of his being, like they were what he had been waiting for all this time. Rain on a barren desert, the dried-out trees rejoicing in the first few drops of water.
He must’ve dozed off again, though it felt more like dreaming awake than sleeping, but he woke up when the wet cloths were replaced by a towel that patted him dry. It still stung, but way less than before. Cool moisture hit his bottom, and he jerked in shock.
“Don’t move.” Connor’s voice was back to authoritative, and Josh settled back down.
Connor’s hand rubbed a cold lotion into his skin, circling his cheeks gently. Josh relaxed, pushed his butt into Connor’s hand. His eyes closed, he reveled in the sensation of the warm caress, the cool lotion, the tingle in his ass that kept spreading. This felt so good.
Connor’s finger found his crack, traveled all the way up…and down. Josh shivered. Cold liquid dripped in his crack, found a slow-dripping way down, down, down, into his hole. The lotion smelled of coconut, triggering images of white beaches and a blue ocean, happy cocktails with those cute paper umbrellas.
Connor’s finger followed, teasing his entrance until Josh whimpered. In a reflex, he spread his legs farther, pushed back his butt.
More teasing, probing, circling. Fuck, didn’t the guy realize what he was doing, that he was driving Josh crazy?
Finally, finally, Connor’s finger slipped in, only to disappear just as quickly. Josh let out a frustrated groan. He opened his eyes, turned his head sideways and aimed a get-the-fuck-on-with-it look to Connor, who didn’t seem inclined to speed things up.
“You’re a needy little bottom, aren’t you?”
Josh whimpered again, couldn’t seem to stop the desperate sounds coming out of him. “Yes, Connor. Please, Connor, please,” he added, not too proud to beg.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me. Please, I need you.”
“Jerk me off. I want to see you covered in my cum.”
Later, Josh realized that was the moment his mind found complete peace. He simply stopped thinking as there was nothing to think about. All he needed to do was obey. His only thought was what Connor wanted.
He came up on hands and knees, turned around. Connor’s cock was thick and quivering. Josh grabbed some lotion, used it as a lubricant and fisted Connor.
“Harder. I like it rough, remember?”
“Yes, Connor.”
He jerked him off with one hand. It barely fit around the thick member, and he used his other hand to cup Connor’s balls. He squeezed, jerked, fisted. Hard. Connor came with a roar, shooting his fluids all over Josh's face, chest, and hands.
“Clean me up.”
“Yes, Connor.”
He opened his mouth, let his tongue out and licked him clean.
“On your knees, ass toward me and high in the air. Spread those legs wide.”
Josh turned, assumed the position, letting his head rest on his hands, still sticky with cum.
“Whatever I do, you cannot come, you hear me? I don’t care what you have to do, but you are not allowed to come.”
“Yes, Connor.”
A heartbeat later, Connor’s face was in his crack, his tongue deep inside his hole. Josh howled in pleasure, instinctively reaching for his cock and jerki
ng it once, twice. Then he remembered Connor’s command. He would obey. No matter what it cost him, he would not disappoint Connor.
He pulled the skin forward over the crown of his cock, pinched so hard tears sprung to his eyes while his body shivered at the same time with delight at the sensation of Connor’s tongue. Every time he felt himself come close, he pinched again. Pain and pleasure, they tormented him while Connor was eating him out like a death row inmate devoured his last meal.
Connor let go of his hole with a loud smack. “You’re doing good, baby.”
Balm for Josh's tormented body. He melted into the mattress, let go of his dick for now.
A cap opened, a squirting sound. Connor’s fingers returned, pushed inside without hesitation. Finally. Josh relaxed, opened up, invited Connor in. Two fingers, three, then four were asking for entry. He tensed for a second.
“Let me in, baby.”
He bore down, accepted them all the way in. Connor spread him wide, didn’t stop until all the pain was gone.
“Attaboy.”
Connor pulled out his fingers. A condom package ripped open. More squirting, then finally, the glorious feeling of that monstrous cock against his hole. He pushed down, opened wide. Connor surged in deep, was halfway in on the first thrust. Josh let out a contented sigh.
Four thrusts and Connor was in all the way, a testament to the care he’d taken in prepping Josh. His body was liquid fire, every nerve burning with desire. His ass felt like it was ready to explode, so deliciously full. Connor’s dick pulsated inside him, demanding he surrender completely. God, Josh was seeping precum, his cock weeping for attention.
“Brace yourself and remember: you cannot come.”
Josh dug into the mattress with one hand, grabbed his cock again with the other, pinched hard. Connor pulled almost completely out, thrust back in hard and deep, hitting Josh's prostate full on. Josh was teetering on the brink, his balls strained and his cock ready to blow.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He would never make this. It was impossible. His breaths came in ragged gasps as his ass was ravaged, owned.
He needed to distract himself. Anything but the thought of coming.
Connor pumped so deep, his balls bounced against Josh. Heat raced up and down Josh's spine. Fuck, he was stretched to his limits, and it felt so damn good. But he couldn’t come. Connor had told him he couldn’t, and he wanted to obey.
He’d do a field strip, the procedure to disassemble and clean his rifle.
Connor slammed in, made him almost lose his balance.
“Dammit, hold on,” Connor snapped.
Josh let go of his cock, leaned farther forward and rested his face on his arms, braced himself with both hands. “Yes, Connor.”
Connor surged, plunged, sunk in deeper than should have been possible. Josh made a sound of torment. Oh, God, dammit, fucking hell.
He disassembled his rifle, cleaned it, reassembled it.
Connor slammed, rammed, fucked. Josh's body soared. So. Fucking. Close.
He checked his rifle, tested it.
Connor grunted, switched gears. His thrusts became more vigorous and shallow. Josh had to hold on with both hands to stay in place. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, brought tears to his eyes.
He loaded the ammo, checked to make certain it was in place.
Connor’s hips jerked, his fingers dug deep into Josh's hips, and with a last desperate shove, he came inside Josh. The long growl of pleasure Connor let out send a wave of emotion through Josh. Oh, fuck, he’d done it. He hadn’t come. He’d obeyed.
Connor dropped his weight on him, and Josh buckled, his legs sinking into the mattress. Connor kept fucking him lazily, his cock still hard until he finally slipped out with an erotic plopping sound. Josh stayed where he was, fucked into complete surrender.
The weight disappeared. Rustling sounds, Connor disposing of the condom. “On your back.”
He didn’t have the strength to answer anymore but dragged himself halfway up, only to sink down again on his back. Eyes closed, he simply pulled up his legs, canted his ass to invite Connor back in.
His eyes shot open when he felt Connor’s slick hand on his cock. That single touch brought him back though his eyes were still unfocused, and he had a hard time concentrating. Connor jerked his cock hard. “Come for me, Josh.”
That was all it took. Josh cried out, wrenching a moan from his very toes and came so hard his whole body jerked and spasmed. He shot his cum all over himself, including on his cheeks where it mingled with the tears that were still falling from his eyes.
Connor sat himself upright against the headboard, jammed a pillow in his back. He pulled Josh toward him, then raised him up on his knees. This time, he rolled a fresh condom on with ease.
“Open your ass.”
Josh relaxed, positioned himself above Connor’s cock and sank down, taking him in again. He wrapped his leg around Connor, hid his face against the strong chest. Connor held him while he cried, emptied himself out, meanwhile softly thrusting. The comforting rhythm calmed Josh, brought him back to reality. He shifted a bit, angled his body so that Connor hit his sweet spot. God, his ass hurt.
“Can I come again?” he asked, his voice hoarse and broken.
“Yes. Take what you need, baby.”
Josh rode the Beast until he came again, another violent orgasm that had him collapsing into Connor’s arms. He fell asleep instantly, only waking up when Connor carried him into the bathroom. He lowered them together in a deep bathtub, the water warm and smelling of the ocean.
Josh could barely keep his eyes open as Connor washed him, ever so tenderly. He shampooed his hair, softly kneading the last bit of tension out of Josh's scalp, rinsing it out with the hand showerhead. He carried him out of the tub, patted him dry, then wrapped a big towel around him and lowered him back on the bed. Somewhere in between, Connor must have changed the sheets because the linens smelled fresh and clean. Josh sighed, too worn out to move a muscle.
“I love you,” he said, blindly searching for Connor. When he found his strong body, he cuddled up against him, pushing the towel aside to feel his naked skin. “I love you, Connor,” he repeated.
“I love you, too, Josh.”
10
Indy’s stomach rolled and lurched. It wasn’t the kind of sick where your stomach wanted to get rid of something bad you ate, but the kind of unease that informed you about a spectacularly bad decision.
I took off.
Noah was in the hospital, in wicked bad shape, and Indy had split. What did that say about him, about his character? What kind of boyfriend was he if he wasn’t there when Noah needed him the most? This is why he’ll choose Josh over you. Well, he would’ve if it wasn’t for Connor. You don’t deserve him, either of them.
He bit his lip as he drove the 87 eastwards toward New York City, more by chance than by plan. He’d taken off on instinct, and now he had no idea where to go. God, he sucked, both as a boyfriend and as a human being. Who took off like that, without saying anything?
He’d been so damn scared. When he’d woken up from Noah thrashing in the bed, he’d known something was horribly wrong. Noah had been out of it, so hot. He hadn’t known what to do, except to get Josh. Josh had told him they would take Noah to the ER, that he was way sicker than he’d let on.
In hindsight, he should’ve known something was off. The stump had been bothering Noah the last few days, more than usual. Noah rarely took painkillers, and Indy had noticed him take one twice on the paintball range. Afterward, he’d been slightly out of it. Indy recognized it from how he’d felt after the acid attack. They’d sedated him at first to cope with the pain, but after that, he’d been on heavy painkillers. Industrial strength, the treating physician had called them. They worked well to block the physical pain, but they also made you numb emotionally. That’s what he’d seen in Noah, that flat emotional state. Like nothing got through to him.
They’d had sex, even, the night before. The movie had
been nice, with them cuddling on the couch. He’d been overly careful not to touch Noah’s leg again, but Noah had assured him it was fine. He’d apologized up and down for that morning, had repeatedly said it was all on him and not on Indy. Indy had believed him, had figured it was a weird fluke with his leg. After all, they’d had sex. But even during the sex, something had felt off. Noah had been performing on autopilot. He’d been emotionally switched off. Damn, he should’ve known then. Should’ve said something. You missed it, but Josh would’ve damn well noticed if he hadn’t been so caught up in Connor.
When he’d heard Connor call that ambulance, he’d bolted straight out the door. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t watch him die. He’d observed from across the street as Connor carried Noah outside. Noah’s body had hung limp and unresponsive in the cop’s arms, and Indy’s heart had stopped. The way he’d looked, so deadly still, Indy knew it was bad. Really bad.
Suddenly the thought of something happening to Noah had been too real. Many times he’d feared what would happen if Duncan ever found him, especially what he’d do to Noah and Josh. And now Noah was dying, or what looked like it, and it was all too real. All he’d been able to think was that he needed to get the hell out of there.
He’d watched Connor and Josh search for him, call out. He’d stayed hidden until they’d left, presumably to the hospital. As soon as they were gone, he’d gone back to the house, had cleared out his stuff. It was pathetically little, but it had hit him how much more it was than before. Noah and Josh had bought clothes for him, shoes, a new phone, a warm winter jacket. He’d thrown it all in his ratty weekend bag, had added some food and drinks. Then he’d changed into his female outfit, and minutes later, he’d taken off.
He’d left him.
His stomach rolled again, and he swallowed back bile, his hands shaking on the wheel. He took in a raspy breath, forced it down to his belly. It would be okay. He would be okay.
Another breath.
What about Noah, will he be okay, too? You left him. How could you do that? He’ll never, ever forgive you.
His stomach wouldn’t settle. He yanked the car over to the shoulder, got out just in time to empty his stomach onto the grass. He shivered, both from the cold and from the bitter taste of bile residue in his mouth. His stomach had been empty. He hadn’t even had breakfast yet, for fuck’s sake.