by Viva Gold
“Move or leave.” I choked out and still he held firm. His control was impressive.
“Beg. Me. Again.”
I huffed but it was pointless to resist at this stage. Through gritted teeth I told Remi what he wanted to hear. “I am begging you to fuck me. For the love of God, fuck, me, please.” My resolve was shot to shit; I just needed him to move.
“So much I want to say but how about I just show you, eh?” Remi sounded annoyingly smug but I couldn’t care less at this stage. The throbbing steel rod in my arse was obliterating every coherent thought and all I was able to focus on was the incessant need for Remi to fuck me raw. I began to shake. I tried clenching my cheeks hard around him and coughed for a little extra tightness but to no avail. A tear rolled down my cheek and I was sure I was going to go mad when finally, Remi placed his hands under my shoulders and lifted me flush against his chest. I could feel his hard nipples digging into my back but the position drove him so deep inside of me I could hardly draw breath. The brush of his cock against my swollen prostate made me whimper and like the true sadist he was Remi circled his hips torturing me over and over until I was crying and begging and sobbing for him to end it.
“Remi. Remiiiiiiiii. I can’t…Oh God, please.”
Remi drew my arms up and guided them around his neck so my back arced. He fingered my nipples, flicking and twisting the bars until my cock was as hard as if I hadn’t just come ten minutes ago. I could feel myself beginning to zone out. My vision blurred and my body went slack. I couldn’t survive teetering on the edge for much longer, but Remi already knew me so well and with excellent timing began to rock.
His cock thrust in and out at a leisurely pace until we both gasped and cried out. I was in awe of this young man’s sexual prowess and knew I had never felt anything as intensely satisfying as Remi fucking me slowly, building our pleasure, holding it there until we both plummeted over the edge jerking, erupting and yelling. Remi’s teeth bit into my shoulder and it was like an electric shock to my cock which continued to squirt come until my balls ached from it.
Remi petted my sensitive penis making me squirm. He slowly withdrew from my body and I felt come drip out my hole and down my thigh. He hadn’t used a condom and I berated myself for being so irresponsible. I knew I was clean as I got regularly tested but I had no idea about Remi. It was incredibly stupid and my stomach rolled. “Do not move.” Remi placed me on my stomach and drew my legs together. I was dozing even as I fretted over having been fucked bare backed and didn’t really notice Remi had left until I felt a cool plug slide between my cheeks and into my swollen hole.
“Whassthat.” I could barely formulate words let alone protest.
“I’m plugging you so my come stays in your body.” Remi patted it in place and I grunted. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t had done to me before. It was a typical alpha male territorial possessive thing.
“Kay.” My eyelids drooped and I passed out.
CHAPTER 7
Sometime later I woke up from a delicious slumber. I noticed two things at once. My arse was still plugged and there was a piece of paper by my head on the pillow. I turned on the lamp by the side of my bed wincing as the movement caused the toy to shift in my bum. I clutched the piece of paper in my hand and squinted at it until the words swam into focus. It was Remi’s test results sheet declaring him clean. I was relieved to see it but in my heart, I knew he’d never not use a condom if he was in any doubt about either of us. He was many things but he was not an idiot.
“Fucker.”
I was hungry and in need of a shower. I sat up favouring one side to avoid placing pressure on the plug, and took a quick look around; Remi was gone. I was both relieved and disappointed but refused to ponder why; instead I got up and gingerly made my way to the shower. I instinctively knew not to remove the plug without his permission and kind of liked having a piece of him in me. I washed carefully, wincing each time I lathered over a sore spot, bruise, or bite mark. I was trying to process the different experiences I’d endured today and tried to narrow down what it was I found so appealing about him, and why I had permitted those things.
Undeniably, Remi was devastatingly handsome with a physique that would make any GQ model weep. He had proved he could be as tender as he was cruel. Remi was a conundrum but with more time spent together I was keen to get to the bottom of what made him tick. He was obviously a clever boy if he was studying at Oxford, and quite mature for twenty-one, so perhaps something in his past had caused him to be such a sadistic deviant in the bedroom.
I dried off carefully and dressed in loose sweats and a soft t-shirt. I slipped my feet into flip flops and ran some gel through my hair leaving it spikey. I hunted for my phone and wasn’t surprised to find it gone. My stomach rumbled reminding me I hadn’t eaten properly today so I made my way down to the kitchen.
“Cookie darling I’m starv…” I jumped to find Remi at the stove instead of our cook.
“I sent the staff home.” Remi smiled at me dazzling me with his beauty. His hair was slightly wet at the collar and I wanted to twirl a black tendril around my fingers. I shook my head to focus on the matter at hand.
“Why would you do that?” I was irked he had taken it upon himself to tell my staff what to do.
“I wanted to cook. I love to be in the kitchen.”
Remi sounded so genuine I berated myself; I shouldn’t doubt his motives at all. And he was stirring up something that smelled totally divine.
“Ok well, jolly good then ‘cos I’m starving.” I plonked myself down heavily on a bar stool beside the kitchen counter and yelped when my arse made contact with the seat. I had forgotten about the plug. Remi laughed and shook his head but he looked immensely pleased I had kept the toy in. For some reason that made my heart swell.
“Oh, it’s not for you.” My heart stuttered in my chest.
“Pardon me?”
“What I am cooking is not for you.” Remi continued to stir his food not even bothering to look at me.
“Why would you only prepare something for yourself and not for me?” I couldn’t help but pout which is when Remi looked up at me. He raised an eyebrow.
“Why would I cook for you, I am not staff here.” Remi was being deliberately obtuse and I began to feel a little nauseous. The plug no longer felt nice, it was an uncomfortable reminder of the power this young man held over me. “But I suppose if there is any left you could finish it.” I was ridiculously grateful and hated myself for being so weak.
“Thank you.” I mumbled chewing on my bottom lip. I was nervous which was not a common feeling for me. “Do you know what time my parents will be home?”
Remi snorted. “Not tonight my Lord.”
“What!” I couldn’t help exclaim my concern.
“They are staying another night. I persuaded them not to rush back and convinced them I was looking after you so well. I am aren’t I?” Remi grinned at me. I watched him with a rising sense of anxiety while he dished out his meal onto a plate. He picked up his knife and fork and made his way over to the kitchen table. “Bring me a beer from the fridge please.” He sat and waited for me to comply and I did right away not wanting to incur any further punishment. I placed the bottle on the table.
“I’ll just make myself a sandwich.” I was utterly useless in the kitchen and survived on shop prepared food or takeaways in London. I was momentarily wistful over the fact that G & T used to cook me the most amazing meals.
“Non.”
“Eh?”
“Vien ici. Come here.” Remi gestured with his arm for me to go to him. I flip flopped over and stood by his side. “Take off these silly sweat pants.” He tugged at the waist. I could tell by the tone of his voice that now was not the time to defy him. “Hurry, my food is getting cold.” I kicked off my joggers. Remi waved at my t-shirt implying I should lose that too so I pulled it over my head and added it to the pile. “Knees.” I dropped to my knees and grunted as the hard ceramic tiled floor gave no resistance. ‘
Closer.” Remi let his legs fall open and I shuffled in-between his thighs. “Open my jeans and pull out my cock.” I felt my own begin to plump and cursed silently. I did not want Remi to know how his show of dominance was turning me on so much.
“Ok, bitch, open your mouth.”
I let my bottom jaw open while Remi stroked himself a couple of times. “Put your lips around my shaft.” I lowered my head to his engorged erection and he pushed through my lips into my mouth. I bobbed my head but he grabbed my hair. “Stop!” I looked up at Remi in confusion and he shook his head. “Get comfortable. I want to eat my dinner with you at my feet mouth stuffed full of my cock.” My eyes went wide and I tried to pull back but Remi caught the back of my head with his hand and held me in place. I heard his fork clatter to the table freeing his other fingers to clamp my nose shut. I tried to struggle but he held firm as I gagged loudly. My eyes watered and drool slid down my chin, while my raging hard on dripped pre-come on to the tiles. Remi laughed as he released me and proceeded to eat his dinner. Like a good boy, I sat willingly between his thighs on the cold hard floor. My entire body was achingly aroused except for my heart and my head. My heart was torn and my head was filled with silent screams. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
Remi took his time eating during which I could feel my lips became sore and my jaw ached horribly but I dared not move. Half of me was worried I would be punished and was in conflict with the other half that was desperate to get off.
“That was delicious even if I say so myself. Sadly, I finished the lot so you may have to make yourself a sandwich after all.” Remi patted the top of my head and I grunted but refrained from moving my jaw. His cock had softened slightly and he seemed in no hurry to revive it. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could maintain my position as my knees were now numb and I was beginning to feel somewhat dehydrated. I decided that if Remi wasn’t going to finish this little game tout suite, I would. I felt his long fingers rake through my spikes. “I don’t like product in your hair, I prefer it soft.” Remi remarked as if I wasn’t attached to his cock like a pliant puppy. He jerked his hips making me gag which clearly appealed to his sadistic nature as his erection sprang back to life. The fingers that were lovingly caressing me dug into my scalp and forced his cock to the back of my throat causing me to retch around the invasion. It wasn’t pretty but it seemed to spur Remi on and he bucked hard back and forth until I felt him swell impossibly harder before erupting into my mouth. I tried to swallow his load but it seemed like there were pints of it and it ended up dribbling down my chin and neck. Remi used his palm to wipe it all over me then he pushed me away like yesterday’s news. As I fell to the floor with a cry he let out a huge belch.
“Fantastic.” He muttered as he scraped the chair back. “Look at you Jason.” I was curled into a foetal position shivering on the cold ceramic floor, scared out of my mind at the unpredictable man who loomed over me. He prodded my purple cock with his foot while he zipped up his jeans, making me cry out. He did it again and I let out a sob. “Look at how you are so turned on at being treated like the shit on my shoes.” It was true, there was no way I could deny it with such an obvious clue pointing right at him. He ran the sole of his bare foot along my shaft and I moaned. “Touch yourself. Masturbate for me.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, my hand flew to my cock but Remi caught it before I made contact. “Wait a moment, I think you need some lubrication. What to use eh?” Remi tapped his finger on his lips and I knew judging by his twisted expression, just what he was thinking. I tried to pull away but he straddled me using his weight to keep me in place. I froze as he probed around my hole.
“Arghhhh.” I shouted as Remi tore the plug from my body and twisted my right fist around to catch the come that started to seep out of me. When my hand was good and sloppy he stood in one graceful motion and planted a foot either side of my body. “Lie on your back.” I rolled over. “Now you can wank yourself off.” And so, I did. Remi stood over me like a dark demon as my fist pumped up and down my cock. I frantically chased my release. I could focus on nothing else but my impending orgasm and when it finally hit I almost blacked out from the intensity of it. It was glorious and euphoric. Ropes of come shot out of my cock landing messily on my abs, chest and some even hit my chin. My back bowed off the floor and I cried out Remi’s name until my throat was raw.
My eyes fluttered open and I squinted up at the massive frame of my younger cousin. I could barely focus but to me he looked affected by my wantonness. I was soaring. I didn’t care how foul I looked or how degrading this entire scenario appeared. All I knew was the pleasure coursing through my body was better than any high I’d ever achieved through recreational drugs or alcohol.
Remi stepped over me and grabbed my t-shirt off the floor. As he used it to wipe me off I searched his face for a hint of what was coming next, but his prolific expression gave nothing away. I was slightly unnerved by his gentle ministrations fearing he might turn feral at any minute, but he merely leaned down and picked me up throwing me over his broad right shoulder. He clamped a hand on my arse and squeezed my cheeks tempting me to do the same to his. From this angle, his bum curved enticingly and I shoved my hands into his back pockets. Remi walked me into the den and deposited me on the sofa. I snuggled into the huge comfy cushions and pulled a throw around me never taking my eyes from Remi.
“Wait here, I’ll get you some food.” I watched Remi return to the kitchen and realised I had been holding my breath the entire time anticipating a downwards turn in his mood, but once again he did the complete opposite of what I was expecting. Whilst this didn’t exactly endear him to me, it didn’t totally turn me off.
I was dozing peacefully when Remi returned with a scrumptious looking fish finger sandwich. It was heaving and he’d slathered it with ketchup and tartare sauce. My mouth watered and I must have looked eager. Right on cue my stomach rumbled loudly. Remi passed me the plate and a bottle of beer then turned to leave.
“Wait, Remi, please don’t go.” He twisted his head and looked at me over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. “Can we please talk?”
Silently he sat in an armchair facing me, his huge bulk barely squeezing between the fat arms. He rested his elbows on his knees and made a steeple with his fingers. “Go on, what do you want to ask me?”
I chewed on my food for a bit then swallowed. I licked at a rogue blob of ketchup decorating the corner of my mouth and was pleased to see Remi’s pupils react. It was gratifying to discover I turned him on regardless of the impression he gave otherwise.
“What are you expecting to gain out of this strange little interaction of ours?” I waved a hand between us. “I am not familiar with the kind of thrills you get out of humiliating me. I understand the desire to cause pain and I’m not adverse to it on the whole, but the ritual degradation perplexes me.” I took a huge bite of my sandwich while I waited for Remi to answer. What he told me shocked me to the core.
“I have spent my life trying for you to notice me. I hate that you didn’t see me and the more you ignored me the more infatuated I became.”
My brows knitted in confusion. “But when?” I couldn’t think of a single occasion when I had purposely ignored Remi.
“All of the family events we have attended over the years.” Remi looked very young clearly affected by his memories.
“I can’t remember seeing you. Surely you were just a kid?”
Remi turned red and I realised belatedly that was the wrong thing to say.
“Not such a kid now though, am I?” Remi growled and flexed his rather substantial muscle mass. I shuddered. “I came to London and went to all the clubs trying to track you down and when I finally found you again hoping to attract you, you were Queen Bee buzzing from one hot lay to another. I used to follow you when you left with another nameless fuck determined to have you for myself but then the Twins took all your attention and I knew I’d have to find another way to have you all to myself.”
“So
basically, you’ve been stalking me. Don’t you see how wrong that is?” My nerves had calmed enough to try and negotiate a stay of execution. I sat forward feeling for the first time in a while that I finally had the upper hand so to speak. Remi leaned back into the cushions and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked upset and my heart tugged in my chest.
“It wasn’t like that – I told you before I thought you being with The Twins wasn’t the right fit for you, and I would never do anything to hurt you.” Remi looked so serious I barked out a laugh.
“Darling!” I pointed to a visible bruise blooming on my thigh. “I think that’s not entirely true, now is it?”
Remi grimaced and shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. I do those things to you knowing how much it excites you, Jason. You say you have a hard time processing why I like to treat you like my slut but really it turns us both on. Can we just accept that? Does it have to mean anything more?”
I grinned peevishly because he spoke the truth. “No, I guess not. We’re clearly deviants, go figure.” I winked at him feeling more confident about teasing him now I knew he wasn’t really sinister merely depraved. When Remi blushed, it made me giggle. He dropped his face into his hands and I could see him squirming. This wasn’t a situation he was comfortable in so of course I had to make it worse.
“So, little cousin, you really like me huh? What is it you find so attractive I wonder?” I kicked the throw off me to the floor letting one of my legs fall open to the side. Never breaking eye contact I lifted my hands and fiddled with my nipple bars aware the exquisite sensations were making my dick fill. Remi’s pupils blew and his breathing got faster yet he remained frozen to the spot. I ran my tongue over my lips leaving them wet and glistening in the dim light of the room. Remi groaned. I shifted on the armchair so that each thigh straddled an arm allowing my hole, balls and cock to be on full view. Exposing myself to Remi was thrilling. I was at once vulnerable and powerful. I felt slutty and sexy and my cock seeped with desire. I had let him use and abuse me several times over the past few hours and my body was sore, yet I was insatiable. He ignited a lust in me unlike I had ever known and I was powerless to deny him.