CHAPTER16

Strength in every one of his caresses left him gasping, panting like a whore. He was pulling on the ropes so hard that he was surprised they did not cut into his flesh.

"Stop," he groaned even as he pushed his hips. "I hate this…"

"Correction." His bristled jaw brushed against his areola as he licked his sore, aching nipple. "You want to hate it."

He did.

He wanted to hate it and he couldn't.

Because he was getting into the rhythm as he shook him up and down in hard, strong strokes, like nobody ever had, even him.

It was the drugs, he said to himself as his balls tightened.

There was no way in hell that he was gay or into this guy.

He was a creepy motherfucker. He would never have looked his way in other circumstances.

The drugs.

It has to be the drugs.

He arched his back off the bed as he bucked in his hand, needing that last second of friction.

"You want to come, baby?"

"Don't call me that, asshole…fuck…"

You must beg prettier. Beg better." He turned his thumb in a circle around his crown and stars shone behind his eyes. "You glow brightest when broken, my little monster."

"Shut…up…"

"Beg me to come."

"Fuck you."

He moaned, his eyes closing as he succumbed to the most heartbreaking foreplay of his life.

But it didn't arrive.

Pun fucking intended.

The friction vanished. Poof.

He opened his eyes, blurry. "Why." ETHAN MIKASON was lying back, no longer sucking and nipping his chest like it was a fucking dessert. And more importantly, his hard cock was exposed in the air, curving toward his belly. Precum dripped into his navel, forming a tiny puddle, but there wasn't any actual cum.

He glared at his equally stiff cock that rested against his thigh, then at him.

"Why did you stop?" He let the rage bleed into his snappish voice.

His lips curved into a slow grin. "Didn't you ask me to?"

"You fucking—" He struggled, but all he could manage to do was thrust in mid-air without any real friction. "Are you having a good time?"

ETHAN MIKASON wrapped his smeared-up hand around his cocks, pumping it in a harsh jerk that watered his mouth. "Very."

"Shit…just…"

"Just?"

ETHAN MIKASON pumped himself, not as hard as he did to him, but the sight only made his suffering worse.

He pulled at the ropes, grunting in frustration. "You know what."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Let me come," he breathed between clenched teeth.

louder." ETHAN MIKASON struck his crown against his, and it felt as if being touched by electricity.

"Let me come," he said more clearly, the last word moaning away.

Now, tell me to make this beautiful cock cry." ETHAN MIKASON stroked his dick along his and rubbed his length up and down. They were about the same length, but ETHAN MIKASON was thicker in circumference with larger irritated veins down his dick.

His mouth had watered remembering him in it, on his tongue and ramming into the back of his throat.

And ETHAN MIKASON was still rubbing them together, hard, with a rhythmic friction that was killing him.

No, it was the drugs, honestly.

That's what was making him thrash against the pillow, banging up and down against another fuckin' cock.

Then it stopped—the rubbing, and the mind-blowing pleasure—because ETHAN MIKASON wrapped both his hands around their cocks, stopping the friction.

"This motherfucking…" He stared at him.

ETHAN MIKASON only smiled, the motion never reaching as far as his empty eyes. Though they were no longer quite so empty. A twining black and exceedingly cruel feeling pierced the cloud of lust.

"I said. Beg."

His gasps leaked out in broken, splintered gasps. He'd do anything to be right now. He was de facto humiliating himself to the subhuman hormonal morons he considered beneath him.

"Please," he let the word slip out in a whisper.

"Please what?"

"Fuck.just—" He gasped, sucking in a lungful of air. "Please.let me come."

"Again." ETHAN MIKASON yanked them up and down hard, adding nasty friction, and a new jolt ran through him.

It felt so good.

Why did it feel good?

ETHAN MIKASON rubbing their cocks together in that firm rhythm. It shouldn't have felt like it was the most erotic touch he'd ever had. He didn't even like masturbating, as if it was really a chore for him to ejaculate from. handjobs, oral, whatever, so he didn't masturbate a lot.

And yet, right now, his thick, hairy hand and throbbing veiny dick were driving him to an unfamiliar edge.

He filled his senses with him, the earthy scent, the stabbing eyes, the menacing HARK. Their odors mixing into a damp erotic fog.

All male.

Completely fucking male.

No sweet perfume, no soft caress, and no tits.

Hard muscles alone and firm, aching, and completely mastered touches. That should be enough to make him blow, but he was grinding against him, grunting as he used their precum to grease them up.

"I said." ETHAN MIKASON slowed his pace. "Say it again."

"Please." His voice was so hoarse, he barely recognized it, but he didn't care. If he stopped again, he might die of frustration.

His mind was in a blissful blur as he thrust into his hand.

ETHAN MIKASON rubbed them together harder, faster, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Mmm…your cock feels so good. You're leaking all over me."

"Fuck…fuck…I'm…I'm…"

"That's it. Fall into it. Feel what you do to me, baby."

"Fuck…oh God…please…I'm close…please…"

"So impatient. So fucking beautiful." He growled, his voice weighted with lust as he clamped them with that sinfully good roughness. "Come with me, baby."

He had no idea if it would be his words, or how he was touching him, or all of the above, but he couldn't keep it in.

He wished he could.

If he weren't on the stuff, he'd have endured longer and been able to talk himself into being revolted, horrified, and plain grossed out.

He'd have fought it.

That's what he kept telling himself as he came as hard as ever. On his cock. Streams of his spunk went flying everywhere, and ETHAN MIKASON came with a guttural grunt.

Their cum mixed, covering his hands, and spraying his abs and his thighs.

He shut his eyes tightly, but his head was mush.

But he kept ransacking his memories for an improved orgasm. He did, thinking it was crucial to know that and his sanity, but he fell short.

He was significantly upset and fascinated that this was the best orgasm he'd had in his close to twenty-two years of existence.

"Hell's bells. Always a fucking hell, little monster," he growled, his voice harder, deeper, and, if he were into men—which he wasn't—hot.

And for some unfuckable reason also called drugs, he couldn't even come to a halt, watching him as he just continued to jerk up, sliding the cum around as lube.

It was repulsive.

He reminded himself again and again, but then ETHAN MIKASON went and did something. The motherfucker leaned forward and had his mouth around his crown, sucking him dry of cum. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth caused him to moan out loud. "Fuuuuck…goddamn it…fucking hell…"

He came more in his mouth, helplessly, because why the fuck did it feel good?

He never thought about mouths when he was being blown. So why…

His question lingered in the air as ETHAN MIKASON brought his head up and sucked cum from his hand, simulating licking and letting him watch.

Their cum.

Mine and his.

He swore to fucking God, he was castrating his cock because even spent, the motherfucker sprang to life at the sight.

His sore nipples and bitten chest pained him when ETHAN MIKASON crawled over his body, but he did not possess the strength to mind when ETHAN MIKASON inserted one hand, full of cum, into his hair, then gripped his jaw with the other hand.

Or maybe because he was drained and could not resist him or because ETHAN MIKASON pinched his cheeks tight, he could not help but have his lips part.

ETHAN MIKASON leaned forward and spat cum straight into his mouth.

He spat his own cum—and his—into his mouth.

His eyes grew dark until they almost blacked out. They had black specks, he knew, as his face hovered so close to his.

There were little, curious black spots that resembled his bushy brows and hair in the middle of the gray.

And those little specks were bullying the gray into submission in a ruthless coup as he stared at their cum pooling on his tongue, his gagging grip keeping him from swallowing.