Chapter Fourteen #2
“My God, you look so luscious from this angle,” Dinesh said, smoothing his free hand over my backside. “Your arse is as pretty as a ripe peach. And this…” he continued, spreading my cheeks with his fingers and brushing at my hole. “This is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I whimpered, my face flushing with the shame, at the same time that my prick jerked in response to those words. I could have rutted against his thigh and spent at that moment, but I knew better. I tried to keep still.
“Aye, Captain.”
He made a satisfied sound deep in his throat. “Good lad.”
He drew his hand back and swatted my arse three times.
I groaned and surged on his lap, my prick rubbing his trousers as I shut my eyes and pursed my lips against more sounds of enjoyment. I clamped down on the urge to spend like my life depended on holding back.
“Captain,” I whispered. “Give me a moment, will you? I’ll finish too soon.”
“Are you that close, Rooster? Already?”
“Aye.”
“A moment, then, but no more. Collect yourself. I cannot resist this lovely arse for long.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
I focused on reigning myself in, holding back from the edge of an embarrassing occurrence that would demonstrate my weakness in the face of his discipline and my inability to follow orders. I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Better?” he asked after several moments.
“Aye. For now.”
“Well, it’s up to you. I shall do as I please and give you the hiding you deserve. Whatever happens because of that is your lookout. Understand?”
“Aye, Captain.”
He soothed a hand over my backside before resuming his assault, now at a more serious level which hurt, but was a sweet and welcome pain that lifted me out of my confused head. The present moment became all-consuming.
I struggled against his hold and cried out as his discipline became stricter. He knew what he was doing, this man who asked for my obedience and submission and to whom I freely gave my agency.
The desire stayed with me, the need an ever-present counterbalance to the searing burn.
A strange thing, this experience of hating and loving something in equal measure.
If he hadn’t been restraining me, I might have run.
I might not have been able to force myself to withstand the pain.
But I didn’t have to, because he kept me over his lap and didn’t permit me escape.
I relinquished any thought of getting away, stopped struggling, and gave myself up to his treatment, my cock and arse throbbing in different ways.
By the time he’d finished, my entire body felt aflame, suffused with a heat that throbbed through all my nerves and filled me with a great need that prevented me from speaking. My breaths came in quick pants, my eyes were squeezed shut, and my body was a coiled spring in need of release.
“Up. Now,” Dinesh said, forcing me off his lap and guiding me to stand before him.
I opened my eyes in time to watch him spit in one hand and lift my shirt tails with the other, bunching them in one hand.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d wrapped his hand around my prick and started jerking me with quick and rough movements that brought me to completion in a matter of moments.
I cried out, my hand braced on his shoulder, as my cock spurted white seed over the captain’s knuckles.
“Oh yes, my sweet little bird. That’s a good lad. Spend for me. Such a good lad.”
His words sent throbs of exquisite pleasure through me, extending my culmination past the point that the sensations generally would have faded.
I stood there, my mouth open, stutters of sounds emitting from my throat as he kept milking more spunk from me until my body became a pile of jelly, and I bade him to stop.
“Please, no more.”
I placed a hand on his to suggest I was serious.
He grinned and made me squirm a moment longer, before releasing me abruptly and bringing his spunk-covered knuckles to his lips.
“Mmm. Delicious,” he whispered, his tongue coming out to lick them clean.
“Christ,” I said, trying to assemble my brain cells. “Shall I…shall I take you in hand now?”
I nodded to the bulge in his trousers.
“I’d rather put my prick between those pretty lips, if you don’t mind.”
I sighed a laugh. “Don’t mind a’tall, in fact. Seems like I haven’t given you a good suck in ages.”
“Mmm. Who said anything about a suck?”
He stood from the chair and stepped close.
My smile faded in my confusion.
He undid his belt and pushed his trousers down to his thighs. Then he reached out and took my chin in his hand.
“I only want to fuck this mouth. All you have to do is open wide and stay still.”
“Oh.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“On your knees.”
I sank to the floor, my bare knees on the wood planks at his booted feet, my shirt hanging about me like a gauzy curtain. I looked up at him, waiting.
He pulled his own shirt over his head, dropping the garment to the floor beside me.
“Put that under your knees, Rooster.”
“Yes, Captain. Thank you.”
I grabbed his discarded shirt and bunched the cloth into a sort of a pillow to place between my bare knees and the wood floor, then positioned myself, waiting with my tongue out as far as it would go. I felt depraved and obscene and like a mindless object ready for use.
Perfect.
“Good lad. See what I’ve got for you?” he said in a low voice as he pulled his cock out and showed his stand to me.
I blinked but remained silent, even though my insides were igniting even now and my cock twitched with renewed vigour.
“Mmm. So obedient for me.” Dinesh murmured, stroking himself and moving closer in order to place the weeping head of his prick on my tongue. “I’m going to fuck your throat, Rooster, and you’re going to stay exactly like this until I’m done.”
I sighed, my hungry soul feeling fed and cared for as he treated me the way I craved.
He took my chin in the fingers of his free hand and guided his cock between my lips, sliding the head over my tongue. I took his prick, breathing through my nose. He thrust gently once or twice, and when he had the rhythm, he grabbed the back of my head and went faster.
He was rough, and I could tell he was close, so I bore the assault without complaint, knowing he’d spill before I choked to death on his truncheon.
Death by gigantic cock would be a decent way to go, to be honest. Tears sprang in my eyes, and I coughed at times.
I squeezed them shut and focused on being a willing vessel for him, keeping my throat open and my mouth wide.
My fingers gripped my knees as a ballast as he used me.
“Oh fuck. You bloody slut, take it, take my prick,” he gasped, moving erratically and then stilling, with his cock all the way in as my eyes bugged wide, and he groaned, his face a grimace of pleasure.
I couldn’t breathe but I knew everything would be over in a moment. I stayed still, bearing the discomfort for the sake of my captain and his pleasure.
He shuddered, then realised my predicament. He withdrew as I gasped and sputtered, his spunk overflowing from my lips, even as I tried to swallow.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so careless,” he said, laying a hand on my cheek, gazing at me with such concern that, if I’d had enough air, I’d have laughed.
I held up a hand to indicate I was fine but coughed to get the spunk out of my airway, then took a huge gulp of air, and another, before speaking.
“Take more’n that to kill me, Cap’n.”
My voice sounded ragged, but my cock was hard again, and I gave the length a few strokes.
“You liked that,” Dinesh said, smiling. “I wasn’t too rough?”
“Aye, I did. And no, you weren’t,” I said, wiping my chin with the back of my hand and licking my lips.
Dinesh nodded, then divested himself of the rest of his clothes.
“On the bed. On your back. I want to watch you toss yourself off, if you can.”
“What do you think?” I started to remove my shirt.
He shook his head. “No, leave the shirt on. You look sweet the way you are.”
I grinned. “Don’t I always?”
He laughed. “Yes, I suppose you do. But with that white shirt on and naught else, you look like a profane, strawberry-haired angel. If only I were a painter.”
He sighed, following me to the bed, where I lay on my back, never breaking eye contact. He crawled over me and rucked my shirt tails up to my chest, baring my privates.
“I’d paint you, over and over again, and I’d surround myself with beautiful images of you.”
Such a romantic idea that fair took my breath away.
“Would you?”
He nodded, his gaze washing over me, as if he couldn’t stop looking. I reached up and cupped his chin.
“Thank you for saying so.”
He went down on one elbow, let go of my shirt, and traced his fingers down my belly to my standing cock.
“Or, perhaps, I’d cover your naked body with slick, bright paint and swirl the brush around your cock and bollocks and up and down your shaft, until you exploded in a spatter of colours…”
I whimpered at the thought of what he had described and pushed up into his grip before he let go.
“No, no. You do the job. Wait, I’ll give you some slide.”
He curled himself around and bent over my standing cock, then dripped a huge gob of saliva onto me.
I shuddered and wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking myself as I stared at his dear profile. He hawked up another bit of spit, and then leaned back on his elbow, waving his fingers at me.
“There you are. Let’s see how long this takes.”
“Not…long…” I promised, giving myself quick jerks, grimacing and panting as I worked myself with a viciousness that echoed the way he’d fucked my throat.
“Good lad. That’s a good, good lad…”
Those words.
My breath hitched and my hand stilled as a wave of pleasure washed through me.
I cried out as semen surged over my knuckles and kept moving my hand until the feeling waned and my body relaxed.
I was startled when Dinesh leaned over and took my cock in his mouth, sucking and teasing me past the point of reason, since now my cock was tender and sensitive.
He did like to torture me this way. The intensity and discomfort was joined by some aftershocks of pleasure, so what did I care?
I lay there and suffered for him, knowing his devotion was a thing to be cherished.
He pulled off and blinked at me, his brown eyes dark.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked with a sated smile.
“Of course. I should have you strip off for me each morning when you wake and each evening before you retire.”
“Wouldn’t be a hardship,” I admitted, lolling on my back with my chin dipped, watching him.
He moved and bent over me, gazing at me with eyes full of emotion.
“I love you so much, Simon. My rooster. My loyal right-hand man. My faithful seed-bucket. You are everything to me.”
“All right,” I said, wanting to soothe him as he seemed moved.
“If anything happened…happened to you, I don’t know what—”
He blinked back tears, and I was too overwhelmed and amazed to think what to say.