32. Second Life #4
Luca walked slowly toward the chair. He stopped a few feet away, his hands trembling at his sides.
“If you want to earn your keep in my house, you will do exactly what I tell you,” Draco said. He looked down at his own massive, slick erection. “Kneel.”
Luca dropped to his knees instantly. He knelt right between Draco's spread thighs.
“Take it,” Draco instructed. “And do not stop until I tell you.”
Luca leaned forward. He opened his mouth and took the blunt, heavy head of Draco's cock past his lips. He started to suck the thick shaft with a desperate, sloppy enthusiasm. He bobbed his head up and down, taking as much of the staggering girth as he could manage.
Draco let out a low, vibrating groan. He tangled one hand in Luca's hair, holding the boy's head in place. But his black eyes never left my face. He stared right at me, making sure I watched another man swallow the cock that I was begging for just moments ago.
“Mateo,” Draco said. His voice was rougher now, strained by the wet friction of Luca's mouth. “Show our new vampire exactly how much he still has to learn. Edge him.”
Mateo walked up to the side of the bed. He looked down at me with a feral, predatory grin. He reached out and wrapped his large, warm hand around the base of the ribbed dildo protruding from my hole. With his other hand, he gripped the base of the steel sounding rod.
Mateo started to move the toys. He pumped the thick silicone deep into my ass while simultaneously twisting the cold steel rod inside my sensitive urethra. The werewolf possessed an incredible strength, and he used it to establish a brutal, mechanical rhythm.
I screamed as the blinding pleasure crashed over me again. Mateo dragged the ribbed texture over my prostate with ruthless precision. The cold metal inside my cock burned like liquid fire. My hips thrashed wildly against the mattress, pulling the tight fabric bindings taut.
I looked past Mateo's broad chest. I locked eyes with Draco.
The ancient vampire was sitting perfectly still in the heavy chair.
Luca was sucking his massive cock relentlessly, making wet, sloppy sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Draco watched me writhe in agony and ecstasy.
His gaze was a physical weight pressing down on my chest.
This was a calculated lesson. Draco was showing me that my new vampire strength meant absolutely nothing in his domain. He still controlled my body, my pleasure, and my release. He could summon his enforcers and his pets to use me and tease me whenever he pleased.
Mateo pushed me right to the absolute brink of climax again. My vision flashed brilliant white. A hot, heavy pressure built in my groin, demanding a release. I sobbed, begging incoherently for permission to come.
“Hold him there, Mateo,” Draco commanded. His dark voice cut cleanly through the haze of my pleasure.
Mateo stopped the brutal pumping. He held the thick dildo pressed hard against my prostate and kept the steel rod perfectly still. The sudden denial was agonizing. I whined like a beaten animal. My entire body shook with the suppressed need to shatter.
Draco gripped Luca's hair tighter. He thrust his hips forward, fucking the boy's mouth with a few deep, punishing strokes. Then he pulled his massive cock out of Luca's mouth with a loud pop. A thick string of saliva connected his heavy head to the boy's lips.
“Look at me, Nico,” Draco demanded.
I forced my tear-filled eyes to focus on his face. He looked like a dark god sitting there, completely in control of the entire room.
“You belong to me,” Draco stated. The words were a heavy, unbreakable chain wrapping around my soul. “You will always belong to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I gasped. The word tore from my throat in a ragged sob. “Yes, Draco. I am yours.”
A slow, terrifying smile spread across Draco's handsome face. He looked incredibly satisfied with my complete submission. He nodded his head slightly.
“Mateo,” Draco said softly. “Feed him.”
Mateo let out a low, rumbling growl that vibrated in his broad chest. He released his grip on the toys buried inside me, leaving them lodged deep in my flesh. He stepped back from my spread legs and moved up toward the head of the bed. He loomed over me, a massive wall of muscle and heat.
His hands went to the waistband of his tailored black trousers. I heard the hiss of his zipper in the quiet room. He shoved the heavy fabric down his thighs, taking his dark underwear with them. His thick, heavy cock sprang free with a wet slap against his stomach.
Mateo did not give me time to prepare. He grabbed the thick base of his shaft and guided it directly to my lips.
“Open up, vampire,” Mateo rasped.
I opened my mouth obediently. Mateo thrust his hips forward, burying his thick cock past my lips in one brutal, unhesitating motion. The sheer size of him stretched my jaw to its absolute limit. He drove deep into my throat, hitting the back of my esophagus with a heavy, bruising force.
I gagged violently. My eyes watered as my body fought the massive intrusion. I tried to pull my head back, but my wrists were tied tightly to the bedposts above me. I was completely trapped. Mateo grabbed a handful of my hair, holding my head perfectly still against the mattress.
He started to fuck my mouth with a relentless, punishing rhythm. Every downward thrust forced his thick shaft deeper into my tight throat. I choked around his staggering girth. My new vampire senses amplified the boiling heat of his skin and the musky taste of his arousal.
The sensory overload was absolute. The cold steel sounding rod still burned inside my aching erection. The thick ribbed dildo stretched my ass wide open. And now, I was suffocating on the massive cock of a werewolf enforcer.
I could hear everything in the room with crystal clarity.
The wet, slapping sounds of Mateo's groin hitting my chin echoed loudly.
I heard his ragged, heavy breaths as he lost himself in the tight heat of my mouth.
Across the room, I heard the sloppy, frantic noises of Luca desperately sucking Draco's ancient cock.
I heard Draco's low, vibrating groans of approval.
The symphony of raw lust surrounded me completely. I was the center of it all, bound and helpless, serving as a living demonstration of Draco's absolute authority.
Mateo pounded into my throat without a single ounce of mercy.
He used my mouth like a wet, desperate sleeve.
His thick pubic hair ground against my nose, and his heavy balls slapped heavily against my chin.
I whined around his thick shaft, tears streaming freely down my temples to soak into the expensive sheets.
I was entirely helpless, completely at the mercy of the supernatural predators who had decided to dismantle me. I sucked him as best as I could between my gagging breaths. I swirled my tongue around the thick ridge of his cock, trying to accommodate his massive size.
“Look at him,” Mateo murmured. His voice was dark and ragged with lust. He looked down at my flushed, tear-stained face. “He takes it so well.”
Draco watched the entire display from his heavy wooden chair. His black eyes burned with a possessive fire. He kept his hand tangled in Luca's hair, guiding the boy's mouth over his own thick shaft, but his attention never wavered from my bound form.
“He is learning,” Draco replied. His voice carried across the room, dark and commanding. “He is learning exactly where his place is in this house.”
Mateo growled in agreement. He picked up his pace, fucking my face with a brutal, desperate need. He bottomed out in my throat repeatedly, forcing me to swallow his thick length over and over. I drooled uncontrollably. Thick saliva coated his dark skin and pooled on my own cheeks.
The friction was building too fast. The roaring fire in my blood flared higher with every thrust of Mateo's hips.
The toys inside me throbbed in time with my racing heart.
I was so incredibly close to the edge again.
I bucked my hips wildly against the restraints, desperate for the release that Draco was still denying me.
The pressure in my groin became completely unbearable.
The roaring fire in my blood reached a point of absolute combustion.
I refused to wait another second for a release that I could simply take for myself.
I tapped into the raw, feral energy humming just beneath my skin.
I yanked my arms upward with a sudden, violent jerk.
The makeshift fabric ropes snapped instantly, tearing like wet paper under my new vampire strength.
I reached down and ripped the torn trousers from my ankles. I freed my legs completely. I grabbed the base of the ribbed dildo and the slick steel sounding rod. I pulled them both out of my aching flesh with a wet, heavy slide. I tossed the toys onto the mattress without a second thought.
Mateo thrust his hips forward, attempting to bury his thick cock back down my throat.
I pushed my hands flat against his broad, muscular chest. I used a fraction of my new power to shove the massive werewolf backward.
Mateo stumbled a few steps away from the edge of the bed.
His golden eyes went wide with genuine surprise as he looked at me.
I did not wait for him to recover. I slid off the mattress and planted my feet on the cold stone floor.
I walked directly toward the heavy carved chair.
Luca was still kneeling on the rug, sucking Draco's thick cock with a desperate, sloppy rhythm.
I reached down and grabbed the back of the human boy's shirt.
I hauled him backward without any gentle warning.
I pulled his mouth off the ancient vampire with a loud, wet pop.
Luca gasped and wiped a thick string of saliva from his chin. He looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. I ignored him and looked over my shoulder at the werewolf standing near the bed.