Chapter 17
Colton presses the head of his cock against Graham’s hole and Graham cries out at the sensation. The heat of his pre-come, the hormones inside it, sting.
It’s perfect.
“You think I gave Jonah my cock like I’m gonna give it to you? Honey, the things I’m gonna do to you…” he breathes, voice dark. “You’re mine,” he growls and spanks Graham’s hole with the heavy weight of his cock. Then he’s lining up the head, breaching him quickly. It’s going to be rough.
Colton needs him urgently.
“Prove it. Use me, Colton.” Graham feels like he’s being rent in two, the plug nothing compared to the size of the cock sinking into him. Colton is steady and relentless, and Graham’s walls clench and protest at the quick invasion.
“Hurts. Hurts! Colton. Sir! Yes, thank you!” He groans and shudders in relief, the pleasure of pain pulsing through him, forcing his muscles to relax and give in to the needs of his designation.
“Of course it does, sweetheart,” he says, crooning the words like they’re nice. As if the pain is a gift.
“My gift,” Graham murmurs, already starting to drop into a submissive headspace.
“There you go. This is what you needed, isn’t it, baby? When I use you to get mine, that’s what happens, baby. Taking my big cock so fast hurts.” Colton groans and presses him down into the cot, then takes Graham’s mouth with a hard kiss.
The pain grows and morphs as Colton cores deeper, heavy and oppressive on top of him.
He’s lightheaded for a second, limbs weak, and he knows that’s his submission, that he’s supposed to feel like that when he’s surrendering to a Dominant, but he’s never felt it before.
It’s equal parts scary and pleasurable. He might hate it.
“I don’t know,” he whimpers and tries to lift his arms, suddenly wanting to fight and protect himself. Or grab Colton and haul him closer. It’s confusing, everything a contradiction. He doesn’t know himself. That’s the problem.
“Shh. Sweet thing. There’s still more, baby. Tell me how much it hurts you, sweetheart,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret between them.
It might be the most beautiful thing Graham has ever heard. Colton must want him then. “Can’t. Too much,” he whispers, twining their fingers together and trying to get Colton to move faster and use him harder.
“Oh, here we go. Fuck. I’m gonna bottom out, baby. There, there,” he moans, and he’s flush against Graham’s ass, balls resting against his taint. He pulls out an inch and slams back home, a threat of what is to come.
Graham releases, a wave of submission coursing through him, and he yells.
“Let it out. There you are. How long has it been since you took a real cock, baby?”
“Years,” Graham confesses. That’s how long it’s been since he’s had the real thing. But it’s never been like this.
Colton moans as he pulls out. “That explains it then. Feel like a virgin, baby.”
Graham’s mouth is open in a wordless cry as Colton pulls out of him, the drag of his cock a sweet, endless torture. He pops free and Graham sobs at the loss.
His ass clenches on nothing, the pain registering in a different way now that Colton has left him. A throbbing ache instead of sharp pain. Another cold glob of lube is spilled onto his hole and Colton’s cock is back, heavy, huge, and hot.
“Yes! Please, please,” Graham says, eyes open, trying to see Colton behind him.
Colton licks his lips, his nostrils flare, and his eyes are bright as they make contact. “This is all for you, honey.” He presses in again and Graham cries out, aware that he can’t stop his Dominant even if he wanted to. He’s too vulnerable. Colton is too far gone.
There’s no way Colton can leave him now. A wave of sensation goes through him, and Graham feels his cock release, a gush of wetness soaking the cot under him. Just from the idea of Colton being his, needing Graham just as much as Graham needs him.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Colton growls through gritted teeth. “You wanna clench on me, sweetheart?”
“Sir!” It’s too much.
He’s spanked on the ass and he yelps. “I want that from you. Clench up on me now, baby.”
It takes him a second to gather the will to obey. As soon as he does, Colton slams home hard.
Graham yells, back arching up, but Colton rides him back down to the cot.
Colton moans happily, buried all the way again, his weight heavy and oppressive and perfect.
He grinds deeper, wanting every last bit of space in Graham’s body.
And that hurts so bad it steals his breath.
Then Graham’s coming, cock spilling and balls contracting, riding the pain his Dominant is giving him.
When he can breathe again, Graham whimpers.
“That’s what my baby needed, isn’t it? My little pain slut.
Was that where we went wrong, baby? You don’t need more care, but less?
Need me to show you I care by using you hard and often?
I can do that. Don’t you fucking doubt it.
I can ride you endlessly. I feel you shaking under me.
Close to going down. If I fuck you too hard now, you’ll just disappear on me.
It will become a blur of pain, and you’ll go soft and pliant down into that happy place.
That’s not how I want you. Not yet. I’m greedy, Graham.
I want to keep you with me as long as I can.
You don’t get to leave me by going down yet.
Clench now, sweetheart. I’m gonna pull out and you’re gonna keep making me feel good by squeezing, and we’re going to ruin your little hole, alright? Go on, sweetheart.”
He places an open-mouthed kiss on Graham’s throat like they’re two teenagers necking.
Innocent and fun.
Hot tears slip down his cheeks, the wet mess cooling beneath him.
Disgusting. Base. He’s never felt more fragile.
Mortal. His nose is stuffed. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he already feels so much better.
Tired but good. And he wants Colton to feel good, too.
Wants to be the best he could ever have.
“Use me. Whatever you want,” he mumbles.
Colton pulls back out while Graham clenches.
His Dominant moans in pleasure, Graham’s passage burning as he resists.
He slips out of Graham’s hole and his hands dig into Graham’s cheeks as he pulls them wide apart, staring at his throbbing place.
Colton groans lowly, then spits on him, two fingers pressing it inside, careless of his rim. It’s intense and beautiful.
“You want me,” Graham says, having no choice but to believe it.
He’s wanted desperately. In the moment, that’s all he knows. The pain is proof of desire. And if he takes it, then he’s good.
And all he wants is to be good. That’s what being submissive means. What else is there but obeying the right man and surrendering to him completely?
It’s suddenly all so simple and obvious. This is what he’s needed. Not drugs or doctors, certainly not more scientists. He needs his Dominant, his cock and his come, his pain and praise. Those are the only real things that matter.
Colton chuckles, pulls his fingers free with an upward tug that’s electric, then drapes himself over Graham again, cock angled toward his hole.
He doesn’t wait, doesn’t give Graham time to prepare, just slams inside, the head catching on his rim, then slipping down and sinking into him.
Graham grunts at the careless entry, tears burning behind his eyes.
His Dominant is desperate for him, careless of his body and his hole. He needs to use Graham; he’s wild with it, unstoppable. That’s how good Graham is, how sweet his hole is.
I’ll take care of you, Graham might say. And he releases again, come pouring out of him, body shivering with pleasure. Graham’s walls convulse around Colton’s cock, the pleasure too intense as he clenches endlessly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Colton says, pushing through the resistance until he’s deep. He grinds in for that last quarter inch. His free hands pull at Graham’s cheeks, opening them wide as he grinds a little deeper.
Graham makes a sound like he’s dying, every molecule of his body aware of Colton, on fire for him, and there’s nothing else in the world but them.
“I love you,” Graham says, because there isn’t anything else to say when they’re like this.
“Sweetheart. Clench for your Sir. I’m ready to pull out again.”
“Please, don’t.” He whimpers. He isn’t ready. He isn’t.
“One, two, three,” Colton says, nuzzling Graham’s ear before moaning and pulling out again. Clenching makes it worse, infinitely worse, and his body shakes through it, a matter of mind over body as he follows Colton’s order.
Colton abruptly sinks back in with short, sharp thrusts, seating himself in quick movements that leave Graham reeling. He feels himself releasing in an unending stream. It’s different this time, too much liquid.
“Oh fuck. Are you wetting for me? Good boy. You ready for a load of come, princess? That’s what you’ve earned, isn’t it?”
“Th-thank you,” he says.
And then Colton is fucking him in earnest. He drags Graham’s hips up, fingers bruising. He keeps one hand there and moves the other to Graham’s neck to keep him mushed into the cot. He makes Graham feel small and powerless like this, open and vulnerable.
It’s perfect.
Graham breaks out into a sweat, can practically feel the toxins flooding out of him. Colton slams home again and again, agony radiating outward, becoming him, and there’s nothing else to do but let the black consume him, an abyss of calm and peace as Colton drops him.
Eventually, Colton comes and Graham distantly feels the pulses of it flooding him, feels it soothe his insides. Graham bears Colton’s weight as he pants against him, coming back to himself. Graham drifts and Colton stays buried in Graham’s ass even as his cock softens.
“I need to know if that was good for you,” Colton says, serious, his voice rougher than it has any right to be. Graham’s the one who’s been yelling and whining.
“Best thing… ever,” Graham slurs, everything black and soft around the edges.