Chapter 13
ELLIOT
Istare up at Julian from my knees, a strange calm settling over me. My pulse races, but the panic that normally follows these desires has faded to a distant whisper.
Julian’s hand moves to his belt, the metal buckle clinking as he unfastens it. The sound echoes through the corridor, matching the thundering of my heart.
“Open that pretty mouth for me,” Julian commands, his voice deep and rough with desire as he unzips his pants. “Show me how badly you want this.”
He pulls out his cock—thick, long, and already fully hard. My mouth goes dry at the sight. I’ve spent decades trying not to look, trying not to want, and now I can’t tear my eyes away.
I part my lips without hesitation. Julian guides himself forward, and as my lips close around him, a moan escapes me—a sound of pure relief, of finally getting something I’ve denied myself for so long.
“Now you’re learning,” Julian hisses, his fingers threading through my hair. “Take it deeper, baby. You were made for this.”
Each filthy encouragement makes me hollow my cheeks, take him deeper, desperate to please him.
“Look at you,” he growls, his breathing ragged as he watches me. “So fucking natural with my cock in your mouth.”
I lose myself in the taste of him and the way his breath catches when I swirl my tongue just right. Every groan I draw from him feels like a victory.
“Nobody’s ever seen the real you as I do,” Julian says, cupping my face with tenderly. “So magnificent when you stop pretending.”
I can’t help myself. As Julian’s cock slides between my lips, my own need becomes too much to bear. Without breaking rhythm, I fumble with my pants, freeing my painfully hard erection. The first stroke sends electricity up my spine.
“Fuck,” I moan around Julian’s length, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure.
I stroke myself in time with each bob of my head, each movement of my tongue. The dual sensations are overwhelming—his taste fills my mouth while my hand pumps my cock.
“Yeah, just like that,” Julian encourages, his voice husky as he watches me touch myself. “Show me how much you love this.”
And I do love it—God help me, I love every second.
Suddenly, Julian’s fingers tighten in my hair, yanking my mouth off his cock with enough force to make me gasp. Spit connects us for a moment before breaking as he pulls me roughly to my feet.
“Look at me,” he demands, pulling me close until we’re face to face, our breaths mingling.
His eyes burn into mine—intense, hungry. There’s no hiding from that gaze, nowhere to retreat.
“I want to feel you against me,” Julian says, his voice a rough command that sends shivers down my spine. “Want to feel that perfect cock rubbing against mine.”
He yanks me flush against him, his free hand wrapping around both our erections, pressing them together. The contact is electric, his skin hot and velvety against mine. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, even if I wanted to.
Julian spits, the warm wetness landing perfectly between our cocks. His hand starts moving, sliding us together in the slick heat he’s created.
My knees nearly buckle at the sensation. I grab his shoulders to stay upright, my entire body trembling.
Julian’s grip on my hair returns with his free hand, forcing my gaze to meet his. I could look away—physically, it would be possible—but something deeper holds me captive. His eyes through the mask are hypnotic. Gone is the polished investment banker facade, replaced by a primal beast.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice dropping to that tone that seems to bypass my brain and speak directly to my body. “Really look at me, Elliot.”
I do. I take in everything—the sharp lines of his jaw visible beneath the mask, and the intensity in his eyes that makes my chest tighten. For the first time in my life, I’m truly seeing another man without the filter of denial or shame.
Julian presses his cold masked forehead against mine. His breath is hot against my lips as he speaks.
“From now on, I am your king,” he says. “Every first that you’ve denied yourself, I will claim.
Every experience you’ve fantasized about in the dark—” he squeezes our cocks together for emphasis, making me gasp, “—will be with me. Every sexual experience you have, I will be there. Do you understand?”
My throat constricts around the answer. This is it—the point of no return. If I say yes, there’s no more hiding, no more pretending.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Julian’s hand slides from my hair to my throat, not squeezing but resting there—a reminder of his control.
“Yes, what?” he demands, his thumb tracing my racing pulse.
I swallow hard, feeling the slight pressure against his palm. The word forms on my tongue, unfamiliar but right.
“Yes, Sr.”
“Good boy,” Julian purrs, his voice a dark caress.
Those two simple words ignite something primal inside me. My cock pulses violently between us, a rush of pre-cum spilling over his length. I’m so close to the edge just from those words that I bite my lip to hold back.
“Fuck,” Julian moans, his eyes flashing with hunger as he looks down at where my slickness coats his cock. “Look how wet your cock gets for me.”
His hand moves faster, the glide easier now with my pre-cum slicking the way. The sensation of his hard length sliding against mine is maddening—the heat, the friction, the taboo thrill of feeling another man’s cock against my own.
“I want you, Elliot,” Julian growls, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that scrapes across my senses. “Want every inch of you. Want to ruin you for anyone else.”
His grip tightens so that the pressure is exquisite as he strokes us together. My hips buck, seeking more of that delicious friction.
“Come for me,” he demands, his eyes locked on mine. “Come all over my cock. Now.”
It’s not a request but a command, and my body responds instantly. The orgasm crashes through me with stunning force. I cry out as hot ropes of cum pulse from my cock, coating Julian’s length and his fist. The sight of my release marking him is almost as overwhelming as the pleasure itself.
Before I can catch my breath, Julian spins me around, pushing me forward until I’m bent over, my hands bracing against the wall.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice thick with lust. “Ass up for me.”
I drop to all fours, my body trembling with aftershocks. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel a strange liberation as I present myself to him.
“You’re going to take every inch,” Julian says, positioning himself behind me. “Going to fuck another load out of you while I breed this tight little ass again.”
My spent cock instantly twitches with renewed interest, making me desperate for him to make good on his promise.
I hear the distinctive click of a bottle cap behind me. A moment later, something cold and slick drizzles between my ass cheeks, making me shiver. Julian’s fingers spread the lube around my entrance, teasing but not entering.
“Still want this?” he asks, the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
“Yes,” I manage, my voice rough with need. “Yes, Sir.”
Julian pushes forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. There’s a burning sensation—I’m still sore from before when he claimed me for the first time—but the discomfort is overwhelmed by how desperately I want him inside me.
I push back against him, bearing down to make it easier, silently begging for more.
Each inch slides in deeper than the last until he’s fully seated inside me.
The sensation of being so filled is overwhelming.
My cock, which had begun to soften after my release, is instantly hard again, hanging heavy between my legs.
“Fuck,” I gasp, adjusting to the fullness.
Julian grips my hips and pulls back slowly before slamming forward in one deep thrust. The force of it rocks me forward, and my cock bobs up and down, slapping against my stomach.
The dual sensation—his cock hitting something incredible inside me while my own erection swings freely—tears a moan from my throat that I barely recognize as my own.
“Look at me,” Julian commands, his voice tight with restraint. “Turn your head. I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
I twist my neck, looking back over my shoulder at him. His mask is gone now, and seeing his face—flushed with desire, eyes dark and hungry as they lock onto mine—makes everything more real. More intimate.
“Don’t look away,” he says, maintaining eye contact as he begins to move in earnest. “Such a beautiful boy taking my cock like a hungry little slut.”
Julian’s eyes bore into mine as he thrusts into me, each stroke hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. The intensity overwhelms me, breaking down the last of my inhibitions.
“Fuck, Julian,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
The words tumble out before I can censor them, honest in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be. I face forward, unable to keep looking over my shoulder as he fucks me roughly.
“Harder,” I beg, surprising myself with my boldness. “Please, fuck me harder.”
Julian slaps my ass as his pace increases. The thought of bearing his handprint on my skin sends another wave of arousal through me.
“You feel so fucking good inside me,” I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “So big... stretching me open... God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”
My cheeks burn with the admission, but I can’t stop the words now that they’ve started flowing. Years of repression crumble with each thrust of Julian’s hips.
“You like that, baby?” Julian growls.
“Yes,” I gasp, abandoning all pretense. “I love your cock inside me. Need it. Need you to fill me up with your cum.”
I reach between my legs to stroke myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Want to come with you inside me,” I pant, my filter completely gone. “Want to feel you come deep in my ass. Please, Sir. Please give it to me.”