7. Lucas
SEVEN
Lucas
Oh my god . I have never been in physical contact with another man’s cock, but there is a very big, very hard one pressed against my ass right now. What I don’t understand is why my own dick is stiff and aching in my jeans—and this isn’t even the first time.
What’s going on? Why do I keep getting hard?
When I jerk off, it takes me forever to get hard. I usually have to get frustrated and rough before I can come. And during my attempted hookup, I couldn’t even finish.
I thought there was something wrong with me, physically wrong with me. But my dick, which wouldn’t hold its erection in my last encounter, is now rock hard, and I haven’t even touched it.
It’s hard because I was touching him . Because I was looking at his cock. Because I was watching it stiffen—and I liked it.
But now that dick is pressed against my ass and I’m scared. I don’t know what he’s going to do. I don’t know what I want him to do.
So far he hasn’t hurt me, but that doesn’t mean he won’t.
And even if he doesn’t actually hurt me, do I want him to … fuck me? Do I even have a choice? Do I want a choice?
Fuck, I’m so confused.
I try not to squirm because I know it annoys him, but it’s hard to stay still with his forearm pressing against the head of my dick. He froze when he first felt my erection—and, yeah, I know it’s obvious—but now he’s breathing harder against me and his hand is starting to move across my bare torso.
This kind of contact, the way he’s so often been holding me, isn’t something I could ever have initiated myself. I’m not sure it’s something I could even have accepted if he hadn’t insisted on it. But he did insist and there was no point in fighting him.
I think that’s why I relaxed so quickly the first time he did it, accepted it so easily. And even though I know he’s dangerous, the way he’s been holding me has felt surprisingly good, even … safe.
But now I don’t know. I don’t know what he’s going to do.
I wish he could talk to me. I don’t think he’s able to. When I told him that I wished I knew his name, he was upset. It felt like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
He can communicate somewhat with tone, but I need more than that right now. I need to know what he’s going to do—
I gasp as his fingers sweep across my nipple. He teases and rubs it until I’m making a little whimpering sound that I don’t recognize, like the stimulation is somehow both too much and not enough. Then his hand slides up to my throat. It makes my heart leap, but when he squeezes lightly, it has my eyelids fluttering. I relax in his grip, like somehow it steals the thoughts from my head. I shudder as fresh arousal spills through me.
He makes a rumbling sound like he’s pleased then his hand slides down again, grazing my nipples teasingly before sweeping across my abs. I’m panting by the time he reaches the button of my jeans.
My heart leaps when he flicks open the button. I don’t know if it’s because this is new or because I’m a little bit scared, but I am hyperaware of every sensation, and the light pressure against my cock as he glides down my zipper has me trembling—but not exactly in a bad way.
I’m scared, but I’m curious. I’m so, so aroused, and I’ve never felt anything like it before.
He’s still behind me, still holding me as he opens my pants. His hard cock is still pressed against my ass. He’s breathing hard against the back of my neck.
His hand reaches inside my pants and grips my stiff dick through my underwear. I don’t know which of us groans louder.
He sits up. The sudden shift in the mattress has me rolling onto my back. The bare bulbs outside the cell offer enough light to show me his lean, ruggedly handsome face. But he’s not just handsome. He’s intense. He’s dangerous. I can see it in his eyes, in his expression, in the way he takes hold of my jeans and underwear.
My mouth opens, but I’m not sure what I want to say. No? Yes? Wait? I’m scared?
I don’t say anything.
Would it matter if I did? Would he stop? Would I want him to?
He tugs down my jeans and underwear. I cry out as my stiff cock is yanked down only to slap back up as it’s freed. Automatically, I cover myself with my hands as he moves down the bed and strips off everything, even my socks, baring me completely.
My heart leaps when he takes hold of my wrists and pulls my hands away from my cock.
I squirm self-consciously as he stares down at me. I don’t know what to think of my arousal. I’m overwhelmed by it. My cock is lying hard against my abdomen. It’s leaking .
It’s like my body isn’t within my own control. It’s responding exclusively to him. To the way he touches me. To the way he looks at me. Because even as my embarrassment is struggling to fade, I’m quivering under his gaze, desperately turned on by his attention, by the hungry sounds he’s making and the way he’s trembling as he stares at me. My cock twitches up from my belly. Jesus Christ, I didn’t even know it could do that on its own.
The fact that he’s still pinning my wrists, holding me still to be looked at makes it a hundred times more intense. So does the fact that there are no words between us, only actions.
I know I could say something, but I don’t.
He releases one of my wrists. I watch, mesmerized, as his hand curls around the stiff length of my cock. It’s almost as shocking to see it as to feel it. I don’t see it for long, however, because my eyes roll back in my head when he starts to stroke me.
I make wordless, gasping sounds as sensation explodes through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this.
His touch vanishes abruptly. The mattress shifts. I open my eyes to see him stand. He shoves down his black sweats.
My eyes lock on his huge, erect cock. It juts aggressively from his body, thick and threaded with veins, curving slightly upward to its broad, flared tip. At the base, his balls are large and swollen.
I writhe at the sight of it. I don’t know why. I just know that it turns me on so much that my stomach contracts and my mouth waters and more precum leaks from my dick.
But at the same time, cold terror whirls and mixes with that heated reaction. I can’t imagine that cock in my ass. I can’t imagine being fucked.
Is that what’s going to happen?
He bends and picks up a bottle from amid the mess of supplies on the floor. It’s some kind of oil, which he squirts into his palm. He recaps the bottle and drops it. Straightening, he wraps his hand around that massive cock and slicks it.
Oh my god.
When he drops down onto the mattress, with that huge cock glistening with oil and clearly ready to fuck me, I panic. There’s no thought, no decision made. I just scramble.
Of course he catches me. He wrestles me down like it’s nothing. He’s so big, so fucking strong. Within seconds, I’m on my side with him behind me, one of his arms hooking around my torso. His teeth clamp on the side of my neck, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to … what? Command me? Warn me? Reassure me?
I’m not actually sure, but my body reacts by calming down, by accepting his dominance.
His slick cock is caught stiffly against my hamstring. My attention is so strongly on that fact that I jump in surprise when his slick fingers slide between my ass cheeks. I cry out, clenching automatically when his oiled fingertip touches my hole.
I whimper, turning my face into the blanket as he starts to massage me. I have never, ever been touched there. It’s too unfamiliar. I’m scared.
But he doesn’t push inside. He just keeps massaging me until I realize that it doesn’t hurt. It actually feels … good.
Fuck, it feels really good.
I start panting. I start whining. He makes a rumbling sound like he’s pleased. He switches from biting to nibbling and licking.
Is it weird that I’m glad to have no control over this? I know this is going to happen, so I can just let it. I don’t have to decide. I don’t have to think.
His finger pushes inside. Fear spikes, and I clench against the intrusion. He grunts and waits. When I just keep clenching, his teeth close on the side of my neck again.
When I relax, he murmurs wordlessly and nuzzles the back of my head. His finger starts to stroke inside me. I lie still and make myself accept it. I don’t see any choice. I don’t want any choice. I know that’s the real truth. That’s why I’m silent. That’s why I haven’t said anything. If I did, it would be no—and I don’t want to say no.
Then my silence breaks.
“Ohhh,” I moan. “Fuuuuck. Oh my god .”
I writhe and push back against his hand as the foreignness subsides and I realize that it feels really, really good.
Another finger slides in. My mind is drifting. I’m already open and vulnerable when an unexpected burst of pleasure makes me buck and shout.
I cry out as I feel it again. My body relaxes further as I refocus on the pleasure deep inside me. I think—oh my god, I think that’s my prostate. I mean, I knew it was supposed to feel good but …
I moan and writhe as he pushes deeper, stretching and stroking me inside until all I can think about is that sensation.
My cock is aching, throbbing. I want to touch it, but I’m too lost in the pleasure of him stroking inside me, so lost in it that I’m loose and submissive as he pulls me up, turning me until I’m on my knees with my face on the mattress. He’s behind me, between my legs.
Fear rises through the haze of my arousal as his fingers withdraw and are immediately replaced by the huge head of his cock.
Oh my god. He’s about to fuck me. This isn’t something I’ve ever imagined. I can’t wrap my head around it.
I cry out as he starts to push inside, stretching me impossibly wide. I try to scramble away, but he hooks an arm around my hips. He stops pushing but doesn’t withdraw. I bury my face in the blankets, shaking. His hand settles on my back. He rubs, hesitantly at first, then more firmly.
I take a deep breath, trying to adjust to the sensation of my hole stretching around his cock.
I don’t understand how I can be shaking like this, overwhelmed like this, and still completely hard, but I am.
He starts to push inside me.
“Fuck!” I bark into the blankets. “Fuck!”
It’s too much. I can’t. I fucking can’t . I start clawing at the blankets. Tears spring to my eyes. He growls a warning and tightens his grip as he pushes, slowly but unrelentingly, deeper inside me.
And deeper.
And, holy fuck, deeper .
I’m gasping, shaking, sweating by the time his pelvis finally hits my ass.
I could never have imagined this reality. I’m on my knees with my face on a mattress, in a prison cell, and a very dangerous man has his huge cock buried in my ass. And despite the burn, despite the foreignness, despite the fact that this is scary as hell, my cock is still hard.
I haven’t even touched it.
This is not how I know my own body. I’m not sexual.
I moan as he pulls back. His cockhead drags through me. His hands are gripping my hips. I can hear his short, harsh breathing. I think he’s trying to control himself.
We both groan as he pushes back in. After a few more slow pumps, the burn is gone. It’s only fullness. Pressure. A thrum along my nerves and a deep, powerful arousal. I can feel my cock pressing up against my belly. My balls are full and aching. And when he starts to really fuck me, I moan and give myself to it.
His cock pumps into me. His pelvis smacks my ass. His balls slap against me. I push back because, fuck, it feels good.
He plants a hand on my lower back, pushing me into an arch—
“Fuck!” I shout as pleasure bursts inside me and I almost come. He fucks me harder and faster, punching deep, hitting my prostate again and again until my mind is shattered and I’m just moaning and half sobbing into the blankets because it’s too much, too much, too much.
Then I fucking explode.
I scream into the mattress as the most intense orgasm of my life rips through me. My balls draw up. My cock throbs and kicks. Hot cum hits my stomach and chest.
And he keeps fucking me. He’s grunting, pounding, rutting hard into my ass. His fingers dig into my hips. I feel every slap of his body, every inch of his cock.
I moan as I float inside myself. Pleasure, duller but deeper, builds again.
When he punches forward and shouts, when his cock kicks inside me and I feel the hot spurt of his cum, I thrash and scream because something just happened and, oh my fucking god, I think I just came again.
Spasms wrack my body. I’m outside myself. Shattered. I’m loose and unable to think as he pulls out of me. I whine softly at the empty feeling he leaves behind. I don’t like it. He maneuvers me onto my side and tugs me into the crook of his body. It’s not enough. The contact is external. It’s not the same.
I need … fuck, I need—
He parts my ass cheeks and slides his semi-hard cock back inside me.
I sigh in relief as the empty feeling vanishes and I feel … centered. Grounded.
I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m sure it’s just the intensity of the experience fucking up my head, but that’s how I feel.
Like this is right.
Like I’m exactly where I belong.