Chapter Six #3
Taking it with a startled grunt, my cock instantly leaks in my pants.
The sensation of smooth flesh covering a deliciously hard object resting on my tongue has my eyes rolling back in my head.
And before I can overthink it, I’m bobbing.
Sucking and chasing, while reacquainting myself with this action.
It’s been a while— not that long —but it comes back to me quickly, like muscle memory. Relaxing my throat, I let him slide back, gagging a little, but gulping all the same. The taste of salt and clean, soft flesh wrapped around a thick, solid shaft curls my toes and throbs my balls.
I swear to God, I could have a full-blown orgasm just from this. Or a million little ones, either way.
I don’t get it. I don’t fucking understand this need , and I never have. But I’m also not trying to think about anything right now.
No labels, no consequences.
No fighting.
Just fucking.
“Greedy boy,” The Ivory purrs while fucking in and out of my mouth. I catch a spurt on my tongue, and I groan, sucking it all out and swallowing as he growls, “ Hungry boy…”
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. And every single thing I was just feeling is stomped out in an instant of fast, petrified regret.
Oh God, oh Jesus… Who is that??
They’re gonna see me in here. They’re gonna know, and they’re gonna tell someone.
Everyone is going to find out what I do, who I am, what I am.
My secrets will all be exposed, and then I’ll just be…
Out in the open.
Bright lights shining in my face.
I’m frozen, dick still in my mouth, just gawking up at him with wide, watery eyes, asking a wordless question. What do I do?? Followed by a silent plea. Please please please, don’t let them know…
The Warden swallows visibly. Then he scoots forward in his chair, removing himself from my mouth while shoving me underneath his desk with his legs.
“Come in,” he calls to whomever is knocking.
I’m terrified. Shaking so hard, my body is spasming. But I press my lips together and keep absolutely still. Staring at The Ivory’s dick while someone enters his office.
Jesus fucking Christ, what am I doing??
Whose life is this?!
The Warden tucks himself away—though it doesn’t seem to want to go away, a fact I’m not trying to think about right now—zipping up his fly with someone in his office. It’s fucking whacked. I have no goddamn clue what’s happening, but I’m radiating two very different things…
Explicit fear, and illicit thrill.
“Never you mind what’s happening in here, Officer,” he says to the person. Even from under his desk, I can hear a faint smirk in his voice. “How can I help you?”
But then I zero in on his words. Clearly, the person is suspicious of something… And why wouldn’t they be?? He literally just zipped up in front of them.
My limbs are jittering from nerves and the pain of being cuffed behind my back for so long, but I’m trying to hold them steady, to keep the cuffs from making noise.
“Wilkerson’s dead. Darcey,” the deep male brogue speaks, and I recognize it instantly.
It’s Velle. Fuck.
Fuck fuckity fucking fuck!
He’s the last person I’d ever want to find out about this!
Side note: Darcey killed Wilkerson already??
Damn, the kid works quick.
Holding my breath, I watch as The Ivory’s hands rest on his knees, and he leans back in his chair, obviously not fazed by his shirt still being untucked and his belt being open.
“Do you know what I’m going to say, Jonathan?” He speaks so casually, so polished and engaging… I have to stop from answering him myself. “Ivan Wilkerson was a waste of space, yes, but the fact remains. No one can know about this. Do you understand?”
Obviously, he’s not talking to me. But that sure is a purposeful thing to say when there’s literally another person in the room and they both know it.
“So you’ll have to take care of it.” He continues firmly. “Yourself.”
The room is silent for a moment, while I’m trembling, crouched under this goddamn desk, scared as hell of making a peep.
“I don’t want to do it again…” Velle whispers, soft and more vulnerable than I could ever imagine him sounding.
“But you must, Jonathan,” The Ivory counters. “You’re the only one I can trust to do so.”
This is nuts. This conversation I’m overhearing is almost as insane as the fact that I’m under the Warden’s desk right now, jaw sore from sucking his giant, evil dick.
It wouldn’t take a genius to decode what they’re sort of dancing around here.
Wilkerson’s dead. No one can know. You have to take care of it.
All signs point to The Ivory making Velle dispose of the body.
But Velle said… I don’t want to do it again. Meaning, he’s done it before.
My spine stiffens. How many times? How many bodies??
How often has Velle taken care of something for him?
My guess would be a lot.
I don’t have time to obsess over it any further, though. Because the Warden is slowly lowering his zipper once more.
Um… what?
Reaching forward, he grasps my jaw, tugging me back to his cock. And just like before, the hesitation is minimal. I give in easily and welcome him back into my mouth.
I mean… I’m already down here…
Might as well ride this wicked locomotive straight to hell.
Easing myself in between his legs for a better position, I pick up where I left off, losing myself in blowing him.
Bobbing up and down beneath his desk, slurping on the Warden’s thick cock while John fucking Chevelle , Head Correctional Officer of Alabaster Pen and one of Manuel Blanco’s most loyal pets, is standing right on the other side of this sturdy wooden structure.
Watching…? I assume he is. I haven’t heard him move.
And the idea that he might be… intrigued by this little show, or maybe even aroused by it, has me pulsing even more precum into my already damp boxers.
I’m out of my fucking mind. Practically in outer space.
This is so intense; I feel like I could come and cry and collapse all at once.
In fact, there are tears streaming down my cheeks, and now my dick won’t stop leaking.
My mouth is overflowing with saliva, helping me to suck sloppily.
It’s probably loud, but I can barely hear anything over the rush of blood in my ears.
“I know you’ll handle it, Jonathan. Because you’re strong… and capable…” The Warden goes on speaking, but his voice is echoey and muffled, being drowned out by the sounds of messy wet suction and my soft, eager little secret slut breaths.
He sounds sinister. In my head, he’s Satan.
And I’m on my knees, cuffed, under his desk… Sucking on the wicked dick of Lucifer. The fallen angel.
His fingers caress my face gently as he croons, “You’re just what I need, you know that, right?”
I nod frantically, sucking almost mercilessly on his big cock, sticking my tongue out to cradle the shaft, trying like hell to throat him deep enough to lick his balls.
Am I doing well for you?
Are you enjoying this?
Use my mouth… Fuck , please pour cum down my fucking throat, evil Daddy.
“Good boy,” he praises, and I fucking break.
Cum begins throbbing uncontrollably from my cock, soaking the entire inside of my boxers. It feels like I’m melting into a puddle, just trying to breathe through my nose and not openly weep on him while he asks Velle, “Will that be all, Officer?”
Velle mumbles a weak, “Yes, sir.” Then I hear him stomping away, leaving and closing the door behind him.
My sucking has slowed way down, but I’m still on it, basking in the high of what just happened. A wave of vitality washes over me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. A fullness, completion , but also control. I’ve never felt so powerful… It’s wild.
This… is what Ren feels.
This is what he felt.
The Ivory scoots back just enough to gaze down at me. His dark eyes are glittering with ravenous desire.
“This is an exceptional mouth,” he rasps, swiping a wetness from my cheek with his thumb. “You nearly had me spilling into you while he was standing right there.”
Please please please please please…
More.
“Keep going, wicked boy,” he whispers, closing his eyes and reclining in his chair. “I’m sending you back with a belly full of cum.”
In this moment, I’m watching myself from outside the glass…
Through the window, I see myself, sucking the cock of a villain. I’m gazing with eyes widened in disbelief.
I see myself in the bedroom with the dark-haired stranger. He’s on top of me , pushing my legs open…
What the fuck…?
God, fuck me…
The Ivory stiffens, his lids growing visibly heavy. He bites his lip. It’s… so pink.
Then he lets out a sweet, breathy grunt before his long cock bursts, and he spills hot cum into my throat. It’s pulsing in waves, and I’m gulping them back, swallowing and sucking, so far outside of myself, I’m not sure I’ll ever make it back.
Of course, I do. It only takes a few moments for the high to wear off. And a thick bout of nausea overtakes me, smothering me like a weighted blanket.
“Shush,” The Ivory says, still petting me as he pulls his softening dick away and tucks it back into his pants. “Calm now. No need to panic.”
My head is shaking back and forth. I’m freaking out , on the verge of a massive anxiety attack.
I just want to get out of here.
Let me out…
I want… out.
Crawling out from under his desk, I go to stand, wobbling so bad I nearly fall down. He stands before me, steadying me with his hands on my waist.
“D-don’t t-touch me,” I stammer, lightheaded. “Just let me… out.”
“Byron, look at me,” he snaps, grasping my face. I blink over and over to stop unwanted tears from bursting out of my eye sockets.
I don’t understand… what that was.
Who am I??
What am I doing??
What… am I?
“Fuck off,” I growl at him. “You… forced me to do that.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be boring. You sucked my dick, Byron. And you loved it. You came all over yourself, and do you know why?”
Because I’m fucking sick too…
“Because you’re hungry ,” he rumbles, eyes set on mine while I tremble and fight for breath. “You’ve been starved, and I fed you. Simple as that.”
I bite my lip.
“It’s okay to want in secret. It’s okay to play in secret, to unleash in secret…
To let go in secret. Just remember that who you are in the shadows is also who you are in the light.
” He leans in and presses a soft kiss on my lower lip.
It’s so unexpected, it stops my shivers, like the snap of a hypnotist’s fingers. “And who you are… is my property.”
Another knock at the door has me squirming again.
“Come in,” he says with the brush of his thumb over my lip.
He steps away from me just as Hancock comes trudging into his office. I’m not even sure how he knew to show up right now, but I’m too busy gawking at the Warden and praying to whoever wants to listen that no one notices the huge wet spot on my pants.
“Bring Mr. Kang to solitary,” the Warden says to Hancock, smirking at me. “He needs some time alone with his thoughts.”
You… fucking… monster.