Silver in the Dark #4
I screamed, my back arching so hard my spine popped against the hard wood of the chair.
He didn't take me into his mouth. He just licked the tip, swirling his tongue around the slit, lapping up my pre-come slowly.
He kept it up for minutes, edging me flawlessly, his tongue flicking and teasing until I was a sobbing, thrashing mess, begging him for release.
“Draco, please,” I whined, my hips bucking wildly. “Just put it in your mouth. Please.”
He stopped licking me. He stood up to his full, imposing height, his massive, hairy chest heaving, his own erection pointing straight at my face.
“My turn,” he stated flatly.
He grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling violently in my hair, and yanked me forward. He didn't give me a second to prep, didn't give me a warning. He just shoved his hips forward and drove his massive, leaking cock straight past my lips and down my throat.
I gagged violently, my eyes watering instantly as he hit the back of my throat with a brutal, unapologetic force. He was too big, too thick, but he didn't care. He held my head in a vice grip and began to fuck my face with a terrifying, relentless rhythm.
“Take it,” Draco snarled, his hips snapping forward, driving his thick pubic hair right into my nose and cheeks. “Take every fucking inch of it, Nico.”
I couldn't breathe. I was entirely consumed by the taste of him—salt, heavy musk, and cold, dominating power.
His balls slapped heavily against my chin with every brutal thrust. I was choking, tears streaming freely down my face, but I forced my throat to open, swallowing around his staggering girth.
He fucked my mouth senseless. It wasn't a blowjob; it was a claiming. He used my throat like a wet, desperate sleeve, his thrusts turning erratic and violent. Saliva poured from my lips, soaking his dark pubic hair and dripping down my chest.
“Yeah, suck it,” Draco grunted, his grip in my hair tightening until my scalp burned. “Sloppy, Nico. Make it fucking wet.”
He pulled almost all the way out, the blunt head popping past my lips with a wet smack, before slamming his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt again. I whined, my hands gripping his hard, hairy thighs, trying desperately to anchor myself in the storm of his assault.
“I'm going to ruin you,” Draco hissed, his eyes completely black as he looked down at my tear-streaked, spit-covered face.
He didn't give me a single second to breathe. Draco pulled back just enough to clear my throat before driving forward again, his hips snapping with a bruising, relentless velocity that sent shockwaves all the way down my spine. He was destroying my mouth, using my face as his personal fuck toy.
“Take it,” he snarled, his grip in my hair absolute, forcing my head to follow his brutal rhythm. “Take my cock down your fucking throat.”
He fucked my mouth senseless for another agonizing minute, pushing me right to the edge of blacking out, before he finally pulled out.
I collapsed back into the chair, gasping frantically for air, a thick string of spit connecting my bruised lips to the blunt, shining head of his cock.
“You take it so well,” Draco murmured. “But we're just getting started.”
Before I could even process the words, his massive hands clamped down on my biceps and yanked me out of the chair.
Then he slammed me face-first into the cold stone wall.
The shock of the freezing stone against my overheated skin made me shriek. Draco didn't hesitate. He grabbed my left wrist, pulling my arm high above my head, and I heard the heavy, metallic clink of a chain. A thick iron cuff snapped shut around my wrist. He grabbed my right arm and did the same.
I was strung up, my arms pulled taut above me, my chest and face pressed flat against the freezing wall. My legs were spread wide to keep my balance, my ass completely exposed and elevated, offering myself entirely to the monster standing behind me.
“Look at you,” Draco purred, his voice dropping into a dark, vibrating register right by my ear. He ran a cold, calloused hand down my spine, tracing the shivering line of my vertebrae. “Chained to my wall like a piece of meat. You belong here, Nico.”
I whimpered, pulling against the heavy iron cuffs. They didn't give an inch.
“Spread them wider,” he commanded, his hand dropping to my hip, his fingers digging painfully into the muscle.
I obeyed instantly, shifting my feet further apart, opening my cheeks completely to the cool air of the dungeon.
I felt the hot ghost of his breath against my wet, trembling cleft a second before his tongue lashed out.
I screamed, my hips bucking wildly against the stone wall.
Draco dragged his hot, wet tongue directly over my tight, sensitive hole, lapping at the puckered skin with a ravenous intensity.
It was an absolute shock to the system. He pushed his tongue deep, swirling it around the tight ring of muscle, tasting the sweat and the lingering slickness of my own desperation.
“You taste incredible,” Draco growled against my skin, his hands gripping my hips to hold me steady as he ate my ass. “So sweet and so fucking needy.”
He reached around my body with one arm, his large hand finding my weeping, neglected cock. He didn't stroke it with his hand. Instead, he leaned under me, twisting his angle, and took the heavy, aching head of my erection into his mouth while his other hand moved to my ass.
I was completely surrounded by him. He sucked my cock from below, his tongue swirling over the slit, while he pressed a single, thick finger against my slick hole.
“Open up,” he demanded, his voice muffled around my shaft.
He shoved the first finger inside me. I gasped, my back arching off the wall. It was a tight, burning stretch, but he didn't stop there. He knuckled deep, hitting my prostate with a brutal pressure that made my vision flash white.
“Yeah, take it,” Draco taunted, pulling off my cock with a wet smack, leaving it bobbing and slick with his saliva. He spat into his palm, a heavy, wet sound, and slathered his fingers in it. “You're so fucking tight, Nico. Let's see how much of me you can really take.”
He lined up a second finger and shoved it in alongside the first. I sobbed, my hips rolling back against his hand instinctively. He scissored them open, stretching my walls, churning my insides with a ruthless, demanding rhythm.
He added a third. The stretch turned agonizing, a tearing, blinding fullness that made me shriek, my fingers clawing uselessly at the cold stone. He pumped three fingers in and out of me, hitting my prostate with every thrust, completely destroying whatever was left of my sanity.
“Draco—fuck—please!” I begged, my cock leaking thick strings of pre-come down my stomach.
He shoved a fourth finger inside, his thumb pressing hard against my perineum. I choked on a scream, my entire body vibrating. He was stretching me to my absolute limit, his massive hand completely owning my ass.
“Look how wide you are for me,” Draco praised, his voice dark and heavy with lust. “You're gaping around my fingers. You want the rest, don't you?”
He didn't give me a choice. With a brutal, unapologetic shove, he buried his thumb inside me, forcing all five fingers deep into my tight, weeping hole.
He held his fist inside me for a long, agonizing minute, letting my body stretch and acclimate to the impossible violation, before he slowly, deliberately began to pull out.
My inner muscles dragged against his knuckles, desperate to hold onto the fullness. When his fingertips finally popped free with a wet, hollow sound, I felt incredibly empty. I slumped against the freezing stone, my chest heaving, my ass completely gaping and slick with his spit and my own heat.
He stepped flush against my back, his massive, hairy chest crushing me against the wall. The coarse pelt of his body hair scratched against my shivering skin. He reached around, grabbing my jaw in a vice grip, forcing my head to turn so he could look into my eyes.
“Tell me who owns you, Nico,” Draco demanded, his black eyes boring into my soul. “Tell me what to do to you. And use the right title.”
“Draco—” I gasped, but his grip tightened painfully.
“No,” he hissed, his thumb pressing into my cheek. “You're a needy, desperate little slut, and you need to be put in your place. Call me Daddy.”
A fresh wave of heat flooded my groin, the sheer degradation of the demand completely hijacking my nervous system. I stared at the ancient, terrifying predator, my chest heaving against the cold stone.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a broken sob. “Please fuck me. Please.”
Draco groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure, unfiltered dominance. “Good boy.”
He released my jaw and reached for the bottle of freezing silicone lube he'd left on the floor. I heard the wet squelch of it pooling in his palm.
“You think you have secrets in my house, Nico?” Draco purred, his voice dropping into a dark, conversational tone that was somehow more terrifying than his growls.
He slathered the freezing lube over the massive, weeping head of his cock, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
“This is my domain. The wards, the walls, the shadows—they're all mine. I see everything.”
My breath hitched.
“I saw them,” Draco whispered, stepping closer, pressing the slick, blunt head of his erection right against my gaping entrance. “I saw Mateo and Rowan tie you to my bed. I saw them spit on you. I saw them spit-roast you, pumping you so full of their wolf seed that it leaked out of you for hours.”
“Daddy—” I choked out, a flush of pure, scorching humiliation burning its way up my neck.