Dylan POV
I shouldn’t like this. I know I shouldn’t.
I’m not supposed to be gay. I’m supposed to marry a woman, Sasha or someone like her, settle down, have kids, and take my place in my father’s world like the perfect heir I was raised to be.
Instead, I’m bent over with my ass in the air, moaning like a slut while Blaze degrades me and fingers me open.
And the worst part? I’m fucking enjoying it.
Something in my head has completely come loose.
Why the hell does it turn me on so much when he calls me a whore?
Why does my cock throb every time he spanks me and tells me how pathetic and desperate I am?
I should be disgusted. I should be fighting him.
But every cruel word that comes out of his mouth just makes me leak more and push back against his fingers like a needy bitch in heat.
His fingers thrust deeper again, curling hard against that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. A broken, embarrassing sound rips out of my throat before I can stop it.
“F-fuck…” I whimper into the pillow, my face burning with shame.
I hate how good it feels. I hate that my body is betraying me so completely.
I hate that part of me doesn’t want him to stop.
Every degrading word, every slap, every filthy taunt just winds me tighter and tighter.
My cock is aching, dripping steadily onto the sheets, and I can’t even pretend I don’t want this anymore.
This is so fucked up.
I’m not supposed to crave being used like this. I’m not supposed to get off on being called a desperate little slut. But here I am, ass red and stinging, hole stretched around his thick fingers, moaning and grinding back like I was made for it.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight the overwhelming rush of pleasure and shame twisting together inside me, but it’s useless.
I’m losing.
And the terrifying part is… I don’t want to win anymore.
His fingers thrust deeper again, curling viciously against that spot inside me, and a broken, humiliating sound rips out of my throat again before I can stop it.
I shouldn’t like this. I know I shouldn’t.
But fuck… I do.
Blaze chuckles darkly behind me, low and satisfied.
“Listen to that pathetic little noise. You really are a pain slut, aren’t you?
” He pulls his fingers almost all the way out, then slams them back in hard, scissoring them roughly.
“Your hole is gripping me so tight every time it hurts. Your cock’s dripping like a faucet. ”
I moan into the pillow, my face burning with shame. He’s right. Every time the stretch burns or his fingers drag too roughly, my cock twitches and leaks even more.
Blaze yanks my head back by my hair, arching my back painfully as he leans over me. “Don’t hide that pretty face. I want to hear every disgusting sound you make while I play with you.”
He spits on my hole and forces a fourth finger inside me. The sharp burn makes my eyes water, but my hips push back on their own, chasing the pain and the pleasure mixed together. A sob catches in my throat.
“Yeah… there it is,” he growls, voice thick with arousal.
“Cry for me, Little Rabbit. I love how your tight little ass tries to fight me but your body keeps begging for more.” He twists his fingers cruelly, stretching me wider than I thought I could take.
“You like when it hurts, don’t you? That’s why you’re leaking all over the sheets like a desperate whore. ”
He releases my hair only to reach underneath me and pinch my nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers. The sharp sting shoots straight to my cock and I cry out, hips jerking.
“F-fuck— Blaze—”
“That’s right. Say my name while I hurt you.” He slaps my already burning ass again, then immediately squeezes my balls tight in his other hand, rolling them roughly. The pain is intense, borderline too much, but it makes my cock throb so hard I feel dizzy.
He keeps alternating, slow, teasing strokes of his fingers, then sudden hard thrusts, pinching, slapping, pulling my hair. Every time I get close, he stops moving completely, leaving me whimpering and empty, only to start again when my breathing calms.
“You’re shaking,” he mocks, voice dripping with amusement. “So fucking needy. I bet you’d let me do anything to you right now. I could slap your cock raw and you’d thank me for it, wouldn’t you?”
I bite the pillow to stop myself from answering, but a desperate whine still escapes me when he curls his fingers again and grinds them hard against my prostate.
Blaze laughs, low and cruel. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
He pulls his fingers out completely, leaving me clenching around nothing, then immediately slaps my swollen hole with his wet fingers. The sting makes me jolt and moan loudly.
“Pathetic,” he whispers, shoving three fingers back in deep and scissoring them brutally. “Look at you… ass up, crying, dripping, begging for more pain like the dirty little masochist you are.”
I can’t even deny it anymore.
Every cruel word, every slap, every brutal stretch just pushes me higher and I hate how much I fucking love it, but at the same time, I fucking don't.
He leans over me again, his chest pressing against my back as he grinds his fingers even deeper inside me. “You know what’s so fucking ironic?” he chuckles darkly, dragging his tongue slowly up the side of my neck.
I feel his teeth sink into my skin, hard enough to make me gasp, before he pulls back and suddenly flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing. His face hovers inches above mine. I’m panting, trying desperately to catch my breath, my body still trembling from everything he’s doing to me.
“You’re never gonna be normal again after tonight,” he says, voice low and cruel.
“Not after you let me break you like this.” He laughs softly, eyes gleaming.
“How are you ever going to look poor little Sasha in the face again? Guarantee that if you marry her, she’ll question it every single day when you can’t even get hard for her. ”
His words hit me like ice water.
The fog of pleasure, the haze, the sick thrill, it all shatters in a single second. I don’t think. I just react.
I slam my hand forward, jamming my fingers straight into his eyes. Blaze curses and recoils. I scramble off the bed as fast as I can, heart pounding, and bolt for the door completely naked.
“Hard limit, Little Rabbit?” he laughs behind me, but I’m already gone.
I storm down the hallway toward the main room, shame and anger burning through me. I only make it a few steps before a woman’s loud, filthy moan stops me dead in my tracks.
My eyes snap up.
Sasha is half-naked, pinned against the wall by Titan. He’s fucking her hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her head thrown back in pleasure.
What the fuck? What the actual fuck?!
Before I can even process it, a strong hand clamps over my mouth from behind. I’m dragged backwards into the room. My back hits the bed and Blaze is on top of me again in seconds, pinning me down with his much larger body.
“You know poking someone in the eyes is fucking torture, right?” he growls, still blinking. “I still can’t fucking see properly.”
“Fuck you, Blaze! Let me go!”
“No.” He smirks down at me, that arrogant, infuriating smirk that makes my blood boil even more.
“No?” I snap. “Sasha is out there right now—”
His hand slams back over my mouth, cutting me off. “Getting railed by Titan?” he finishes for me, voice mocking. “You really think she’s going to stop for you? You think running out there and sulking like a whiny little bitch is going to change anything?”
He leans in closer, eyes dark. “Maybe she’ll drop to her knees later and beg you to forgive her. Maybe she’ll even suck your dick out of guilt. But I guarantee next week, when you’re trying to fuck her, she won’t be thinking about you. She’ll be thinking about Titan’s cock.”
My whole body tenses.
Blaze doesn’t wait. His fingers slide back inside me, pushing deep without warning. I buck hard, trying to throw him off, but he just laughs and pins me harder.
“Do you really think she’s ever going to want you after this?” he taunts, curling his fingers cruelly. “After she’s had a real man fuck her properly?”
His words sink in like a knife, cutting straight through the fog of pleasure.
My stomach twists with shame, but before I can even try to answer, Blaze yanks his fingers out of me completely.
The sudden emptiness makes me clench around nothing, a desperate, humiliating whimper slipping out before I can stop it.
Then I feel it, the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing right against my hole, hot and slick with lube.
“Blaze...wait—”
He doesn’t.
He grips my hips bruisingly tight and thrusts forward in one hard, relentless stroke, forcing every thick inch of his cock deep inside me.
The stretch is brutal.
A sharp, burning pain explodes through my body as my hole is forced open around his thick length. It feels like he’s splitting me in half. The burn is so intense my eyes water and a broken cry tears out of my throat.
He’s so much bigger than his fingers, so much thicker, and this is only the second time he’s fucked me, but it feels even more overwhelming than the first. Every inch drags against my walls, stretching me wider than I thought I could take, the pain sharp and deep and so fucking raw.
“F-fuck!” I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets, my smaller body jerking under his much larger frame.
Blaze groans low and satisfied as he bottoms out, his hips flush against my already stinging ass. “That’s it… take every fucking inch, you pathetic little whore. Feel how full you are now? Your greedy hole is sucking me in like it was made for my cock.”
He doesn’t give me any time to adjust. He pulls back almost all the way and slams back in hard, setting a punishing rhythm right away.
Every deep thrust makes the burn flare up again, the pain sharp and stinging, but underneath it is this sick, overwhelming pleasure that makes my cock throb and leak steadily onto the sheets.