Blaze POV #2
“Beg me,” I demand, voice dark and cruel. “Better yet, admit you’re fucking gay and that you love getting railed by my cock.”
He whimpers, shaking his head desperately even as his hole keeps clenching around me, trying to pull me deeper.
I laugh low and vicious, slowly grinding my cock against his prostate while keeping his orgasm denied. “Such a needy fucking cockslut… dripping, moaning, and pushing back on me like a bitch in heat, but you still won’t beg?”
I squeeze his cock again, harder this time, and feel him shudder violently beneath me.
“You’re going to break for me, Dylan. I’m not letting you cum until you admit exactly what you are.”
I pull back and slam into him again, starting the whole vicious cycle over.
And I won’t stop until he’s crying, begging, and screaming that he’s mine.
“Pathetic. Absolutely fucking pathetic. Dripping everywhere, moaning like a cheap whore, desperately fucking yourself on my dick… and you still won’t beg like the slut you are?”
I slam into him harder, the bedframe smashing against the wall with every vicious thrust. Dylan’s smaller body jolts forward, his hands fisting the sheets like he’s trying to hold on for dear life.
“F-fuck you!” he snarls through gritted teeth, voice cracking.
I laugh, low and mean, and yank his head back by his hair. “That’s the best you’ve got? ‘Fuck you’? Pathetic. Your girlfriend is getting her brains fucked out by Titan again right now no doubt and all you can say is ‘fuck you’ while your greedy hole milks my cock like it’s starving for it.”
I pull out almost completely, then drive back in with one brutal snap of my hips. He cries out, the sound raw and broken. I do it again. And again. Each thrust is punishing, deliberate, making sure he feels every thick inch stretching him open.
I wrap my hand around his leaking cock and stroke him fast, bringing him right to the edge in seconds.
His thighs start shaking. His hole flutters wildly around me.
I stop moving. I squeeze the base of his cock so hard he gasps.
“Blaze, you fucking asshole!” he spits, trying to buck against me.
I lean down, biting the shell of his ear.
“Keep swearing at me, baby. It only makes me want to ruin you more.” I start fucking him again, slow and deep, dragging my cock over his prostate on every stroke.
“You’re not even a man anymore, are you?
Just a tight, sloppy hole for me to use.
Your girlfriend is out there getting properly fucked and you’re in here crying on my dick like a desperate little cumdump. ”
“Shut the fuck up!” he growls, but his voice is getting weaker, more desperate.
I edge him again. And again. Every time he gets close I stop completely, squeezing his cock until the orgasm dies, leaving him whimpering and shaking.
His ass is glowing red from my handprints.
His hole is puffy and gaping every time I pull out, only to be brutally stretched open again when I slam back in.
By the sixth time I deny him, he’s a mess.
Tears are leaking from the corners of his eyes. His whole body is trembling. He’s swearing at me between broken moans, calling me every name he can think of, but his hips never stop pushing back, desperately trying to fuck himself on my cock.
I grind deep, rolling my hips so the head of my cock stays pressed against his prostate. “Look at you. Pathetic. You can’t even pretend anymore. You’re not gay? Bullshit. You’re my gay little pain slut now. Say it.”
He shakes his head, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.
I stop moving completely, buried to the hilt, and squeeze his cock again.
“Please…” The word slips out, barely a whisper, like it was torn from him against his will.
I smirk against his neck. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”
He whimpers, hips twitching helplessly. “P-please… Blaze…”
“Please what?” I ask, voice soft and cruel as I give him one tiny, teasing thrust. “Use your words, slut. Beg me like the broken little whore you are.”
His voice cracks, shame and need mixing together as he finally breaks.
“Please… l-let me cum… I can’t, I need it… please fuck me and let me cum…”
I smile against his skin, dark satisfaction flooding through me.
There it is.
My perfect, ruined Little Rabbit.
“It’s not good enough,” I whisper hotly against his ear, rolling my hips in slow, deep thrusts that drag over his prostate with every stroke. “Admit it.”
Dylan shakes his head frantically, biting back a moan.
I stop moving completely, buried to the hilt inside him. “Then I stop. Every single time you get close, I stop. Because you’re not gay, right Dylan?” I smile against his neck. “Why the fuck would you beg me to let you cum if you’re not gay?”
He whimpers desperately and tries to push back onto my cock. I grab his hip hard, holding him still.
“Ah ah… no moving. You’re not gay, remember?” I lean closer, voice low and mocking. “You just like getting your tight little ass drilled by cock. That’s all. Nothing gay about that, is there?”
A broken, needy sound escapes him.
“P-please…”
Fuck. That stutter hits me straight in the gut.
“Say it,” I snarl, giving him one single, teasing thrust.
“I… I…”
I bite down on his neck hard enough to make him cry out. “Say it, Dylan. Say the words.”
His voice cracks, barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m g-gay.”
The admission sends a dark thrill through me. I want to drag this out longer, make him scream it, make him cry it, but for now… I’ll take it.
“Good boy,” I growl, satisfaction dripping from my voice.
I start fucking him again, deep, hard, and relentless. Dylan moans loudly, immediately pushing back onto my cock like a desperate slut, chasing every thrust.
I bite his shoulder and slam into him harder, finally giving him what his body has been begging for.
“That’s it… my gay little whore.”
The second the words leave my mouth, Dylan’s whole body shudders violently beneath me. I feel his hole clench hard around my cock like it’s trying to pull me even deeper.
I start fucking him with long, punishing strokes, no more teasing, no more mercy. Every thrust is brutal, deep, and possessive, the sound of my hips slamming against his raw, red ass filling the room.
Dylan moans helplessly into the pillow, broken and loud, his smaller body jerking forward with every snap of my hips. He’s not fighting anymore. He’s pushing back, greedy and desperate, taking every inch like he was made for it.
“Fuck... Blaze... p-please—” His voice cracks, wrecked and needy.
I reach under him, wrap my hand around his dripping cock and stroke him hard and fast, matching the rhythm of my thrusts.
“You’re gonna cum for me like the pathetic little slut you are,” I growl against his ear, biting down on his neck. “While your girlfriend is no doubt getting fucked by someone else, you’re in here creaming on my cock. Say thank you.”
He sobs, the sound muffled, but I feel his cock pulse wildly in my hand.
“Thank you, fuck, thank you—” he chokes out, completely broken.
That’s all it takes.
Dylan cries out sharply as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. His hole clamps down around me like a vice, pulsing and fluttering as he shoots all over my hand and the sheets, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
The feeling of him coming so hard while I’m buried inside him rips my own release out of me.
I slam in deep one last time and groan loudly as I cum, flooding his tight little hole with thick, hot spurts. I grind against him through it, pumping every drop deep inside him, marking him from the inside out.
“Mine,” I snarl against his neck, still rocking my hips slowly as we both come down, my cock still twitching inside him. “Fucking mine.”
Dylan whimpers softly, trembling underneath me, completely spent and ruined.
I don’t pull out.
I stay buried deep, holding his smaller body tight against mine, breathing hard against his sweat-damp skin.
He’s not going anywhere. Not now that he's admitted it.