Dylan POV
The bike ride back to my apartment was a complete blur. One minute I was storming out of Sin, the next Blaze pulling up outside my building with me on the bike and my heart still racing.
Now, stepping inside, a heavy wave of anxiety crashes over me. What the fuck was I doing?
I went there tonight just to talk to Siren, to tell her about my new fiancée and try to get my head straight. But the second Blaze started ignoring me, acting like I didn’t even exist after everything that happened between us… something in me snapped.
I expected him to come after me. I wanted him to. Instead, he cut me off completely. So when Titan started flirting, I flirted back.
Which is fucking ridiculous.
I’m not gay. I can’t be gay. And now I’ve gone and put myself in this mess.
“You should leave,” I whisper.
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Blaze says, voice low and sharp. “You don’t get to play fuck Titan and then have me walk away before I make you regret it.”
I already fucking regret it. Titan! I don’t even think he’s gay. I think I was just a game to him, a way to taunt Blaze, which sure as fuck worked. I should have stuck to my rules, gone there, spoken to Siren, then left. I’m set to get married soon.
“I’m set to get married soon,” I explain, turning to face him. “The date is already set. So… you should leave.”
He steps closer. I move backwards until I fall into the seat, and he stares down at me.
“I’m not leaving until your mouth and your body know not to fucking use other men against me.”
“I wasn’t,” I snap, shaking my head. “We were just talking.”
He leans closer, his face getting right into mine. “Just talking doesn’t lead to him taking you to his private room at Sin. Just talking isn’t you willingly walking into that room.”
I try to laugh but it comes out shaky.
Blaze grips my chin firmly, forcing me to look up at him. His eyes stay locked on mine, dark and unreadable.
“You think this is funny?” Blaze asks, voice low and dangerous. “Flirting with Titan, going into his private room?”
My mouth opens to reply, and his thumb drags across my lip. My body shakes for some reason. “You need to open it wider,” he whispers.
I stare at him confused, then I hear it, the sound of him jerking off. My eyes fall and I stare. When did he push down his trousers? For some fucked up reason my mouth waters.
The grip on my chin moves to the back of my head and he stands up straighter, pulling me closer.
“I’m not—” I don’t get to finish that before his cock pushes into my mouth. I gag around him. Why the fuck was I about to say I’m not gay?
He groans and thrusts forward, gagging me again. My hands move, grasping his thighs, trying to push him away but he just thrusts deeper, making me gag harder.
“No pulling back Little Rabbit, you wanted Titan to destroy you, so now I get to.”
I try to pull back again but he thrusts forward, I gag, cough and splutter around him as he keeps going, thrusting faster and deeper. My jaw begins to hurt, but he holds me in place, fucking my throat like he wants me to remember what happens when I try to flirt with other guys for a reaction.
When he finally pulls back, tears are rolling down my cheeks. I suck in a greedy breath and he chuckles. “You were pushing me off, like you hated it, but your cock is hard.”
My head shakes, and he grasps my cock over my trousers. A groan escapes instantly at the feel of him touching me. “I did hate it,” I gasp.
“Yeah? Let’s make a deal Little Rabbit. Give in, enjoy it without fighting, and I promise to leave you alone after.”
I laugh. “You swore on your bike you would last time.”
“Hey, I will, until you come to me.”
I glance around. He’s lying, he always lies. “I’m getting married.”
“Yeah?” His head tilts. “But think about how good you will feel, you’re not married yet, Dylan, and to be fair, even if you get married, I’ll happily fuck you in the dark while your wife is watching the kids.”
Why does he have to be so fucking blunt? “You’re twisted,” I whisper.
“Yeah? Then what are you Dylan, as you’re blushing, your cock twitched and you got fucking harder when I said it.”
My head shakes but he grips the back of my neck and I freeze. “You have a major degrading and humiliation kink.” He moves closer, his lips against my neck. “And you’re scared of what people will think, no one will know, Dylan. You can enjoy it, get off on it with me, and no one will ever know.”
My breath comes quicker. He watches me closely, waiting, his hand still slowly stroking me. Just once.
I can do it just once more. Indulge in this one last time, let myself enjoy it, and then I’ll walk away for good.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach up and grab the back of Blaze’s neck, pulling him down to me. He startles slightly at the sudden movement.
“Then fucking destroy me, Blaze,” I whisper against his lips, voice shaking. “So I have something worthwhile to remember.”
His mouth crashes into mine instantly, hungry and possessive.
I don’t hold back this time. I kiss him back just as hard, my tongue sliding against his as a deep groan rumbles out of my chest. He climbs fully on top of me, straddling my lap, deepening the kiss while his hands work frantically to open my trousers.
He pulls my cock out and wraps his strong hand around it, stroking me firmly.
“All night, Dylan,” he growls against my mouth between kisses. “We’re not stopping. I’m fucking you all fucking night.”
My body trembles. “I-I’m busy—” I try to protest, but he cuts me off with another fierce kiss.
“I fucking love it when you stutter, baby,” he murmurs, sounding way too pleased.
I hate it. It infuriates me. I spent years training myself out of it, forcing myself to speak clearly, and now here I am, stuttering again because of him. It makes everything worse.
Blaze cups my face with one hand, holding me in place as he kisses me even deeper, his tongue gliding possessively against mine. He kisses like he’s claiming me. Like he already owns every part of me.
And right now… I guess he does.
I moan into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as he strokes me slowly, teasingly, his thumb brushing over the sensitive head of my cock. Every touch sends sparks through my body. My hips buck up into his fist without my permission, desperate for more.
This is dangerous. This feels too good. But I don’t stop him.
Just once more. I tell myself that lie again as I pull him closer, kissing him like I’m starving for him.
“You sure you want me to ruin you?” Blaze whispers against my lips, his voice low and rough.
I hesitate for half a second before nodding.
That’s all it takes.
He growls deep in his throat, pulls back, and stands up, dragging me up with him by my arm. Before I can even steady myself, he shoves his trousers the rest of the way down, kicks them aside, and drops back onto the couch. His thick, hard cock slaps against his stomach, already leaking.
“On your knees.”
I stare at him, frozen.
He doesn’t wait. He reaches forward, grips the back of my neck, and drags me down to the floor between his spread thighs.
“Here’s how this is going to work,” he says, voice dark and commanding as he looks down at me.
“You’re going to worship my cock. You’re going to prove to me that you want it.
Prove to me that you’re fucking begging for it.
And only then will I make sure you remember this night for the rest of your fucking life. ”
Worship his cock?
He says it like I should know exactly what he means, like it’s obvious. But I don’t. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never even touched another guy before him.
I look up at him, unsure, my face burning with embarrassment and nerves. Blaze’s hand slides into my hair, gripping it firmly as he guides my face closer to his heavy cock.
“Don’t overthink it, Little Rabbit,” he murmurs, voice softer but still dripping with control. “Use your mouth. Your tongue. Show me how badly you want to be ruined tonight.”
My heart is hammering in my chest. This feels humiliating. It feels degrading, and yet my cock is throbbing painfully between my legs, harder than it’s ever been.
I swallow hard, staring at the thick vein running up the underside of his cock, the way it twitches under my gaze.
Blaze tightens his grip in my hair, pulling me even closer until the head of his cock brushes against my lips.
“Start worshipping, baby.”
I stare at his thick, heavy cock just inches from my face, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might explode.
“I-I don’t—” My voice cracks, shame burning across my face. “I d-don’t know what you mean. I’ve n-never—”
Blaze’s grip tightens painfully in my hair as he yanks my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“You don’t know how to worship cock?” he mocks, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. “How fucking pathetic. Don’t worry, slut. I’ll teach a virgin cocksucker like you exactly how it’s done.”
He strokes his thick shaft slowly, deliberately smearing the leaking precum across my lips and cheeks like he’s marking me.
“Kiss it. Show my cock the respect a desperate little whore like you should. This is the dick that’s going to ruin your life tonight.”
Humiliated and trembling, I lean forward and press my lips to the swollen head. Blaze lets out a low, satisfied sound.
“Again. Use your fucking tongue. Lick every inch like the pathetic cumrag you are.”
I drag my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, tasting the salty, musky flavor of him. My face burns with embarrassment, but my own cock is aching and leaking badly in my trousers.
Blaze laughs darkly. “Look at you. On your knees, blushing like a shy little bitch, licking cock for the first time. Disgusting.”
He grabs the back of my head and forces my mouth open wider.
“Suck it. Get it nice and wet, whore. Show me how badly you want me to destroy that tight ass.”
I wrap my lips around the head and suck, my tongue swirling as he pushes deeper. He hits the back of my throat and I gag hard, tears immediately spilling down my cheeks.
“That’s it. Choke on it,” he growls, holding me there. “Cry for me while you worship the cock that owns you. You look so fucking pretty with tears running down your face and my dick stretching your throat.”
He starts slowly fucking my mouth, using my hair like a handle, pushing deeper with every thrust.
“Good little cocksucker. Keep going. Take every inch like the filthy, desperate slut you were born to be. This is what you’re good for, Dylan. On your knees, gagging on cock, drooling like a brainless whore.”
The degrading words hit me hard, but instead of pulling away, my cock throbs painfully between my legs. The shame only makes me wetter.
Blaze notices and laughs, low and vicious.
“Fuck, you love this, don’t you? Your cock is dripping while I use your throat. What a pathetic, broken little pain slut you are.”
He forces himself deeper, making me gag and choke around him as tears stream down my face.
“Keep worshipping, baby. We’re not even close to done.”
I’m not sure how long I’ve been kneeling here. My knees are killing me and my jaw aches. I’ve spent so long between his legs, licking, teasing, sucking, gagging around him over and over until my throat feels raw.
My body is stiff and sore from staying in the same position for too long. His cock pulses against my tongue, and I feel his fingers tighten in my hair. I brace myself, expecting him to start fucking my throat again, but instead he pulls me off.
“Strip.”
My eyes widen. He laughs, low and mocking.
“You enjoy being called a whore. You get off when I talk about fucking you while your wife’s in the other room with the kids. But stripping? That’s a hard limit?”
It’s not a hard limit. I’ve just never done this before. Never stripped for a guy while he sat there and watched. “You’re forgetting… I’ve never…”
“Fucked a guy besides me last time, yeah I know.”
I swallow. “I’ve never stripped in front of anyone. Not like this. Not with someone watching.”
Blaze leans back, smirking. “Then this is your chance to practice for that wife you’re about to have.”
The way he says it, so smug and amused, makes me want to punch him. But he’s just sitting there, waiting, eyes locked on me like he owns every second of this.
So I stand up on shaky legs and start stripping.
He’s right about one thing. I do need the practice. I need to learn how to do this without looking awkward or weird, because when the time comes with her, any hesitation is going to raise questions I can’t afford to answer.
His stare burns into me the entire time. I feel naked before I’ve even taken anything off. Blaze just leans back in the chair like a king on his fucking throne, eyes dark and hungry, like this is the greatest show he’s ever seen.
I start unbuttoning my shirt with shaky fingers and shrug it off.
“Keep going,” he orders, voice low and rough.
I shove my trousers and boxers down in one quick motion, desperate to get it over with. The cool air hits my skin and my face burns with humiliation.
Blaze stands up slowly, towering over me. “You need a safe word. So we're using red. It's simple and classic. The one everyone knows.”
“A safe word?” I choke out, heart slamming against my ribs.
He steps closer, voice dropping into something dangerous and filthy. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. You’ve got a nasty pain kink and a filthy degradation kink, little rabbit. So I’m giving you an out… because once I start ruining you, I won’t stop until you scream it.”
My pulse thunders in my ears. “W-what are you going to do to me?”
Blaze leans in until his lips brush my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he whispers, dark and vicious.
“I’m going to break you apart, wreck that tight little hole, and ruin you so completely you’ll never be able to pretend you’re straight again.
So be a good boy… and remember that safe word.
Because the only thing that’s going to save you tonight is if you beg me to stop. ”
I should run. I should fucking run right now.
But I don’t.
For tonight… just tonight… I want to let him destroy me.