4. CHAPTER #3
Mr. Heiss growled, a low and rumbling sound, and he rubbed his tail up against Indy’s hole as the other loops of the appendage continued to tease and squeeze around Indy’s cock.
“Fuck,” Indy breathed.
“Do you like that, meat bag?” Mr. Heiss taunted.
“Yes. Yes, I do.” Indy wasn’t bothered by the insult. It honestly turned him on in a way, but not in a humiliating sense. It was empowering. If he was only a meat bag, after all, what did that say about Mr. Heiss being turned on by one?
Mr. Heiss was sweating, his brow shiny and glistening. His chest heaved, and there was a definite tremble in his claws as he reached back down to grab Indy’s ass. Even his tail shook in its movements, and there was, of course, the obvious statement of arousal—his big hard cock.
The one Indy was gleefully stroking, thumbing over the slit and all around the head.
He did every little trick he knew, tightening his fingers on and off, as well as keeping his thumb stimulating the juicy head as he went up and down.
He could feel it pulsing in his grip, so he continued on, flicking out his tongue to tease at Mr. Heiss’s lips.
Mr. Heiss let out a snarl and claimed Indy’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth for another deep kiss. His tail pulled harder, and the loop at Indy’s hole pushed upward with more force.
Indy had no idea if it could slip in like this. He had special enchantments on his body for preparation, both to skip several tedious steps and aid him in taking on cocks worthy of Godzilla. He didn’t want to press too quickly, but Jesus, he wanted to get off.
Today had been awful.
Kidnapping, murder, terror, and oh yeah, not finishing RuPaul’s Drag Race.
All on his day off.
The very least Mr. Heiss could do would be to help supply an orgasm or two.
“Please. I wanna come, Daddy.” Indy whined, his cock absolutely aching. The pressure had reached a point of discomfort, and he was desperate to climax. It was all he could think about, his entire body consumed with an all-encompassing heat like he was sunburned from the inside out.
Mr. Heiss growled, a low sound of warning, and he snarled, “Sir.”
Got it.
Not a fan of the fatherly kinks.
“Sir, please,” Indy pleaded.
“No,” Mr. Heiss replied, grabbing Indy’s hips and not letting him move an inch. “Not yet. I’m very disappointed with you.”
“What…?” Indy’s stomach twisted up. “Why, sir?”
“Because you have not been honest with me,” Mr. Heiss purred as his tail squeezed Indy’s cock. “You’re holding back. Why is that, hmm?”
“What? No!” Indy protested, trying to buck forward and rub against Mr. Heiss’s cock to attempt gaining additional friction. The coils of Mr. Heiss’s tail weren’t enough, and he needed more. “Please, c’mon…”
“Tell me why you are lying to me.”
“I’m not!”
Mr. Heiss chuckled low. “Not withholding anything at all? Not the slightest thing?”
Yes, but Indy wasn’t going to admit to that.
“No, I promise, sir,” Indy said earnestly.
“Bullshit.” Mr. Heiss squeezed Indy’s cock again.
“Fuck. Okay.” Indy swallowed hard, his mind racing. He wanted to come, of course, but he wanted to live more, so he had to think fast. “I’m not a coward.”
“What?”
“What you said before,” Indy snapped, his anger fueling what was a truthful response.
All the best lies had some honesty in them.
“Yes, I am vain and superficial, and yes, I love looking hot as fuck all the time. I love clothes and makeup and eating chicken wings and sucking dick, but I am not a fucking coward.”
Mr. Heiss was impossible to read, his eyes bright as he searched Indy’s face. “Is that so?”
“Yes, sir.” Indy glared.
“That got under your skin, did it?” Mr. Heiss’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good to know.”
“So, I can come, sir?” Indy tried to soften his expression into something more doting and less wanting to bite Mr. Heiss right in his smug face. “Please?”
“Go on,” Mr. Heiss urged. “Get yourself back there.”
“Yes, sir.” Indy groaned in relief and immediately got back to grinding, humping Mr. Heiss’s cock with renewed vigor.
It wouldn’t take him long to return to the edge, and he rocked his hips back and forth, focusing on feeling and not so much on grace.
This wasn’t a performance, but an earnest effort to achieve a climax.
Fuck, that was all he wanted. It was all he ever wanted. To feel good, to have fun, to enjoy every wonderful second of life he had on this damn planet because he knew all too well how fleeting it could be.
A coward, ha.
Indy wasn’t a damn coward.
Maybe he had been afraid before, maybe even angry—it wasn’t fair. Cancer wasn’t fucking fair. Dying so young wasn’t fucking fair, and he’d refused to go down without a fight. That didn’t make him a coward. No, the furthest thing from it.
He was a fighter.
He was a warrior.
He was more of a fucking beast than the monsters he fucked.
Coward, ha!
Fucking Mr. Heiss didn’t know shit.
Indy hadn’t realized how hard he’d been going until Mr. Heiss snatched his hips to halt him. His balls were tight, cock throbbing, and he could practically taste his climax. “Mmph. I’m sorry. What? I’m right there, sir! Please. Let me come?”
Mr. Heiss smiled. “Oh, sweet little flesh bag…”
Indy huffed out a gasp. “Sir?”
“No.”
“What?” Indy actually choked on the word.
“No.” Mr. Heiss smiled cruelly. “Thank you for the confirmation of what a brave sack of organs you are, but I trust you can handle yourself just fine. Now if you’ll excuse me—”
“Huh? No fucking way!” Indy barked. “No excusing you, you motherfucking cock tease son of—”
Mr. Heiss was gone, leaving Indy to drop into the tub and pitch forward, nearly going face-first into the side.
What the fuck?
Indy snarled and whirled around, searching the bathroom to confirm that Mr. Heiss had truly left. He waited several seconds to make sure this wasn’t simply a game of some kind, and he scoffed, absolutely enraged. He had been teased, edged, and ultimately blue balled by a demon.
Oh, when he got a hold of Mr. Heiss…
No.
First, he was getting a hold of himself and taking care of this situation, maybe even twice because he was so pent up, and then he was going to ask Gammy how to kill a fuck face demon.