1. Valentino’s First Time #3
Pressing Valentino into the mattress, he thrust harder.
The resistance of Valentino’s body lessened with every thrust. Oswald worked himself deeper and deeper, and the boy whimpered and sobbed, tears trailing down his temples.
His cock was hard, though, and suddenly, on a particularly hard thrust, he tensed.
“Aaah! Aaah! Oh please!”
The boy’s slender, pink cock jerked and spat a few drops of white cum onto his abdomen.
“That’s it. Let it happen. You’ll learn to love this.”
Valentino’s hole clenched, the strong inner muscles squeezing Oswald’s cock like a pair of fists.
The tiny hole milked and sucked his cock, and he sank deeper, pushing through the last resistance.
He sheathed himself to the hilt and wrapped his arms around Valentino.
Growling, he rutted against the sweet ass.
His cockhead pushed into the soft cushion of the boy’s closed virgin sprout of a womb.
Valentino wailed and came again.
Fuck, Oswald was going to lose it. The omega’s body worked his cock like a damned vacuum. How was he doing that?
Oswald pulled out, making the boy squeal with surprise. He caught Valentino’s legs, flipped him over, and pressed his chest into the mattress. He dragged Valentino’s hips up and pushed back inside the slippery hole.
“I’ll ruin you, sweetheart,” he growled.
Valentino let out a strangled groan.
Oswald clutched the slender hips and fucked. He took the fragile young body over and over, mercilessly, hitting his womb while Valentino clawed at the sheets. When he came the third time, his inner walls milking Oswald’s dick, Oswald finally let go.
He climaxed on a roar. He was submerged in his fantasy now.
He’d taken this innocent sweetheart and he’d broken him in.
He’d taught the clueless boy how to receive and love a big cock.
He’d defiled the pretty hole and stained it with his cum, claiming the beauty in a way nobody would ever be able to again.
His little virgin went limp underneath him, sore and fucked out.
Oswald retreated, watching his cockhead stretch the reddened rim on the way out.
The innocent pink star was ruined. Valentino now had a slack gape surrounded by flappy ass lips, red tissue exposed, a mass of swollen flesh, beaten and busted open.
It twitched helplessly, and a dollop of cum oozed out.
Oswald used two fingers to push it back into the stretched opening. Valentino purred.
Oswald prodded and felt around the warm hole, soft like satin and drooling oily juices.
“Fuck. You bruised my womb,” Valentino said, his voice stronger, out of character. The game was over. “I’m glad you weren’t my first. You’re ruthless.”
Chuckling, Oswald pressed Valentino into the mattress, lying on top of him.
“Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. Your dick is like a damned steel rod. I had a hard time not coming when you shoved it in the first time.”
“Well, I had a hard time not coming when you said it hurts in that sweet, shaky voice. The tears were a nice touch.”
“You’re a pig.”
“How in the hell did you manage to keep your hole clenched so tight for the entire time?”
Valentino pushed up, and Oswald lifted, letting him turn onto his side. The boy was grinning, eyes twinkling. “Rigorous training,” he said and winked.
Oswald let out a broken half laugh. Valentino was trouble.
“I want a shower,” the boy said imperiously as he sat up. “Then it’s my turn.”
“Oh?”
“I’m tying you to the bed for the rest of the night.”
Valentino tapped Oswald’s nose with one slender finger and rolled off the bed. He walked toward the ensuite, his beautiful ass cheeks bunching up.
“You better have some rope in the closet, Sir Oswald.”
Valentino was good with ropes. Terrifyingly so. Oswald lay on his back, supported on a mound of pillows, spreadeagled. His ankles were fastened in slings and tied to the bedposts while his wrists were pinned to the headboard.
His captor was nowhere to be seen.
He could be robbing Oswald right now. Oswald chuckled to himself at the thought. With his safe secured, his office locked, and cameras spread out in all the important rooms of his mansion, Valentino could take very little and had next to no chance of escaping with his loot.
Even so, Oswald was getting annoyed. Had he been tricked?
His thoughts dispersed the next second because Valentino walked back into the bedroom wearing his lace jockstrap and camisole.
Without a word, he climbed onto the bed and grabbed Oswald’s dick unceremoniously.
He gave it a few purposeful tugs, getting Oswald fully hard.
Then he threw his leg over Oswald’s hips and lined himself up.
He didn’t speak. Didn’t even look at Oswald.
He closed his eyes and sank down, moaning loudly.
Then he took what he wanted.
He pushed down and circled his hips until Oswald could feel the mouth of Valentino’s womb rest against his cockhead.
Valentino hummed luxuriously and rocked back and forth and from side to side, using Oswald’s cock to massage the spot deep inside him. Then he lifted and pushed back down, hard.
Oswald grunted.
With his hands braced behind him on Oswald’s thighs, Valentino fucked himself with abandon. Over and over. Hard, fast. Then slow. Then he would just sit and clench his hole, making deep, guttural noises. His hard cock trapped in the lace oozed precum.
All the while, he had impeccable timing when it came to Oswald’s pleasure. As if he could sense exactly when Oswald was about to come, he slowed down at the last second. If he kept it up, Oswald would go mad with frustration. He hated edging.
Oswald’s groin was soaked with Valentino’s slick. The liquid dripped down his balls and smeared his thighs. And still, Valentino didn’t tire.
When Oswald was getting close again, Valentino stood abruptly, dislodging Oswald’s dick, a wet squelching sound accompanying his move. He stripped off his jockstrap and wiped his ass with it.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. It was the first thing he’d said since tying Oswald down.
As if hypnotized, Oswald parted his lips.
Valentino folded his soiled skimpy underwear into Oswald’s mouth. It tasted of precum and slick.
Stripping off his camisole, Valentino lowered himself again and took Oswald into the heat of his body. His hole had tightened up again. Impossible, yet there it was. He felt like a virgin, but he acted like a slut in heat.
Oswald realized he was sucking on the piece of fabric in his mouth as if it were a pacifier when Valentino began riding him anew, harder than before. He crouched and bounced up and down, his ass pulling on Oswald’s dick, his thigh muscles working relentlessly.
He impaled himself fully, and his cock spurted white cum like a fountain, drops landing all over Oswald’s chest. Oswald wanted to lick it. The scent was incredible. Tantalizing.
How come the omega smelled better and better?
And still, he wasn’t satisfied.
Their skin smacked together, and Valentino’s cock waved around, droplets of cum flying through the air. Valentino grabbed his pecs and began squeezing them, pulling on his nipples.
Pleasure rose in Oswald’s core again, and he prepared himself for having the orgasm taken away from him once more.
But this time, Valentino didn’t stop. He pinned Oswald with his big blue eyes, and animalistic sounds spilled from his open mouth.
Oswald could have sworn he saw a flash of red in Valentino’s pupils, but then the world went black around him.
He roared when he came, the jockstrap in his mouth muffling the desperate sound.
His body twitched and shook, and he spurted somewhere deep inside the most beautiful and most dangerous creature in the entire, vast world.
Valentino would kill him after all, yet not in the way Oswald had thought.
Valentino would fuck him to death.
The little demon sat still, lazily pulling on his nipples. They seemed to be getting bigger, swollen from the rough handling. He remained still otherwise, cushioning Oswald’s half-hard cock in his drenched hole.
Ever so slowly, Oswald softened, but Valentino didn’t move away. His loose hole cradled Oswald’s dick gently, liquid running down Oswald’s balls.
Valentino gazed at Oswald with hooded eyes as he tortured his nipples. What more did he want? There was no way Oswald would get hard again after all of that. He was drained.
Abruptly, Valentino moved up Oswald’s body. He gripped his pec, his nipple sticking out lewdly. With his other hand, he pulled the wet jockstrap out of Oswald’s mouth. He leaned over Oswald’s face and offered him his nipple.
“Suck.”
Oswald wrapped his lips around the nub and sucked. His fingers and toes tingled, his limbs protesting the restraints.
“Harder!” Valentino ordered.
Opening his mouth wider, Oswald pulled in more flesh and hollowed his cheeks.
A sprinkle of sweet liquid landed on his tongue.
He froze.
Milk?
How was that possible?
Valentino grabbed a fistful of his hair.
“Suck, alpha. Drink it. Now.”
Against his will, Oswald grew afraid. What was happening here? Who was Valentino?
An even scarier question niggled at Oswald’s muddled mind.
What was Valentino?
But he sucked anyway. Like a puppet on strings, he did as he was told. The sweet, delicious milk filled his mouth, and he gulped it down. It warmed his belly.
“Good.” Valentino purred as his milk squirted in pulses. After a while, he offered Oswald his other nipple.
Oswald’s fears flowed away. At first, he felt heavy and sleepy, but then his muscles began to warm up and fill with new energy. He sucked more hungrily. The milk invigorated him.
He was hard anew. Throbbing, in fact.
He wanted to fuck and possess and breed.
Growling like a monster, he gorged himself on the milk, and Valentino petted his hair.
“You’re a good fuck toy with your big dick nice and hard for me again. That’s it. Drink it all.”
When Valentino withdrew, taking his delicious milk away, Oswald thrashed in the restraints so hard that the heavy oak bed rattled against the wall.
“No!” he wailed. “Please!” He wasn’t done. He needed more. He was still hungry.