Chapter 5 #2
Malachi teased the crease again, dipping inside the cheeks until his finger innocently grazed the puckered hole.
Justice jerked beneath the touch and his ass clenched up tightly, trying to fend off any invasion.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned weakly.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Do you want me to stop?” One hand wrapped around a lean waist, pulling him tight against his chest, holding him securely, while the other hand grasped the boy’s cock and held tightly.
“Ahhh,” Justice moaned when he felt a hand squeeze his burning cock.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Yes, you want me to stop?” He stroked the length once and then tightened his hold again.
His grasp was tight enough that it had to be causing zings of discomfort.
“No!” Justice felt himself blush at the pleading sound in his voice.
“No, please don’t stop.” He tried rocking his hips in an effort to fuck himself on Malachi’s hand, but his tormentor would have none of it.
He found himself pushed up against the back of the couch until he was stuffed tightly between the sofa and Malachi’s hard body.
“Tell me what you want me to do then? It’s a fairly simple question.” When he felt Justice try to thrust against his hand again, he dropped the burning cock long enough to place a resounding smack on one bare ass cheek and then regained his grip, even tighter this time.
“Fuck!” Justice hissed in pain.
He saw fucking stars when Malachi wrapped his cock in a grasp tighter than a vice cranked to its limits.
“Ohhhhh…sh-sh-shit, that fucking hurts.” Instead of trying to get away though, he leaned back even closer to the man, plastering his body against the hard muscles that should turn him off.
He was supposed to like soft curves, not harder-than-fuck muscles.
“Yes, I know it does. I can make it hurt more…and I probably will before we are finished. Right now, I simply want you to tell me what you want me to do.” He bent him slightly over the sofa, pressing his body tight against him and leaving him no room for escape.
“Do you want me to fuck this pretty virgin ass of yours? Ream you good until you can’t sit down for at least a week? Is that what you want, pretty boy?”
Justice tensed as Malachi’s words made their way into his head, teasing and tormenting, taunting him to take a walk into the darkness.
How would it feel to have his ass breeched?
Nothing had ever been there, not even in the ‘alone time’ he had with himself.
“N-n-no,” he finally answered, immediately hating himself for being such a coward.
“No?” Malachi chuckled.
“I think somebody may be lying to themselves. Well, if you aren’t going to let me fuck that tight channel, what are you going to let me do?” His hand slowly started an up and down motion, teasing the full length with several expert strokes that had the boy moaning within seconds.
“Do you want me to make you come? Should I make you scream and quiver like a bitch does when she’s riding a hard cock?”
Justice frowned.
He didn’t necessarily like Malachi’s words but the fucking visual they caused in his head was hot enough to make him swallow his pride.
“Yes. Make me come. Please.”
Malachi stepped away, separating their bodies, and Justice moaned in frustration.
“What did I do wrong? I don’t know how to play your fucking games, Malachi!”
“I know you don’t, pretty one. I’m going to show you how.” He reached down and slowly started removing the jeans that were around Justice’s ankles.
“Step out of these for me,” he ordered.
When the boy was naked, he pushed a knee between his legs and urged him to spread wider.
“Open up for me. That’s it, a little wider. Perfect.”
“Take your hands and lace them behind your head for me. Stand up tall, stick your cock out.”
Justice rolled his eyes and received another firm ass-swat as punishment.
“That’s starting to really sting, you prick.” His hands, however, obediently linked behind his head.
Not exactly submissive but still a hell of a lot of frisky fun.
“Baby, you don’t know stinging yet…but you will. Very soon, I think you will.” Malachi eyed his boy to make certain he was in the proper position.
His lovely back was straight, long legs spread wide enough to allow his balls to dangle between them, hands laced behind his head, and stiff cock, dripping so badly that Malachi feared he would have to replace the sofa cushions.
He looked perfect.
“Now, I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life and what I need you to understand is that it is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you as we continue to play, if we continue to play.” His finger slid between ass cheeks and pushed threateningly against the puckered hole, but he didn’t move enough for penetration.
“I’m going to save this for another day, but you need to start preparing yourself mentally for some backdoor action.” Justice moaned and bit his bottom lip.
“If we play together, I’m going to put all sorts of things in here, long, short, thick, knotted, hot, and cold. You’ll learn to beg for my cock and anything else I want to shove in here. Do you understand?”
Knotted?
What the hell did that mean?
Long?
Thick?
He’d like to think the idea of Malachi shoving all sorts of implements, including his cock, into his ass would be a definite turn off, but his cock had gotten harder and longer with his descriptive words.
His balls, heavy and full, tightened up and threatened to explode.
“I think I understand. You want to turn my ass into a pussy.”
Malachi almost barked out a laugh but managed to stifle it just in time.
Megan made him laugh when nobody else was around, but it was a rare occasion.
Dante, every now and again, could make him chuckle.
Susannah might have gotten him to laugh twice in his life.
This damned boy toy almost slipped right past his usual barriers.
“Not exactly, a pussy stretches real nice but this channel, it doesn’t stretch nearly as easily. Sometimes you have to push and push to get it to accept the toy…but I’m a patient man. I always manage to get it to fit in nice and tightly.”
“Thanks for the details, man,” Justice grumbled but his heart was still thundering with arousal.
He’d never been this turned on in his life.
Who the fuck would have thought he might be gay?
He loved pussy, did a mental sweep…
yea, still loved pussy.
But this?
He damned sure liked this too.
At the moment, he couldn’t have picked a favorite between the two if his very life had depended on it.
“Anytime. Now look toward the window…look at your reflection. See how beautiful you look while submitting. I want you to know who it is making you come so hard. Don’t dare try to hide from it,” he ordered.
“Watch as my hand strokes your cock, watch while I make you my bitch.”
Justice felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment when his eyes fell on his own reflection.
Malachi was behind him, looking huge and intimidating.
He could see his own balls, huge from the need to come, dangling between his legs.
His cock was standing at attention and there was a hand wrapped tightly around the base.
He did look like a fucking bitch.
He almost backed out, letting his humiliation get the best of him, but then Malachi’s hand did a funny twist on his cock and a scream ripped from his throat.
The mixture of pain and pleasure wasn’t something he’d expected…
or ever experienced.
One hand worked his cock and the other played with his balls, tugging, twisting, and smacking from time to time.
Justice heard soft, pretty whimpers coming from somewhere as Malachi worked his cock with a ruthless intensity.
Seconds later, he was mortified to realize the whimpers belonged to him.
“Humm…fuck…ahhh…yessss.” Ridiculous words and noises tumbled from his mouth and his hips thrust frantically.
“I’m going to come!”
“Yea, I get that, pretty. I wouldn’t usually allow it to happen so easily…without you begging, but I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy tonight. Maybe you’ve brought out my soft side?”
This was his soft side?
Fuck, but he might be in trouble .
“Just look at you, pretty pup. I’ve never seen anybody take to submitting like you are. You’re a natural. Your ass was made for getting fucked, hard and often.”
Justice winced.
“Ah, shit. Don’t say fucked up shit like that,” Justice pleaded between moans and whimpers.
The humiliating words did nothing to slacken his arousal, maybe made his cock even harder.
Malachi answered by stroking him more firmly, holding his body tight while playing him perfectly.
“Oh, fuck me, Malachi,” Justice gasped as the sensations overwhelmed him.
“Oh, fuck, yea. Oh fuck!”
After that, all coherent thoughts vanished as he focused on the rough manhandling his cock and balls were receiving as Malachi’s hand, slippery from all the pre come that been leaking from him, slid up and down.
Just when he thought the delicious torment couldn’t get any more arousing, he felt the tip of Malachi’s finger breech the slit at the head of his cock, pushing inside where something should be coming out instead of going in.
He roared loudly as the invasion caused him to come so hard that his legs turned weak and Malachi had to literally hold him up, pulled tightly against his chest.
He felt, with explicit and painful detail, when the tip of the finger slipped out and his come shot up and out, hitting him on the chest, again and again as he was milked dry.
Weakly, he continued to lean back and force Malachi to hold him up.
When the waves of pleasure finally ceased and he started to return to the land of the living, his eyes blinked open and he saw the mess he’d made over his chest and stomach.
With droopy eyelids, he watched Malachi’s finger swipe up a glob of what he’d splattered on himself and then, to his horror, put it up against his lips, trying to get him to taste his own come.
He tightened his lips together like a five year old and shook his head from side to side.
“Nu uh,” he mumbled from behind his tightly clenched mouth.
“Don’t tell me ‘no’, pretty. It’s not like I’m asking for something difficult. That will come in time. For now, you need to obey my simple demand or you’ll pay for it in a most painful way.” His violet eyes glittered dangerously, promising decadent ways of making Justice pay for his disobedience.
Justice felt his cock start to twitch back to life just from the look in Malachi’s eyes.
His stomach flopped and curdled at the thought, but he also felt the urge to obey…
submit to whatever the larger man demanded of him.
Slowly, eyes locked with Malachi, he opened his mouth and allowed the sticky fingers to plunge inside.
“Suck it off,” Malachi ordered in a husky voice.
Justice obeyed.
The look on his beautiful face would make one believe he’d just had to suck a straw full of somebody’s piss, but he obediently licked it clean and swallowed.
“Good boy. Now, clean yourself up and prepare for bed. I’ll be in your room in four minutes. Have all your preparations complete.”
Malachi’s own heart was thundering wildly as he coldly stepped away from Justice like it didn’t nearly rip him apart to separate their bodies from one another.
He was slightly confused, wondering if his sudden obsession with his ward was due to the fact that the boy was awakening the dominant role that he’d unsuccessfully tried to stamp out over the past year or if there was something more, something special about the quivering mess of almost-a-man flesh that had just knocked him off balance.
It wasn’t a feeling he was accustomed to, and he didn’t care for it at all.
“You really get off on putting things where they don’t belong, don’t you?” Justice asked as he scooped up his discarded clothing.
“First you threaten my poor ass, then try to use your finger as a catheter, and then make me swallow my own come. That’s just messed up, dude.”
With his back to the brat, Malachi allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth.
“You’re wasting valuable time, pretty. I only gave you four minutes to complete your night-night tasks and you’ve already lost thirty valuable seconds. If you don’t get everything completed, it’s going to be a very long night for you.” Without waiting for a response, he went to his own room to retrieve what he needed.
Exactly three minutes and thirty seconds later, he let himself into Justice’s room and found the boy walking out of the bathroom attached to his suite.
He was wearing some ridiculously silly looking sleep pants with some type of yellow cartoon character all over them.
Shaking his head in disgust, he said, “What in the hell are those?”
Justice looked confused and then figured out what his tormentor was bitching about now.
“They’re my pajama pants. You know? Minions from Despicable Me ? Please tell me you know what a minion is?”
Malachi efficiently started attaching some chains into some metal bolts driven into the wall on either side of the bedframe.
“No, I don’t know what a minion is nor do I care what a minion is. I do, however, wonder why a nearly grown man is wearing pajama bottoms…with or without cartoon characters on them.”
Who the hell doesn’t like minions and why the hell were there chains suddenly attached to the wall over where he slept?
The chain thing excited him, probably more than it should, but he wasn’t sure he could overlook the fact that somebody disliked a minion.
This dude probably didn’t even like fart jokes.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked Malachi.
Pleased that the chains were properly secured, Malachi pulled a thick leather collar out of the small bag in his hand.
“I didn’t say you could talk. Take the pants off.” He turned his full attention on the boy and found himself surprised yet again.
Without another argument, Justice slid the horrible pants down his lean hips and tossed them aside.
Completely naked, he obediently waited for his next set of instructions.
“Do you sleep more comfortably on your back or stomach?” He moved to secure the thick collar around Justice’s neck, fully expecting a huge fight or a bagful of annoying questions, but getting only a submissive gesture of lowering his head as the locks snapped into place.
“Sleep? What do you mean?”
Malachi couldn’t deny that the confused frown was distractingly beautiful.
His pretty thought he was going to get fucked tonight.
“It’s a simple question, which do you prefer, sleeping on your back or stomach?”
“I prefer sleeping unchained.” When Malachi glared at him, he added, “On my back, I guess.”
Malachi gestured for him to lay down on the bed, on his back, and then quickly secured the chains to the collar, trapping the boy to the bed but giving him enough slack to be able to move comfortably.
The poor kid’s cock was rock hard again.
He nodded toward the hardened appendage and said, “You don’t touch that, it belongs to me until I decide otherwise. Can you manage that or do I need to cage you for the night?”
Justice had tested the slack in the chain and felt around the leather collar to ensure it wasn’t too tight.
Everything felt fucking wonderful and arousing.
Clearly this wasn’t Malachi’s first rodeo.
“You’ve already got me leashed to the bed. Why would I need a fucking cage? It’s not like I can go anywhere.” He tugged at the chains to prove his point.
He couldn’t believe how fucking turned on he was right now.
“Wait, what if the house catches on fire?” he asked quickly.
“The cage is for your cock, to ensure you don’t find release without my permission. If the house catches fire, I’ll make certain you are freed and taken to safety. You’re my responsibility.”
Malachi’s dull tone indicated how stupid he thought the questions were.
“What if I can’t help myself and I have to jack off?”
Eyes glittered again.
“Then I can assure you it will be the last time you have an orgasm for the next five days…maybe longer.”
“Oh, okay. That’s bad. Noted.” He tucked his hands behind his head and blinked slowly up at the man that he’d hated a few short hours ago…
but now felt like his entire future and chance of sexual satisfaction lay in his hands.
“Just to clarify, you’ll know, won’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll most certainly know,” Malachi answered as he flipped off the lights and left the boy alone.
A soft moan of despair followed him down the hall and again, he allowed a small grin to transform his lips.
When he realized it was now time to call Megan and admit to what he’d done, the tiny smile vanished away in an instant.