24. Chapter 24
Cameron
I expected resistance. Part of me had hoped Justin would accept me willingly, but I always knew that rejection would be the more likely reaction, which is why I tied him down before revealing my plan. I’d hate it if my precious pet got hurt because he panics.
He keeps crying, begging me to stop as I prep him.
It makes me want to take him from the front just so I could kiss those tears off his face.
My previous pets cried too, but never like this.
They cursed and threatened and tried to bribe me into letting them go, but that’s not Justin.
He’s soft and sweet, and I’ll take great care not to hurt him.
I made him a promise and I intend to keep it.
“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” I say, even though he’s not listening. “You’re going to enjoy this, you’ll see.” I have no doubt about that. He’s been terrified of prostate orgasms, too, and I made him love them. This will be the same.
I slip a third finger into Justin’s ass and scissor them, looking for signs of pain from my pet among his weeping.
There don’t seem to be any. After so many days of preparing him for this, he should be more than ready to take me.
There’ll be discomfort and a little burn, but that’s part of the experience.
I slick myself up thoroughly before lining myself up to Justin’s loosened hole. No rubber. I get tested regularly, and Justin is practically a virgin, so there’s little danger in going bareback. No point in ruining the feeling.
Justin’s breath catches when I gently press into him, and his entire body goes rigid. “Please don’t do this,” he whimpers. “Please, Cameron. Anything else. I’ll do anything else, just please…”
“Don’t be silly, pet.” I rub his lower back and knead his cheeks, my thumbs rubbing at his tightly clenched asshole. “Relax, or this will be very painful for you. You want to enjoy it, don’t you?”
“N-no!” comes Justin’s response, his voice breaking on a sob. “I don’t want this. Please.”
What a stubborn little thing. I guess I’ll have to make him see how wrong he is. “It’ll be all right, I promise. Now bear down on me.”
He refuses to cooperate so I push in through his tight ring of muscles, the lube and all the prep I did easing my way in despite his resistance.
His anguished cry mingles with my moan as my cockhead slips inside.
His tight, hot inner walls enveloping me.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I knew he would, but it’s one thing to imagine something and another to actually experience it.
Justin is squeezing me hard, still fighting my intrusion, but there’s nothing he can do to stop me. “Relax,” I tell him, barely holding myself back from thrusting violently. “This doesn’t have to hurt.”
“No. No, no, no,” he mumbles to himself as he shakes his head.
“Well, your choice.” It’s the wrong one, but it’s one of the few my pet is allowed to make. If he wants to make things harder on himself, I can’t really stop him. I could, however, try and change his mind.
His cock is half hard, like Justin’s body can’t decide whether it likes this or not.
As I gently rock against him, going a little deeper each time, I stroke him and run my thumb over his frenulum the way he loves.
Justin whimpers as his cock stiffens in my grip, and he stops his mindless “no no no” chanting. I know I’m getting through to him then.
His body slowly relaxes around me, making my progress smoother. He’s still not accepting me willingly, but he gave up on fighting back.
“You’re taking me so well.” My praise makes him cry harder, but I don’t stop.
He needs to know how much I appreciate him.
“You feel amazing, and I’m grateful to be here with you.
I need to thank Mikhail again for bringing you into my life, because fuck,” I groan when I’m finally fully seated, “this is fucking heaven.”
I grip Justin’s hips, desperate to start thrusting into him like an animal in rut.
“There you go,” I praise as I feel him relax the vice-like grip his inner walls have on my cock.
“There’s no point in fighting it. It’s happening, so why not let yourself enjoy it?
You know how good it feels when you let go, Justin.
When you simply relax and let me take care of you.
I’ve always made you feel good, haven’t I?
This will feel exquisite, I promise. And you know I keep my promises. ”
“No…”
The word is a mere whisper, like Justin’s mind simply needs to protest, but I feel the change in the tilt of his hips and the tiniest thrust against me.
His mind might be stuck in a loop of panic and refusal, but his body is ready to receive the pleasure, and once I master Justin’s body, his mind will follow.
As I start thrusting, gently at first, I move one hand to Justin’s cock again.
It’s fully erect, hot and pulsating in my hand.
I stroke it faster because I don’t know how long I’ll last and I need Justin to come before me.
I need him to enjoy this, to love this, because I want to be buried in him for the rest of my life.
I angle my thrusts to hit his prostate, and I’m rewarded by a muffled moan. His cock kicks, not quite there yet but close, and I redouble my efforts. Soon, Justin’s moans become more frequent.
“No,” he cries desperately even as he moans and squirms under me. “Please don’t.”
He stiffens, his muscles squeezing me tightly as he reaches the edge. For once, I don’t make him back away from it. I stroke him harder and make sure to tag his P-spot with every forceful thrust. Seconds later, he’s spilling into my hand with a low, keening cry.
I keep stroking and fucking him through his orgasm, then back off his cock when it grows too sensitive.
Post-orgasm stimulation is a delightful torture, but it’s best saved for another time.
Right now, the need to fuck Justin with abandon is too strong, and I finally give in.
I’m probably grunting like a Neanderthal as I thrust my cock into Justin’s tight ass, but I can’t help myself.
My grunts, Justin’s quiet sobbing, and the slap of flesh against flesh are the only sounds in the room. The perfect soundtrack to a well-spent evening.
Tingles run over the base of my spine and my balls draw in tight.
I’m close, so close I’m tempted to slow down just so that I can enjoy this for longer, but I also want to go even faster, to finally get that release and spend myself inside of my pet.
My body takes control, and I slam home once more.
I come with a cry, my grip on Justin’s hips so tight that it’ll leave bruises.
My cock kicks with every spurt. I spread Justin’s cheeks so that I can watch his hole stretched tightly around my throbbing cock.
My eyes want to roll back into my head, but I make myself watch, remember every second of this.
My only regret right now is that I can’t see Justin’s face.
We’re definitely doing it in a different position next time.
I want to study his expression as he gives himself to me, and I want to swallow all of those little cries and moans.
As I come down from my high, I enjoy the last few seconds in my new favorite place on Earth, then pull out.
Cum dribbles from Justin’s hole, and I’m tempted to either push it back in or lick it all up and then kiss Justin to give him a taste, but that can wait for next time.
Right now, I need to praise and comfort my pet, because he’s been amazing and he needs to know it.
He’s still crying as I untie him and help him off the bench. His face is red and splotchy, and he avoids looking at me, hugging himself instead.
“You’ve done so well, Justin,” I tell him. “I’m so proud of you. I know it’s going to sound like the worst lie ever, but this really was the best sex of my life.”
Justin sucks in a hiccuping breath and his hands curl into tight fists. I expect him to attack me, or at least start yelling at me, which is why his reaction completely floors me.
Justin throws himself at me, yes, but instead of punching me, he hugs me like his life depends on it.
He came to me.
Warmth blossoms in my chest as Justin starts sobbing into it, and I wrap my arms around him.
This is good. This is amazing, actually, and it gives me hope that everything is going to be all right.