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“Understood,” I whispered.
He pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, and I felt my entire body tense up. He paused, waiting for me to adjust to just that much pressure.
“Breathe,” he reminded me gently.
I forced myself to take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. On the exhale, I felt him push inside me, just slightly. It was an intense stretch with a pressure and fullness that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it was definitely more than I expected.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand stroking my chest. “You’re doing great. Just relax and let your body adjust.”
He waited there, not moving, giving me time to acclimate myself to the sensation of him inside me. Gradually, my body began to relax around him, and the initial discomfort started to fade into something else. Something that felt almost... good.
“Ready for more?” he asked.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, and I gasped as he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming. I gripped the silk sheets beneath me, my knuckles white with tension.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dimitrios groaned. “And perfect. You feel incredible, AJ.”
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me that surprised me with its intensity. He began to move, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through my body, and I found myself moving in rhythm with him, meeting him halfway.
“That’s right,” he said, his pace gradually increasing. “Take it. Take all of me. I know you can.”
My cock, which had gone soft during the initial penetration, was now hard again, standing at attention between us. Dimitrios reached down and wrapped his hand around it, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation of him fucking me while he jerked me off was almost too much to handle.
“Oh god,” I moaned, my head thrashing against the pillow. “Oh god, oh god?—”
“I know,” he said, and there was a smile in his voice. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Being filled up like this?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, it feels—fuck—it feels amazing.”
He continued, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The sound of skin against skin filled the small room, mingling with our heavy breathing and the soft crackle of the candles. I was completely lost in the sensation of it all, in the overwhelming pleasure that was building in my core.
“I’m gonna cum again,” I warned, my voice strained.
“Do it,” Dimitrios commanded. “Cum for me, AJ. Show me how good I’m making you feel.”
His permission was all it took. I came hard, my release painting my chest and his fist as he continued to stroke me through it. My body seized around his cock, and I heard him groan in response.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Good boy. That’s what I wanted to see.”
He continued fucking me through my orgasm, his pace relentless, until I was oversensitive. Every nerve ending was firing, but I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.
“I want your other cock,” I heard myself say. “I want to try it.”
That made him pause.
“You sure?” Dimitrios asked, pulling back slightly so he could look at me. His purple cock slipped out of me, and I felt the immediate loss of fullness, which only made me want him back inside me more.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice hoarse but certain. “I want to try it.”
He shifted his position, maneuvering his massive body so that his equine cock was positioned where the other one had been. It was significantly bigger and I felt a spike of nervousness as I took in the sheer size of it. I’d probably bitten off more than I could chew.
“This is going to feel different,” he said, his hand stroking my chest in a soothing motion. “It’s going to stretch you more. If you need me to stop, you say your safe word. No shame in that, understood?”
“I understand,” I said.
He applied more lube, working it in carefully, taking his time to prepare me. His touch was gentle but thorough, and I found myself relaxing into it despite my apprehension. When he was satisfied, he positioned himself and pressed the head of his thick equine cock against my entrance.
The stretch was immediate and intense. I gasped, my hands gripping the sheets as he pushed inside me slowly, deliberately. It was so much more than the purple cock had been. My brain screamed at me to relax, to open up, to take it.
“Breathe,” Dimitrios reminded me, his voice calm and steady. “Just breathe through it.”
I focused on breathing, on loosening the tension in my muscles, on trusting him to know what he was doing.
And gradually, impossibly, my body began to accommodate him.
The initial burn of the stretch transformed into something else.
It was a deep, profound fullness that made me feel utterly claimed and simultaneously like a new man.
“There you go,” he murmured, pushing deeper. “Good boy. You’re made for this, AJ. I can tell.”
His words did something to me. They stripped away the last of my resistance, the last of my doubts.
I wasn’t the same person who’d walked into this bathhouse a few hours ago.
That AJ had been wound tight, controlled, suffocating under the weight of his own ambition just like Kavi had said.
But this AJ, the one lying beneath a centaur, being filled with a cock that seemed to reach deeper than my soul… This AJ was free.
When he began to move, it was slow at first, letting me adjust to each thrust.
But as my body relaxed further, as my moans of pleasure grew louder, he picked up his pace.
The bed shifted beneath us with each movement, and I realized distantly that this piece of furniture must have been reinforced for exactly this kind of activity.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned as he hit that same spot inside me that he’d found with his fingers earlier. “Right there. God, right there.”
“I know,” he said, and I heard the satisfaction in his voice. “I’m going to make sure you remember this night for the rest of your life, AJ. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”
Part of me knew he was probably saying this to every man who came through that door, that this was just his way of heightening the experience. But another part of me didn’t care. In this moment, with his cock buried deep inside me and his hands gripping my hips, I believed him completely.
My cock was hard again, impossibly so, and I reached down to stroke myself. But Dimitrios caught my wrist gently.
“No,” he said. “You’ll cum from my cock alone.”
So I dropped my hand and just lay there, taking everything he was giving me.
The pleasure built slowly, differently than it had before.
This was deeper, more intense. It wasn’t just about the physical sensation anymore, though that was incredible, it was about the surrender.
It was about finally letting someone else tell me what to do.
“I’m close,” I gasped, my hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Not yet,” he commanded, his grip on my hips tightening. “Hold it. I want you to feel me cum inside you first.”
I bit down on my lip, fighting against the urge to let go, as he continued to fuck me with increasing urgency. His breathing grew heavier, his movements more erratic. I could feel him getting close, could sense the tension building in his massive body, his cock thickening inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled, and then he was cumming, filling me with so much of his seed that I could feel it overflowing, dripping down my ass onto the silk sheets beneath us.
“Now,” he commanded. “Cum for me now.”
That was all it took. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my entire body convulsing with the intensity of it. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and for a moment, I wasn’t even sure where I ended and he began.
As my vision began to return, Dimitrios collapsed beside me on the bed, his massive body taking up most of the space. I was breathing hard, my body covered in a sheen of sweat and cum and lube, completely and utterly spent. I still wasn’t completely sure who I was, but I didn’t care either.
“Oh my god,” I gasped. “I… I’ve never felt anything like that…”
He laughed beside me. “That wasn’t even half of my cock.”
I looked over at him, my eyes wide. “What?!”
He nodded. “You didn’t even make it to the ring in the middle.”
“Fuck…” I shook my head, staring up at the ceiling. “It felt so huge though…”
“It is.”
He reached over, pulling me closer as his cock slipped out of me. There was a rush of cum behind it, my body no longer able to contain it all. But Dimitrios didn’t even blink. He just held me close as he slowly began to untie the knots that still bound me tight.
“You are going to stay here tonight,” he said softly, pulling at the silk cords. “And you’ll allow me to care for you. Then, come morning, you’re free to do what you wish. Is that okay with you?”
I nodded, feeling suddenly emotional. He looked up at me, seeing the tears forming in my eyes. An expression of understanding filled his features.
“You’re going to feel some things,” he said, reaching up and running a thumb across my cheek.
“Some very intense things. You’ve been wound up for years, holding onto all that tension and responsibility. Letting it go, even for a moment, is bound to have some repercussions.”
He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “But don’t worry. I’m going to take care of you. You won’t be alone through any of it.”
“Do you promise?” I asked, my lip quivering as the first tear fell down my cheek.
“I promise,” he nodded. “Now come on. Let’s get you cleaned up and get you some food. You’ll feel better with something in your stomach.”
I allowed him to lift me up and carry me across the room toward a door I hadn’t noticed before.
Emotions threatened to consume me, my body shaking as the sobs took over.
I didn’t understand what was happening, only that I felt more free than I ever had in the entirety of my life.
And I felt this urge to live again, to actually do something that I enjoyed instead of working myself to death.
Next time I saw Kavi, I needed to thank him. He’d given me my life back. Him and Dimitrios and the bathhouse.