Chapter 8
Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo
My hand was starting to cramp, but I kept pumping.
Faster, harder. I added a twist, I tugged, I squeezed.
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. No matter what I tried, I could not cum.
I got hard, I got very aroused, but then I kind of just got stuck.
It was hurting! My balls were sensitive and my dick was raw from the constant friction.
This had never happened, I had no idea what to do.
I was usually a two or three shot nutter, but here I was, incapable of knocking even one out.
I had no words to describe the frustration this was causing.
I felt absolutely lost. Helpless. Pained.
Christ, who knew blue balls could hurt this bad?
It felt like my lower guts were bruised, reminding me of when I was sixteen and got kneed in the groin during a fight.
Only this was worse, the ache was ten times amplified.
The only thing that would ease the discomfort was an orgasm, but that was one thing my body seemed incapable of giving.
What the fuck happened? There had been times I’d gotten hard in public and just subtly rubbed myself against a hard surface to cum.
It had always been so damn easy. Until now.
Until Vincent touched my dick and pressed on that spot behind my nuts.
It was like that was a secret, magic reset button back there, and now I was glitched.
Stilling, I was panting, coated in sweat.
My other arm over my face, I gulped and licked my dry lips.
So frustrated, I was literally on the verge of tears.
This was bullshit! I’d never had someone bring me right to the edge of an orgasm and then walk away.
He did it not only once but twice. For some reason, him doing that had completely malfunctioned my system and I desperately needed a reboot.
My palms spread out over my quaking stomach as I stared at the ceiling in the darkness. Rolling my head on the pillow, I scanned over the monitors to make sure Jackyl wasn’t lurking outside somewhere. The coast clear, I dug my thumb and fingers into my eyes and released a small whimper.
“What the fuck?”
My arm falling to the sheets, I huffed, watching the shadows on the wall fluttering through the partially opened blinds.
Vincent nearly made me cum twice. A man.
My best friend. How in the hell was that possible?
How the fuck did I enjoy his mouth on my dick?
His finger in my ass? I wasn’t gay. This was absurd!
And yet, ever since he’d done that, I’d been incapable of finding any kind of sexual satisfaction. Was I doomed now? Only able to cum if he let me? Jesus, this was a fucking nightmare.
A thought occurring to me, I lifted to an elbow, stretched between my legs, and rubbed the spot.
Pleasure rippled through my system and my head threw back, my eyelids closing.
Gulping, I added pressure and circled. In my mind, I actually heard that Windows shutdown tune and my eyes rolled all the way back.
“Ah, fuck!” I howled and jerked, my cock flexing so hard, it softly clapped against my lower abdomen. “Shit.”
Footsteps thudded through the walls and my heart lurched. Throwing myself to my stomach, I grimaced when my dick got pinched, but buried my face in the pillow, trying to pretend I was sleeping. My door burst open and Vincent stumbled inside, panting.
“What’s wrong?”
I lifted my head and peered at him. “Huh?”
“You…You cried out. It sounded like you was in pain.”
I groaned and planted my face in the pillow once more. If I weren’t hurting and horrified, I would have actually laughed. Under the circumstances, I simply grew more aggravated. “It’s nothing.”
“I heard you call out—”
“I said it’s nothing!” I barked, lifting to my elbows and spreading my leg to the side to relieve the pressure on my cock.
After a long pause of silence, I dared a peek to find him still standing at the door.
Unfortunately, he was looking at the monitors, more than likely seeing Violetta and Tyler going at it in the bathroom.
Mentally cursing, I closed my eyes and turned my face further into the pillow.
Finally, I heard my bedroom door close and exhaled a loud sigh of relief. “Fuck,” I grumbled into the fluffiness. Irritated, still scorching hot, I kicked the sheet off to cool my sweaty skin. Turning my face, I watched the screen and groaned, the lust heightening again.
She was bent over, one palm on the counter, the other the mirror, and he was brutally pounding from behind, slapping her ass repeatedly. Wrapping her hair around his wrist, he yanked her head as far as her neck would arch and grew even more aggressive.
“Goddamn, Tiny. Take that fucking dick. Fuck, is he in her pussy, or ass?”
In my mind, I pretended he was fucking her cunt and my dad’s girlfriend’s vibrator was in her ass. I’d done that a few times with Mary but suddenly, I was extremely curious what that would feel like with another dick.
Shock hit my system and my lungs collapsed when that scenario played out in my mind with Vincent on the other end of that extra dick.
The mattress shifted and I shot up to my elbows, ice hitting my veins as my insides bottomed out. “What the fuck?” I shouted, craning my neck to peer over my shoulder.
Vincent was crawling into bed, lying on his stomach.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I barked, trying to sit up.
Rather aggressively, he snarled and shoved me back down. Before I could react, his face was burying between my thighs, his free palm pushing my ass cheek aside.
“Oh, shit, what are you—”
His tongue was on my ass, and I choked on an inhale so hard, it scratched my throat. My eyes rolling a second time, I shuddered violently and fisted the sheet. His nose between the top of my crack, his wet, silky tongue was swirling the hole, a finger circling that spot behind my nuts.
“Oh…fuck!” I whimpered, falling back to the mattress. My body moving of its own accord, my legs spread wider, my hips lifting to give better access. “Oh, my god. Oh…my god.”
He groaned, the vibrations trembling up my ass into my lower abdomen.
My arms stretched high above my head and gripped the edge of the mattress, my toes curling.
What the fuck was he doing to me? Why was he doing this?
I was happy with my life. I mean, other than being a grieving widower, I was very comfortable with the way I lived.
Vincent was supposed to be my best friend, my closest confidant, a brother, yet he was destroying everything I thought I knew about my own identity. He was ruining me!
My hips began rocking against his face, his finger leaving that spot to stroke my cock, bending it downward between my thighs.
“Oh, shit,” I rasped, every hair standing on end at how incredible that felt.
He slurped and his lips smacked against my flesh, his hot breaths tickling the cheeks. Flattening his tongue, he literally began licking my hole and I grew dizzy.
“Fuck, Vin.”
He grunted and yanked my dick harder, biting a cheek. “Say it again, Dash. Say my name.”
Briefly recalling that scene in the kitchen with Tyler, the eroticism of everything failed to find any humor. My jaw gaping, I rose slightly to my knees to push further into his face. “Vinny,” I wheezed, turning my face back into the pillow. “Oh, shit, Vinny.”
A palm clapped to a cheek, stinging the flesh.
Instead of turning me off, I fell deeper into the arousal.
Practically feasting off my ass, I could actually feel his teeth every once in a while, spit trickling down to my nuts.
He pressed against that sensitive spot again, the tip of his tongue flexing directly against the hole’s opening.
“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum. Oh, my god, yes.”
Growling, the mattress shifted, but I had no idea what he was doing. His fist around my dick once more, he was brutally yanking and squeezing harder than anyone ever had…and I spiraled. My eyes rolling behind my clenched lids, it felt like I was free falling, my soul leaving my body momentarily.
“I’m there. Oh, shit, I’m cumming.”
Like the other times, he grunted and snatched away, jostling the bed to hop to his feet. Horrified, I rolled to my back and whimpered like a little bitch, fisting my aching cock. “Why?” I cried out, the heel of my other palm on the center of my forehead. “Oh, shit, why do you keep doing this?”
He hovered by the side of the bed, his hand in his sweats, jacking off. His bare chest heaving, he glared down at me, his eyes glowing bright gold. “Because you ain’t ready.”
My palm covering my forehead, I squeezed my fingers until it throbbed. Writhing with discomfort, I gazed at him and whispered, “It fucking hurts, man. I can’t…I can’t cum on my own no more. You gotta finish this.”
“Why? So as soon as you do, you can hate me? So you can resent me the rest of our lives? We’re Serpents, Dash. There ain’t no getting out of it. We are together forever, whether you like it or not.”
“Then you shoulda thought of that before you started this,” I shouted, rising to an elbow.
His nostrils flared, he pushed down his sweats to reveal an eight inch dick that was thicker than mine, but not by much.
Awestruck, my jaw fell and I could only gawk as he stroked himself faster and faster.
He started grunting and jerking, his stomach sinking.
Though I knew what was about to happen, I could not look away. I had to see this!
His other palm splayed across his lower abdomen, his head tilting backward. His Adam’s apple lurching, he croaked, “Unh, fuck, Dash.”
I literally shuddered with ecstasy, everything prickling as I broke out in goosebumps.
Panting, I was now anticipating his release as much as he was.
Joining him, I jacked off, my weight into a fist behind me.
“Oh, shit,” I whispered, actually feeling as if I could release this time.
“Don’t stop,” I heard myself begging, afraid if he did, I would be stuck like this yet again.
“Dash, unh, fuck.” His frame was swaying, his pumps getting rougher. I already knew what he was feeling because he’d done it to me, and jealousy actually rose to the surface. Hissing through his gritted teeth, cum shot out and sprayed over my calves. “Unh, shit,” he panted, dragging the words out.
Done, he released his cock and let it sag low over the hem of his sweats. Bending over, he dragged his tongue along one of my legs to lick up his jizz.
“Oh…shit.” I shuddered and pumped harder, seconds from at last orgasming.
Vincent stood upright, tucked himself into his sweats, and quickly left my room, quietly shutting the door.
“No!” I shouted, collapsing to the sheets. “Fuck you!” I bellowed with a whimper while punching my fists to the mattress. “Fuck you, Vinny!”
The heels of my palms digging into my eyes, tears were burning the back of my nose, emotions clogging my throat.
I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t handle this anymore.
The pain, jesus fuck! This pain was going to kill me.
I had to get this out of my body, I had to fucking cum!
I was not built for this kind of torture.
I sat up, cupping my groin. Sniffing, I rubbed the back of my wrist across my nose, trying to compose myself.
My attention fell to the remaining cum on my leg and my stomach knotted.
Nerves shaking my muscles, I slowly wiped it up onto my fingers, my thumb spreading it around to feel its stickiness.
Very hesitantly, I brought it closer and dabbed it against my tongue.
Grimacing, I shook my head at first, but then lifted my brows when it didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would. I’d never tasted cum before, not even my own because it had always seemed so gay to me. It was a little unnerving to discover it wasn’t all too unpleasant.
Intrusive thoughts getting the better of me, my heart racing erratically, and shame burning my flesh, I slowly lowered my hand and wrapped my fingers around my cock to hesitantly give a pump.
The stickiness against my flesh, the way it smoothly glided down the length of my shaft had to be the single most amazing sensation I’d ever sexually experienced.
My muscles giving out, I collapsed to my back and released an elongated, husky groan from the pit of my stomach.
“Oh…my fucking…god…yes!” I rasped, squeezing and twisting to rub it further into my skin. “Oh, god, Vinny, yes. Unh.”
After only a few tight pumps, a small pressure broke in my stomach. Jerking and flopping, I was coughing, my eyes rolled back as I experienced my very first ever dry orgasm. Nothing came out, but the pressure that had been building the last few days eased.
Instantly, my dick was throbbing in agony, so I snatched my hand away.
Even the air burned the skin as if it was blistered.
My arms and legs falling to the mattress, I exhaled until my lungs were empty, my dick awkwardly wiggling around as it softened.
It wasn’t exactly fulfilling, but it had given a small reprieve. At least enough to get some sleep.
And as slumber crept up on me, the monitors completely forgotten, my mind spiraled down into a rabbit hole of dreams where that massive cock was buried deep inside my ass, making me explode in the biggest, messiest orgasm of my life while I screamed out Vincent’s name in pleasure.