I run my hand slowly down the curve of his back, letting my fingers hover over the top of his jockstrap as he shivers. “You’d better not be lying to me, lad. Because if you are…” I squeeze his balls hard enough through the fabric to make him gasp, “…I’ll make you start all over. And you’ll have to beg twice as hard before I consider giving you what you want. What you fucking need.”
“I’ll even tell your father about how you beg me to fuck you…”
Austin trembles at my words, panting in pure anticipation. "I'll listen Captain," he pouts, as I watch the way he tightens for me, every muscle drawn taut, his hole clenching in despair to be filled. I lust at the sight of him. His whole-body quaking under my command.
It enrages me that Drew thinks he deserves this. He doesn’t deserve to be in the same fucking room as Austin. Let alone touch my boy.
I lean forward, grabbing his beautiful black hair. Just long enough to grip. “No one touches you like I do, lad. No one.” My words are a promise and a warning.
“Yes, Sir,” he nods his head vigorously.
“That’s what I like to hear. You ready for my tongue?”
Before he can muster a single word, I’ve got him spread for me and my mouth on him—burying my tongue deep into his fucking delicious tender hole. The faint scratch of those curly black hairs only makes the heat sharper as I push past, tasting the warm, succulent flesh beneath. He moans for me, raw and unrestrained, the sound running straight to my core. Every flick, every drag of my tongue draws another shiver from him, and the more I taste, the more I need. I grip his pelvis harder, holding him in place, determined to take what’s mine until he’s screaming for my bloody prick.
I keep him open for me, my thumbs parting those perfect cheeks as my tongue works him over—slow at first, then hungrier andfurther inside his hole, until his hips are seizing against my grip. His bitchy moans are muffled into the pillow, but I can still feel the vibration of them through the mattress.
“Good lad,” I growl between strokes, letting my tongue massage against every square inch of his irresistible crease.
I slip one hand down, wetting my fingers in the mess I’ve made of him before pressing the tip of one inside. His back arches instantly, a choked gasp breaking free. I ease it in gently, tongue circling him all the while, until I feel him clench tight around me.
“That’s it… open up that harbor for your Captain,” I murmur, sliding a second finger in beside the first. His whole-body quakes, a mewl escaping him. I curl my fingers just right, thumping his prostate to hear a beautiful moan spill from his mouth. My tongue’s still teasing the edge of him, relentless and unforgiving in its conquest.
This is what I live for—having Austin beneath me, begging and whimpering like a proper slut for my cock. I could keep him like this all night and never tire of it. Just like that first night we met—round after round of filthy, frenzied sex until neither of us could walk straight.
His thighs tremble, becoming weak from the pleasure of my tongue. Each curl of my fingers driving him fucking mad for it.
“Good boy,” I coax, stroking my cock, feeling my precum build. “You ready for me to use your filthy arse?”
“Yes sir,” he grovels, reeking of desperation and starvation.
I step in closer, letting the head of my cock brush against his soft black curls, just enough to make him gasp. “Say it again, lad. Let me hear you beg for it. Tell your Captain what you want him to do.”
“Useme. Fuck me silly, Charlie.”
Christ, I see his cock pulsating, throbbing immensely. Ready to shoot a fat juicy load and I haven’t even gone in yet.
Pushing my cock into his precious flesh, he whimpers, “Give me everything.”
I fucking will. My pleasure.
I slam inside, savouring his warmth, his plushness. His body eagerly welcomes me. Swallowing every inch I have to offer. He's starving for my bloody prick. He mewls out in a searing joy that rings right to my ears.
“That’s right you little slut. Swallow Captain's cock with your hole” I growl, resisting the urge not to cream his arse already.
Austin’s howls euphorically as I feed his greedy desires.
Drew wouldn’t last five seconds inside Austin’s honeypot. He’d never earn the right. The thought of him thinking otherwise just makes me slam harder, thrust further into his hollows, forcing a blissful cry from Austin’s lips.
“Good boy,” I breathe, my control hanging by a partially torn thread aching to rip. “Your Captain’s going to keep you so full you won’t remember what it’s like not to have me inside you.”
“Yes Charlie, I never want you to pull out.”
That sends me. The bloody fucking trigger.
A growl rips from my chest, as I dive into him. Brutal thrusts, slam after slam. His whimpers sharpen with each pound, transforming into piercing cries. The bed frame rattles. The neighbors turn up the sound of their telly.
I bury myself as far as I can, not allowing any part of his arse to escape my prick. No mercy.
