6

The sense of power gets me high and I suck and lick, draping my lips along the crown in harsh strokes and a fast rhythm that I’d like if I were being given head. I don’t think about the humiliating position or him towering over me or even the gun. I only think about the power in my hands. The way his breathing grows uncoordinated, his fingers pulling at my hair. My spine jerks, my cock growing heavy in my jeans. No. I’m not getting hard due to sucking cock. That is not fucking possible. I never get hard if I don’t put myself in the mood. It just doesn’t happen. “What a fucking natural slut.” The man jams his shoe on my jeans, over my hardening cock, and I grunt against his dick. “Too much of a slut, it seems.” “Fuck you,” I mumble, but it ends on a groan as he slides his shoe up and down, the friction drawing tingles down my spine. “You got hard by being used. What a little masochist. Want a hand with that? It looks painful.” I’d rather he shoot me. But I do something better. As he toys with my cock, I do that swallowing thing with my throat on his crown. The one that made him grunt earlier. And his movements stop. He grabs my head with both hands, the gun resting against the back of my neck as he thrusts into my mouth a few more times, his rough grunts filling the space. There’s no other word for it. He uses me. The wet sound of his cock mixing with my saliva and his precum is deafening. And I hate it, or I really hope I do, because my cock has grown into a full erection now. By being face-fucked. Am I turned on? No way in fuck. I don’t get turned on due to someone else’s actions. This better be a nightmare. “You’re such a natural at taking cock, little monster.” His groan vibrates through me and settles in my balls. “This hot, warm mouth is dying to be filled with my cum.” I want to shake my head, but I can’t, and I’m painfully hard now. Like it’s not even a joke. For the first time in my life, my erection hurts. “I’m coming down this goddamn throat and stuffing you full of my cum.” He jerks a few times and a salty taste explodes at the back of my throat and a sticky liquid escapes on either side of my chin. As he pulls out and tucks himself in, I turn to the side to spit, but he grips my chin, touching me, again. “Swallow every last drop. Waste any and I’ll move to your other hole.” I glare at him and a smirk pulls on the corner of his lips beneath the mask. “But then again, you might like that, too, considering how you’re so goddamn hard beneath my shoe.” I swallow as he pushes his shoe further and I’m leaking precum. A grunt echoes in the air and I realize it’s come from me. Fuck. Have I ever been this hard before? If he rubs a bit more, I might come in my pants. What the fuck? I should think his shoe is dirty, not want him to move it up and down. He gathers the cum on my chin and presses his index and middle fingers on my lips. “Open.” When I do, he shoves them inside, curling them against my tongue, pushing all the way to the back of my throat. All the while applying incremental pressure to my cock. My balls are so heavy, they’ll burst, and I’m still leaking in my fucking boxers. My spine jerks as I rock back and forth on my knees. “What a little freak. You’re close just due to pain?” He pulls his fingers from my mouth at the same time as his shoe is gone. And so is the pressure. All that remains is damn fucking frustration and the infamous blue ball situation I’ve never experienced before. He leans down and squeezes my cheeks between his tall, lean fingers. My lips part of their own accord and he spits right between them. He spits in my mouth. “Little monsters like you don’t deserve to come.” He pats my cheek twice. “Useful hole, though.” And then he shoves me aside as if I’m a sack of potatoes, opens the door, and leaves. My hands wrap around the base of his cock, smudging him with some of the blood, sucking deeper, licking with more passion, wanting to empty him of every last drop of cum. The man whose days are numbered pulls my hair tighter. “The fuck you think you’re doing?” He doesn’t like it—the way I’m giving him a blowjob. I can hear the bewildered anger in his voice. I can also hear the roughness and the masked desire. So I squeeze his cock in my hand, jerking him and then pulling it in my mouth that’s all full of saliva now, making the sounds sloppy. The idea that I’m on my knees, sucking off a man, is enough to make any other guy spiral, but I push it down. Because those empty eyes are narrowing, but he doesn’t stop me as I deep-throat him, taking him in as far as possible and using my throat’s movement to bring him over the edge. His abs coil and contract. A grunt falls from his lips. His veins pulse and throb in my mouth. That’s it. He’s at my mercy now, even though I’m on my knees and his cock is in my mouth.