Fresh meat

by c0mputer_blue (ao3)

Not bringing an umbrella was a serious oversight. It was monsoon season in jerome and yet, you had completely blanked on any sort of rain gear. Whatever, you’d be spending the majority of your visit indoors anyways. You made a feeble attempt to fix your sopping hair before knocking sharply on the door in front of you. This probably wasn’t the best idea. I mean, a sketchy service job in a tiny town that pays next to nothing? Why bother? You couldn’t think of a good enough reason before the knob clicked and the door swung open. Staring back at you stood a man with dark brown eyes and a stern look across his face. You felt like some sort of prey animal accidentally coming face to face with an apex predator. 

“You the new hire?” He asked, his voice smooth and deeply penetrating. 

“Yeah, sorry- That’s me,” You managed to spit out before you became lost in the four words he tossed your way. Jesus, get a grip. 

His name was Maynard. He was a bit of a high profile, but not in this town, which he preferred. He was no taller than 5’ 7”, but still managed to tower over you somehow.

“Well, come on in then.” He took a step back, allowing you space to enter. You tentatively stepped through the doorway before immediately being floored. His house was MASSIVE. Every modicum of space on the walls was covered in bizarre artworks and albums, plants scattered across the ample floorspace. There was even a pinball machine in one far corner. Hell, maybe staying here wouldn’t be that bad after all. 

You could feel his sharp eyes boring into your back as you tried to take in the scenery. You turned back around, reaching down to slide off your shoes. 

“You sure do have a nice place here, huh?”

“You think so?” The corner of his mouth quirked into what seemed to be a smile. “Well, good. You’ll need to get familiar with it.”

He strode past me, retrieving a thin stack of papers from the island counter. Pulling a pen from his back pocket, he thrust both into your hands. 

“Here, read this thoroughly and sign your initials on the last page. I’ll show you to your room once you do.”

“Uh, okay..” You stuttered, looking down at the papers. You’d never signed a contract or anything for a job like this before. Probably just a whole lot of legal mumbo jumbo. You flipped to the back page and uncapped the pen, scribbling your initials on the small line provided. You handed the papers back. Maynard’s smile grew into a smirk as he tossed the packet back onto the counter. 

“You’re an eager one, aren’t you? Interesting.” He began to walk. “Room’s this way kiddo.”

You quickly fell in step behind him, still marveling at the many items across his walls. He stopped at a large black door, larger than the one you’d originally entered through. 

“Right, so this is where you’ll be staying while you’re here. The bathroom is attached so you won’t have to worry about getting lost, and my room is just down that hall and up the stairs in case you need anything. Dinner is served at 8 o’clock sharp, so don’t be late. Any questions?”

You shook your head, making a mental note about dinner. 

“Alright then, i’ll let you get settled. And might i suggest changing out of those clothes? You look miserable.”

You chuckled, tossing wet hair out of your eyes. “Definitely.”

He smirked back at you for a moment before turning on his heel and walking down the hallway. Well, you guessed it would be best to familiarize yourself with your new living quarters. And change out of those wet clothes, he was right about being miserable. You pushed the door open, feeling around for a light switch on the wall next to me. Your fingers located the switch and turned it on, promptly revealing the very last thing you would’ve expected. Where a simple guest room should have sat, instead there was a fully equipped dungeon. Whips hung from the walls and chains hung from the ceiling. The floor was slightly padded with foam panels and as you entered, you passed a large X frame next to the door.

“What kind of guest room is this supposed to be..?” You wondered out loud as you began to unpack your bag. You tried to ignore the large black dildo on the wall next to the bed with a plaque above that read “SLAVE TRAINER”. Maybe this guy was just… eccentric. He probably just hosts “parties” for his friends. Rich people did that, right? You wiped the thoughts from your mind as you gathered your small pile of clothes and toiletries and pried open the bathroom door. 

The bathroom was not spared the theming, tiled solid black with a large round tub in the center of the room. And… are those.. jets?

“This had better be a fucking jacuzzi,” You muttered under your breath, fidgeting with the dials. Steaming water shot out of the jets, beginning to fill the tub. Fuck, this was gonna be good. You stripped off your sopping clothes, tossing them in a pile next to the entrance. The steam from the water slowly danced up the air as you lowered yourself into it’s warm embrace. A sigh of relief hissed it’s way out of your mouth as the water stripped away the ache of travel. Jerome is not an easy town to find, especially for a guy who just got his license. 

As you soaked up the warmth and steam, you began to ponder your job here. Just what would you be doing? I mean, the listing had simply said “basic service”, with no experience required. Hopefully you’d just be on dish duty or something easy, but at the same time, you could just as easily be redoing this guy’s roof. Shit. You should have asked him about the job when you had the chance. 

Remembering the rule about dinner, you glance over at your watch sitting in the pile of wet clothing. 7:47. You needed to hurry up and make yourself presentable. You’d already screwed yourself over with the first impression, this was your re-do. You hopped out of the bath, drying yourself quickly with one of the plush towels hanging from the wall. Stumbling back out into your “room”, you tore through your bag. After a quick slap of deodorant and a brush of the hair, you threw on your outfit of choice. Nothing extravagant, just a shirt, jeans and your leather wrist cuff you loved so much. You figured it was appropriate considering your new living quarters.

Shutting the door gently, you turned to face the long hallway, and realize that Maynard never told you where the dining room was. Shit. The cat clock across from you kindly informs you that it’s 7:55.

You took off down the hall, socks padding on plush carpet, barely making a sound. At least he had the courtesy to tell you where his room was. Climbing the spiral staircase, you caught a glimpse of his turned back. Perfect, you could just walk with him and save yourself the embarrassment of getting lost. 

“Hey wait up!” You shouted down the hall. He paused, turning his head to watch you scramble up next to him. “Sorry, i realized i don’t know where the dining room is, so i figured it’d be best to follow you.”

“Right in the nick of time too, eh? C’mon, it’s this way.” 

You walked in tandem, bright light of the hallway giving way to a softer, more ambient blue as we entered the large dining room. 

“Wow, you sure do have a passion for interior design. This place is nuts,” You chirped, hopeful he’d elaborate. You took your respective places at the table. 

“You think so? Maybe i’ve got too much time on my hands,” he chuckled, already starting on the steak in front of him. “How old are you?”

You choked on air. “I uh- i’m 20. Why?”

“Ah, here then.” He reached over to hand me a large wine bottle. “My own personal selection.”

You swallowed thickly and laughed. “Oh! Nice! Do you collect wine or something?”

“Mm, i make my own,” he said through a bite of salad. 

Your jaw fell open. This guy just kept getting more and more interesting with every passing minute. You shove a spoonful of peas in your mouth. 

“That’s really cool.. Is it difficult? Like, making the recipes and stuff i mean. I’m sure growing grapes is no easy feat.”

He took a sip from his own glass, swirling it slightly. “Yeah, it has it’s moments. But it’s a very rewarding business.” He set his glass down. 

“Speaking of business, i’m sure you’re curious as to your duties here.”

You nodded, still with a mouth full of peas.

“Lucky for you, it’s pretty simple. All you have to do is not be in your room from 5 pm to 5 am. Other than that, you’re pretty much free to do whatever you like. But within those hours, you’ll be on call for me. I might occasionally ask you to clean something up or help with other mundane shit, but it’ll be very easy. Think you can handle that?”

That cleared up exactly nothing. If anything, it just raised more questions.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

An awkward silence creeps in, but Maynard seems not to notice it. Maybe you’re just too high strung.

“If you don’t mind my asking…” He said, voice swimming through the stagnant air, “Why not read the contract? I can tell you’re still confused. There was a lot of good information in there.” He twirled his fork between his fingers.

“Oh, um, i’m not really familiar with legal jargon, so i figured i wouldn’t understand most of it anyways.”

The corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. “I see. Interesting.”

The silence returned. You could tell he was watching you eat even with your eyes glued to the tablecloth in order to avoid any eye contact. Finishing your plate, you uncork the bottle he handed you. 

“So am i officially on the job as of now? It is past 5 after all,” You asked, pouring yourself a glass. 

“Technically yes, but i’ll let you get settled tonight. I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”

You sighed appreciatively, sipping from your glass. “Ah, yeah. Travel’s always been a bit of a struggle.. This is fantastic by the way.”

He smiled, doing a little mock bow from his chair. “I do my best.”

You could still feel his eyes. They felt like a solar beam reducing you to a pool of lava. What about you was so interesting? You finished off your glass, scooting your chair back. 

“That was delicious, thank you. I suppose i’ll turn in for the night now.. If you need anything, i’m a light sleeper,” You laughed, cracking your knuckles. He let out a small laugh and threw back the rest of his glass as well. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smirked as he disappeared through the doorway. 

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A loud knock on the door startled you awake. You looked at your watch, 4:22. Looks like Maynard decided he needed you after all. Not that you minded, this is what you were getting paid to do after all. Whatever this is , you thought to yourself as you trudged to the door. Cracking it open revealed nothing but a note taped to the adjacent wall.

“Library. Second floor, just go left.”

Stuffing the note in the pocket of your pajama pants, you shut your door and started towards the staircase. Maybe i should have changed first.. A ratty half of a band shirt and walmart pj pants aren’t exactly business casual.

After a minute or two of searching, you finally rounded the correct corner into the gigantic library. Each wall was a bookshelf, covered from floor to ceiling in literature. A large black chandelier hung over it all in the center of the room. A small turntable sat in the corner, spitting out a dark jazz. On the back wall there was a large leather couch, Maynard included. He seemed to notice you at the same time you noticed him, lowering his book and placing it on the arm of the couch. He motioned you over with a simple “come hither” motion of his finger. you approached slowly, praying he wouldn’t say anything about your lackluster uniform. 

“You’ve got quite the fashion sense, eh?” He teased.

Damn it.

“Hah, yeah, sorry. I would’ve changed but i didn’t know how uh.. urgently you wanted me to get here.” You wring your hands nervously.

He shook his head gently. “No no, i’m a fan. Just didn’t take you for a crop top type of guy, yknow?” He laughed, patting the space besides him. “Don’t just stand there, come sit.” 

You quickly sat down on the couch, forcing yourself to tear your gaze from your feet and meet his. 

“So uh, what’s up..?” You asked gingerly. He didn’t answer, simply raking over you with his eyes again. Was he sizing you up? What was he doing? You sat in silence for a few moments before he quickly grabbed you by the waist and planted you in his lap. 

“Woah- uh, what’s.. What’s this for?” You laughed nervously, eyes darting from his face to his hands where they sat on your hips. He emanated very little warmth, yet you felt like you were on fire. 

“Mm, I need to get a feel for you, you confuse me. And that’s not an easy feat.”

You blinked, once again he was raising more questions than he was answering. You wondered if there were stars circling around your head like a cartoon character. “What- what do you mean? Get a feel for?” 

One of his hands slowly moved, slithering just over the top of your ass and up the bare skin on your back. You shivered, his fingertips were like ice tracing your spine. What the hell was happening? 

Maynard laughed in his throat. “You wear this thing outside?” He asked, gently tugging on the edge of your shirt. 

“Uh, not usually? Wh..” Before you could finish your sentence his hand shot downwards to thumb the edge of your thong that you suddenly realized was very much riding up your hips and out of the protection of your waistband. Shit .

“Now now… What’s this?” He said teasingly, stretching the fabric up off your skin and letting it snap back down. “I had you pinned as more of a boxers guy, maybe a jockstrap. But not this..” He mused, tracing the edge till it ran down into your pants. You were quivering, completely flabbergasted and slightly terrified. This was not what you had been expecting, although in retrospect it should have.. 

While you tried desperately to sort through the racing thoughts in your head, you missed his hand sliding across your waistband, coming to rest on the tie. You were snapped back into the real world as he untied the small knot with a single flourish.

“Hey woah, what’re- what’re you doing??” You gasped, unsure what to do.

“Inspecting the goods,” he said, like it was some nonchalant thing. You were frozen as his hand began to slowly slip into your pants, sliding over the curve of your ass and squeezing so gently you would have missed it if you weren’t in a full state of shock. 

“You’ve got a fantastic ass, you know that?”

“I-” You couldn’t even form a complete sentence. This was all happening so fast! Was this why he was looking at you so intensely all day? Was he just checking you out the whole time??

His hand continued to roam, teasing along the tops of your thighs, slowly inching between them. Your instincts screamed to shut them, but since you were straddled atop him, there was no way you could. 

“Hey- wait! There’s-”

“Hush.” He put his finger to your lips. Your mouth opened and closed like some sort of fish. This was bad. 

After what felt like an eternity, Maynard’s hand finally slipped between your legs. His eyebrows shot up, then laid back down. His mouth curled at the edges. 

“I see… Is that why you’re nervous? Don’t worry, I like a boy like you every once in a while.” You couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I knew you were different…” he mumbled as his fingers began to slowly tease over your thong. His touches were so light that if the adrenaline in your body weren’t currently the equivalent to that of a skydiver, you wouldn’t have felt them. 

He removed his hands suddenly, motioning for you to stand. 

“Pants off.”

You just stood there and gaped at him. Was this for real? 

“C’mon boy, i said pants off.” he said in a slightly deeper tone.

Before you could think, you shucked your pants off and tossed them aside. Returning to your position in front of him, you blushed, realizing he could pretty much see your entire body except for what your shirt and thong covered, which was minimal at best.

“There we go,” He sighed, seemingly taking in the view. “Alright, now come lay on my lap. Face down.”

You hesitated again. 

“I um- ‘m not too sure about this..” You whimpered, trembling in the cold air. 

“Yeah? Well maybe if you had read that contract you’d be more sure. Now do what i said.” He growled, not aggressively, but sternly. Like a mother correcting a child. A lightbulb blinked on in your brain. So that’s what i’m doing here.. I should’ve seen this coming since i stepped into my room. Fucking hell. Images of the “slave trainer” flashed in your head.

Much to your own dismay, you obey his order, crawling into his lap and glancing back at him over your shoulder. This seems to please him. 

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” He said, running a hand along my spine. 

“Now, arch your back a little, stick out your ass.”

You did as he said, stretching out and putting yourself in an even filthier pose. You could feel yourself starting to slip under, that familiar fog creeping in. 

“Mm, good boy.” His fingers tugged at the edge of your thong again. In one swift motion, he yanked it down, exposing your cunt to the cool air. You gasped quietly. You heard him take a deep breath behind you, hands spreading your ass apart to get a better look. You could feel his eyes on you, even down there.

“Fuck, that’s just about the prettiest little pussy i’ve ever seen. And.. what’s this..? You’ve got it pierced??” He touches the small barbell, letting it fall back into place. “Looks like i’ve got a grade-A slut here, don’t i?”

You can feel yourself twitch at that. 

“I uh- i’m a virgin..” You trail off, praying he doesn’t make you repeat yourself. 

“You’re joking, right?” He scoffs, fingers slowly rubbing up and down your slit. You don’t answer. He sits up a little straighter. 

“Jesus christ, i can’t believe that. You’re telling me you walk around town looking the way you do, and nobody’s tried to stick their dick in you yet?”

You frown. “Thanks for rubbing it in, but no. People have tried, but i never let it get past a blowjob. Since… y’know.” You shimmy your hips a little. 

He grunts in understanding. 

“Mm. S’ a wonder nobody’s taken you by force yet. If i saw that ass walking down the street i don’t think i could contain myself.” 

I inhale sharply- Who says that??

“That’s- Why would you-??” 

“Don’t bother getting offended, i can feel how wet that made you.” As if to prove his point, he lifts his hand into your field of view where you can see glistening wetness on the tips of his fingers.

“See?” He smiles innocently. “I knew you were a slut,” he laughs as his hand dips back down to prod at your hole.

You gasp shortly, instinctually arching your back even further. You can feel the calloused tips of his fingers tracing around the entrance. Fuck, you were like putty in his hands and he knew it. With an obscene wet noise, he slipped 2 fingers inside, sheathing them all the way to the knuckle. 

“Fuuuck, that was easy. For a virgin, you sure do stretch.”

“I never said- ahh, i never said i’ve never had anything inside of me.”

“Oh?” He questions, curling his fingers slightly. “Like what?”

You can hardly focus on the conversation, this was the first time another person had been inside you, and it was electrifying. 

“Well, i have a.. aahh.. a little collection,” You sighed, reveling in the white hot heat of someone else touching you there. You could feel him getting hard against your side. “My favorite is… S’posed to be some sort of alien. Pretty big.”

“Really? You’re kinker than i thought.”

You laugh. “You’ve got no idea. I’m the trojan horse of fetishes.”

He laughs back, pulling out his fingers and slapping your cunt. You jump slightly, a small squeak slipping out. “Idiot. Suck me off.”

There we go. Some lever in your brain falls fully to the right and just like that you’re under. You fly to your knees in between his, staring at the bulge in front of you. Thank god he’s wearing sweatpants, you’re in no mood to fuck around with a button or zipper. You scrabble at his waistband, tugging it down as he lifts his hips slightly. You press your face into the junction of his leg and hip, nuzzling gently against his crotch. He groans, long and drawn out as you mouth at his length through the fabric. The back of his hand smacks across your cheek before you can even register it. 

“Quit fuckin around, I said suck my cock. You’ve done that before, right fag?”

A rough moan rips it's way out of your throat as you fumble around in his underwear. 

“I-i’ve been told i have a great mouth..” You mumble, finally pulling his cock out. “Jeeessus christ. Fuck.” You just know he’s smirking by the way he twitched in your hand. 

Just looking at it you feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s 6 and a half inches at least, with a throbbing upwards curve. The tip is already dribbling onto your hand. Immediately, you lick up over your fingers and across the slit, feeling him shudder above you. You let go, placing your hand on his other hip before taking the entire length into your mouth. 

“Ohh shit boy...” His hand finds a grip in your hair, yanking tightly. “Fuck, you do have a great mouth. Like you were meant to take my dick.”

You groan softly around him, closing your eyes and slowly bobbing your head up and down. His nails clench into your scalp as you drag your tongue along the bottom, circling the head at the top of your arc. After a minute, he yanks your head all the way down, bottoming out in your throat. You stare up at him through half lidded eyes as spit dribbles down you chin. 

“God, that fucking throat.. You were born to do this shit,” He groaned, slapping you across the face again. You feel his dick twitch inside your mouth as you moan around him, cheek stinging hot. You try to mumble out “again”, but it comes out as a choking spluttery noise.

“S’ that? Again?” He hits you again, much harder this time. You do your best to keep your head from moving. You lick up his dick, popping it out of your mouth to speak. 

“Sorry sir..” You whine, stroking him roughly. His eye twitches ever so slightly, like a thief in the night. 

“Yeah? You wanna go there?”

You nod desperately. 

“Get the fuck up. In your room, on the bed, ass out,” He barks. 

You quickly scramble to your feet, picking up your underwear and speed walking back the way you came. This sure was an interesting development. Speeding through the hall, you can’t wipe the sick grin off your face. You tear the door open, letting it slam shut behind you as you throw yourself onto the large bed. Latex sheets, you hadn’t noticed that earlier. The anticipation was killing you. Every tiny sound made you jump, your nerves were on fire. As the minutes passed you were completely silent, not even breathing, just lying there on your back with your legs open. It was eerie for a moment, like a scene from a horror movie. Then you heard his footsteps coming down the stairs, just barely loud enough to carry down the hallway. You mouth “fuck” without realizing. 

The door opens slowly, and you shut your eyes. Once you hear the lock click shut, you open them again. He stood even taller than before, now wearing thick leather combat boots, a pair of assless ( and crotchless!) leather chaps, and what appeared to be a pair of long black latex gloves with a matching thong. God, fashion sense gets you wet. He was also wearing a tiny bit of eyeliner, just enough to cover his lower waterline. 

“Like what you see?” He says in a teasing tone. 

You nod like a dope. He chuckles.

“All fours, i told you ass out.”

You scurry into position, feeling like a moron. Yo hear him retrieve something from the wall next to you. 

“Why’s it so hard for fags like you to follow instructions, huh?” He snarls as you hear a whistling sound before (what you assume is) a leather flogger makes contact with the back of your thighs. You jump slightly, trying not to stray from his instructed position. He whips it around again, and this time you yelp a little. 

“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it.”

You clasp your hands over your mouth, strained moans barely muffled as he repeatedly swats you, bruising the sensitive skin. 

“C’mere, put that mouth to good use.” He snapped, crossing his arms. 

You clamber off the bed, crawling up to his feet. Before you can register it, he kicks you square in the chest, slamming you to the floor. As you lie gasping for the breath he knocked out of you, he slinks over to stand above your face. 

“You know what’s comin, don’tcha?”

You nod jerkily, still recovering. He sneers, dropping onto his knees and pulling his thong to the side. 

“Eat it,” He spat. You immediately stretched your neck upwards to mouth at his hole. You hear him groan long and low above you as you lick into him, just barely teasing inside. Looking up, all you can see besides the shiny black bulge resting on your forehead was his pale chest and neck, head thrown back. You feel his hand thread through your hair again, pushing your face deeper into his ass. The haze of sweat and musk clouds your senses as you do your best to please him. Thankfully, you can still make out his deep grunts and the occasional “yeah,just like that”. 

Foamy spit dripped down your chin, sliding down your neck and into a puddle on the floor below you as you continued to stretch his rim with your tongue. You had no idea how long you’d been under him, it could’ve been a minute or an hour, just the act itself was hypnotic. He stands up sharply, breaking your trance. Effortlessly, he picks you up and tosses you back on the bed so you’re lying on your stomach with your ass fully bared. You feel his sleek black hands pry your thighs apart and his thumb slide up your cunt, slipping through the accumulating wetness. Your body was barely coping with his teasing, twitching and shaking with every light caress. 

“Mm, gonna stretch that pussy out even more. You want a real cock inside you? Huh?”

You nodded shakily as his thumb rocked back and forth over the barbell sitting on your clit. “So wet for me… Get ready.”

You clenched your fists in the tight rubber sheets as best you could, angling your hips up for easier entry on his part. You heard him pull his cock out of the thong, felt it tap against your hole. The sound was vulgar. 

“Beg for it. Only good sluts get my dick,” He breathed, bent over you, one hand on your hip and the other slowly caressing over your ribs. It was like having a lion make you beg for it to eat you. Simultaneously, it was the easiest thing you had ever done. 

“Please- sir, fuck me. I need your cock sir, need you to fill me up,” You almost cried, pushing back on him. 

You could practically hear his snarky grin break into a teeth baring smile, exhaling a small amused puff of air. Finally , he thrust forward, fully burying himself to the hilt in one slick motion. 

“Fuuuuck,” He growled as you gasped below him. “How’s that feel? Fuckin good, isn’t it?” The hand on your ribs traveled carefully up to rest on the back of your neck, pinning you motionless against the bed. He retracted, pulling almost all the way out before slowly sliding all the way back in. 

“Yeah.. gonna get you addicted to this cock, boy.”

A choked groan escaped your throat. “You want some more?”

Before you could attempt to answer, he lifted both his feet, planting heavy leather boots on the bed on either side of your legs and grabbing your hips before fully mounting you. You cried out, the new angle allowing him even deeper inside. 

“Sshhh,” he cooed as you whimpered, trying to adjust. “Just let me take it.” 

Some odd combination of a sob and a moan tore out of your throat as he began to pound into you, sharp hips slapping into your ass. Every thrust knocked the wind out of your, forcing stuttered moans and screams out. 

“Fuck, oh! Fuck you’re so-! So fucking deep-”

A harsh slap met your ass. 

“Yeaaah, so fuckin good.. You’re still virgin tight.” Another stinging slap. “Not for long..”

This new feeling was all encompassing, you couldn’t think of anything else if you wanted to. Your head was swimming like submission was a pill Maynard had slipped into your wine. Feeling the hot throb through his skin every time he shoved into you was better than any of your stupid toys. You could feel the head prodding against your cervix every odd thrust. It almost hurt, but the pleasant stretch and intermittent stimulation of your piercing overrode it.

“You like it nice and hard, don’t you? Like feelin’ a real man’s cock in you, huh?” He grunted through clenched teeth, still jackhammering into you, thrusts punctuating every other word. 

You nodded weakly, drool leaking out one corner of your mouth and smearing across your cheek and the sheets. You could feel where your cunt was dripping down to puddle on the latex as well, you weren’t going to last much longer. 

Suddenly, he stopped, stepping back down to the floor. 

“Flip over.”

You hurriedly flopped onto your back, pulling your knees up by your chest and spreading your legs. 

“Good boy, show me that pussy.” He purred, voice laced with thick syrup and opiates. You peeked over your arm, watching his dick twitch as he spread your hole open, moaning softly in approval at the sight. His other hand wraps around the base of his dick, guiding it back to it’s rightful spot. Your head falls back as he starts to fuck you again, this angle giving much more bounce to the metal between your legs. The air was filled with disgustingly wet slapping and squelching and squeaking. 

You manage to right your head on your shoulders again to watch as he fucks into you, knees slightly bent to almost come from below. It’s mesmerizing.

“Can feel you gettin’ tighter, you close?” He asked,

“Uh huh-” You gasped out with a particularly rough thrust. “Can i cum please- please sir?”

“Only if you do it right this second.”

He grabbed your jaw, squishing your face and hooking his thumb into your mouth and onto your teeth. You cried out around the rubber intrusion, back arching off the bed and hips bucking as you reached your climax. You gasped for air as he continued to fuck you through it. You felt yourself clench around him as your body tried to return to normality. He seemed to have no intentions of stopping. 

“Sir, please- Sir it’s too much-” You cried, arms scrabbling to find hold on the bed. His hands wrapped around your ankles, pushing your legs further towards your chest. 

“Don’t fuckin whine, you begged for this dick and you’re gonna take it. Gonna make me cum,” He scolded. 

Your brain was turning to mush as the feeling of slick flesh sliding on flesh, prying open and tapping up consumed you. You couldn’t make it any less intense and it felt like trying to sit through getting hit by a train. Your clit twitched, still being abused by the metal bar above it. You felt your eyes well up with heat and turned your head to the side, screwing them shut. 

“You gonna cry? It’s a lot, huh?” You sniffled weakly, his hands moving to hold your hips still. “You can cry, cry all you want. I’m not gonna stop fucking you, though.”

Tears slowly obscured his face above you before spilling down your cheeks, leaving shiny little tracks. “Please stop, i- i can’t take it!” You begged. Blurry maynard shook his head, only gripping your hips harder, gloves squeaking with the effort. You felt like you were in another reality, almost unable to draw in a breath and clenching helplessly around the thick intrusion slamming into you as you drew your arms around your legs. It was unbearable and yet you bore it somehow, shaking and thrashing as your brain fired off the same sensors over and over and over. 

“That’s it, you can take it. You’ve gotta get used to this.” You could feel his thrusts staggering slightly. “Your body was made for this, don’t forget it.” 

Deep down you knew he was right and it sent a pulse of heat through you as you lie there, fulfilling your body’s purpose. Made to service real men and please them. One of his slick rubber hands slid over your clit, rubbing in fast little circles. 

“Oh fuck- sir! Too much- please- oh!” You yelped, pitifully attempting to bat his hand away. He blocks it easily. 

“Cum again, real fuckin tight. Milk my cock.”

You threw yourself backwards, hands fisting in the sheets as your entire body arched off the mattress. A guttural scream ripped it’s way out of your throat as you shook violently, walls clenching down hard.

“Fuck, boy- just like that-” He choked out, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, scooting you across the bed an inch or two. “Take this fuckin’ load-” 

He gasped loudly, grip so tight on your hips it felt like fire. You felt his warm cum spurt out inside you, painting your insides and pooling up around the tip. “Oh god, yeah,” He breathed, head falling limp between his shoulders. No one moved for a moment, before he lifted his head to look at you.

You both stared at each other, gasping for air. You relax your legs and they fall shakily on either side of his hips. He slowly pulls out, hissing quietly. His fingers run down to collect the thick fluid dripping out from your hole. You sob a little at the contact. He brings his hand to your lips, and you lap along his fingers obediently. 

“Mm, so obedient..” He whispered, hand retracting from your mouth to cup along your jaw. He tilts your head from side to side, studying your glassy red eyes and puffy lips. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up.” 

He stood back, reaching his hand out and pulling me to your feet. His slick arm wraps around your waist as he leads you to the bathroom on unsteady legs. Those jets were gonna get put to work.