He’s half-hard. It’s all the proof he needs.
Tears spill out of Graham’s eyes. This man doesn’t want him. All of this truly is a lie.
Colton makes a crooning sound, licks Graham’s face, tasting his tears. Pretending. He pulls back, seems disoriented. He reaches into the bag, comes out with a plug and hesitates. Colton licks his lips, stares at Graham like he’s in a daze.
“Look at those tears. You gonna give me more of them?” he asks, voice husky. Graham still has a hand on Colton’s cock, and the man is now hard, but it isn’t enough. It’s the dominance itself that made him hard, not necessarily Graham.
Graham could’ve been anyone.
Colton squeezes a cold glob against Graham’s hole and presses the plug in. It’s hard and stubby, not particularly large. A moment later it turns on, vibrating inside him. Then the cock ring turns on and he can’t escape it although he wants to.
“No!” Graham gasps.
“Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”
He knows what he should say. And a part of him wants to reassure Colton and say what Colton wants him to. But it isn’t true. Colton isn’t his and he isn’t Colton’s. That’s become painfully clear to him over the last twenty-four hours.
He looks at Colton’s face, sees that the Dominant is distressed, and he swallows down bile. He wishes he could give Colton what he wants. He wishes he could be what Colton desires. But he isn’t even good enough to fuck.
“I’m sorry,” Graham says. “I wanted you. I really did, but I…”I’m broken and we both know it. I’m not a submissive anyone would want.
Colton blinks back tears. “Don’t apologize. You’ve caught me a little off guard is all. It will work out.I’llwork it out,” he says, but he doesn’t sound convinced or confident. He sounds devastated.
A submissive is meant to make a Dominant feel confident. Instead, Graham is hurting Colton. Graham will ruin him if he can’t make Colton leave him alone.
Can he save Colton? If Graham can end this now, make Colton leave, then won’t he have done one good thing? That might be the only generous thing he can do at this point. And when Colton is gone, he’s going to end it once and for all.
“Turn this off. Please? I don’t like it.”
Colton flinches. His hand is hovering, shaking, poised uncertainly over Graham’s crotch. The buzzing in his ass is getting worse. He feels numb and shaky. His cock spasms and come slides out of the head of his cock, pooling onto his stomach. It’s not a lot, maybe a dime’s worth, but Colton puts a hand on Graham’s cock and jerks him off, careful and easy.
“There you go. Good boy. You’re almost hard,” Colton murmurs.
“He said?—”
“Please don’t do this, Graham. Not right now.” Colton is biting his lip and he looks pale. He’s no one Graham recognizes.
“He said… he said you were a lot to handle. He wants to keep seeing you. Do you care?”
The hand stills. “No, I don’t. I don’t give a shit about him, Graham,” he whispers. “He isn’t you. All I care about is you.” His tone lacks conviction. The words are right. This is wrong. Colton can’t even look at him. His head is down, shoulders hunched a little. A puppet with his strings cut.
“I don’t know you and you don’t know me. This is who I—hey, look at me,” Graham demands and Colton’s gaze slowly turns to him, eyes wet and wide. It’s all wrong.
Colton should be the one demanding.
Graham is supposed to submit.
But he’s so fucked up and bad at being a submissive that he’s going to destroy the Dominant before him if he can’t make Colton go.
Graham hates this vibratingthingon him. He reaches for it, puts a hand on himself to take it off.
“No, leave it.Please,Graham.”
Graham ignores him. He starts to take it off, tugging it up his cock, shivering with sensation as it touches the ridge under the head of his penis. Colton tries to stop him. Graham bats his hand away, pulls the ring off, and Colton grabs Graham’s wrist hard in his.
“Give that to me. This is for your own good and you know it.” His dominance hurts. But all Graham does is hurt. The pain of resisting can’t be worse than what he’s already feeling.
“This isn’t submission and you aren’t dominating me. We both have to want this and I don’t. I can’t stand this after what you’ve done to him. I just can’t.” He throws the ring and it hits the wall, buzzing on the ground then stopping abruptly. “You should go now. Send in one of the doctors. They’ll pumpme full of whatever and you can go find someone you really want. Someone who knows what they’re doing and—” His voice breaks.
