He yanks me flush against him, his free hand wrapping around both our erections, pressing them together. The contactis electric, his skin hot and velvety against mine. I can’t stop the moan that escapes me, even if I wanted to.
Julian spits, the warm wetness landing perfectly between our cocks. His hand starts moving, sliding us together in the slick heat he’s created.
My knees nearly buckle at the sensation. I grab his shoulders to stay upright, my entire body trembling.
Julian’s grip on my hair returns with his free hand, forcing my gaze to meet his. I could look away—physically, it would be possible—but something deeper holds me captive. His eyes through the mask are hypnotic. Gone is the polished investment banker facade, replaced by a primal beast.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice dropping to that tone that seems to bypass my brain and speak directly to my body. “Really look at me, Elliot.”
I do. I take in everything—the sharp lines of his jaw visible beneath the mask, and the intensity in his eyes that makes my chest tighten. For the first time in my life, I’m truly seeing another man without the filter of denial or shame.
Julian presses his cold masked forehead against mine. His breath is hot against my lips as he speaks.
“From now on, I am your king,” he says. “Every first that you’ve denied yourself, I will claim. Every experience you’ve fantasized about in the dark—” he squeezes our cocks together for emphasis, making me gasp, “—will be with me. Every sexual experience you have, I will be there. Do you understand?”
My throat constricts around the answer. This is it—the point of no return. If I say yes, there’s no more hiding, no more pretending.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Julian’s hand slides from my hair to my throat, not squeezing but resting there—a reminder of his control.
“Yes, what?” he demands, his thumb tracing my racing pulse.
I swallow hard, feeling the slight pressure against his palm. The word forms on my tongue, unfamiliar but right.
“Yes, Sr.”
“Good boy,” Julian purrs, his voice a dark caress.
Those two simple words ignite something primal inside me. My cock pulses violently between us, a rush of pre-cum spilling over his length. I’m so close to the edge just from those words that I bite my lip to hold back.
“Fuck,” Julian moans, his eyes flashing with hunger as he looks down at where my slickness coats his cock. “Look how wet your cock gets for me.”
His hand moves faster, the glide easier now with my pre-cum slicking the way. The sensation of his hard length sliding against mine is maddening—the heat, the friction, the taboo thrill of feeling another man’s cock against my own.
“I want you, Elliot,” Julian growls, his voice dropping to a rough whisper that scrapes across my senses. “Want every inch of you. Want to ruin you for anyone else.”
His grip tightens so that the pressure is exquisite as he strokes us together. My hips buck, seeking more of that delicious friction.
“Come for me,” he demands, his eyes locked on mine. “Come all over my cock. Now.”
It’s not a request but a command, and my body responds instantly. The orgasm crashes through me with stunning force. I cry out as hot ropes of cum pulse from my cock, coating Julian’s length and his fist. The sight of my release marking him is almost as overwhelming as the pleasure itself.
Before I can catch my breath, Julian spins me around, pushing me forward until I’m bent over, my hands bracing against the wall.
“On your knees,” he orders, his voice thick with lust. “Ass up for me.”
I drop to all fours, my body trembling with aftershocks. I should feel exposed, vulnerable, but instead I feel a strange liberation as I present myself to him.
“You’re going to take every inch,” Julian says, positioning himself behind me. “Going to fuck another load out of you while I breed this tight little ass again.”
My spent cock instantly twitches with renewed interest, making me desperate for him to make good on his promise.
I hear the distinctive click of a bottle cap behind me. A moment later, something cold and slick drizzles between my ass cheeks, making me shiver. Julian’s fingers spread the lube around my entrance, teasing but not entering.
“Still want this?” he asks, the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
“Yes,” I manage, my voice rough with need. “Yes, Sir.”
