Katt’s voice broke apart entirely as Samson found his rhythm, the sounds tearing out of him shapeless and raw. Then Samson’s arms closed around him and hauled him upward, seating him fully in his lap, and Katt’s breath left him in a sharp, wrecked gasp as that impossible thickness drove home all over again, deeper than before, deep enough to feel it somewhere behind his navel.
Samson palmed his ass and began to move him. Katt grabbed for his shoulders and tried to meet it, tried to take some of it back for himself, but the stretch had him too undone, too split open to do much more than hold on while Samson worked him up and down the length of his cock.
“Uh-uh-uh-huuh!”Katt gasped out loudly each time Samson struck bottom. He managed to curl his legs around the man’s waist and hold on as the giant drilled him. He couldn’t imagine his hole ever shrinking back to normal after this, but right now, he didn’t care. The pain had all but vanished, and he reveled in the feel of the humongous cock plowing into his stretched hole, the slippery wetness of the lube causing an echo of flesh colliding with flesh.
Then Samson flipped him, and the world tilted. Katt found himself on his back, blinking up at the man looming over him—jaw clenched, face flushed dark, sweat dripping from his chin onto Katt’s chest. The new angle drove the blunt head of his cockinto something that made Katt’s vision go white at the edges. He could feel Samson’s thighs trembling against his own, the rhythm growing ragged and urgent. Deep in his own gut, the pressure behind his balls had wound itself so tight it was almost unbearable.
“I’m gonna make you cum,” Samson panted, his face just inches above Katt’s. “And then I’m gonna cum.” His breath came hot and ragged against Katt’s mouth. “You want it inside you—or all over you?”
The thrusts were relentless, each one driving the thought clean out of Katt’s head before he could catch it. He got his mouth open twice before the word finally scraped out of him, wrecked and barely audible:“Both.”
Something shifted in Samson’s expression—a slow, quiet thing, almost private. He straightened, drawing Katt’s hips up into his lap, and changed his angle. Each thrust bottomed out in a methodical roll that found the same spot, again and again, with the patience of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.
Katt’s eyes rolled back in his head as his body nearly levitated off the bed. The pressure behind his balls finally crested and broke. His whole body seized—thighs locking, stomach caving, breath punching out of him in a sound that wasn’t quite a word—and then his cock was pulsing untouched, the first rope of cum arcing up to his collarbone, the next striping across his ribs, the rest spilling in diminishing pulses down his stomach as his hips stuttered through it, chasing the last of it out of him.
Samson’s rhythm fractured, his breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts as his thrusts turned erratic, each one deeper and more desperate than the last. His face twisted—jaw locked, lips peeled back over clenched teeth—as his body coiled tight, tendons standing out in his neck. Then, with a guttural roar that vibrated through Katt’s bones, he buried himself to the hilt, hips jerking in violent spasms. A scalding flood erupted inside Katt,so thick and sudden it overflowed his stretched rim, spilling down his thighs in thick rivulets. Samson’s cock pulsed again and again, each throb pumping more heat into him until it dripped from his ass in lazy, glistening strands.
Then Samson pulled out, his shaft still twitching and squirting cum from the flushed, swollen head. He wrapped a massive hand around himself and stroked vigorously, veins bulging along his forearm as he aimed the last of his release at Katt’s body. The first thick rope lashed across his collarbone, the next splattered his stomach in a warm, sticky arc. Another landed on his throat, then his thighs, and finally—a hot, salty strand—across his parted lips. Katt flicked his tongue without thought, catching the taste of him: musky, bitter,alive.
“Fuck—yes,” Samson growled, his grip tightening as he milked the last of his release onto Katt’s flushed skin. His cock, though spent, still jutted heavy and thick between his thighs, the head flushed dark, the shaft veined and slick as he finally sank back onto his heels, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs as his massive chest rose and fell.
Katt lay fully wrecked and ruined on the bed before him, having never felt more alive than in this moment. The cameras and crew were little more than a background blip as he gazed up at the colossal man who had just fucked him senseless—and understood more than ever why the twins adored him, maybe evenworshippedhim.
A smile formed on Katt’s flushed, glistening face, and his heavy-lidded eyes slid down from Samson’s face, too weak to even look up at the man. In his peripheral vision, hazy and distorted, something shifted. He turned his head on the pillow.
A shape in the doorway. Still as a statue. Watching him.
Katt blinked once, twice.
The shape sharpened… slowly, and then all at once.
Franco.
20
Gideon noticed Katt’s expression abruptly shift from bliss to shock, and turned around, following the young man’s startled eyes to the studio door—and the visitor who had shown up as Daniel was leaving earlier.
“What—” Katt scrambled off the bed, grabbing frantically for a robe and wrapping it around his naked body, flushed, sweaty, and stained with Mickey’s cum. He made no move to approach the visitor, Franco. Rather, he moved further away, keeping his back to the door.
“Shit,” Gideon whispered and walked toward Franco. He grasped his arm and directed him into the hallway. “I asked you to wait in my study.” Gideon kept hold of him until they were far enough away from the studio before releasing him. “You shouldn’t have been there without Katt’s permission.”
Franco didn’t speak as Gideon ushered him back inside the study and closed the door. The young man looked shocked as he sank into one of the cushioned chairs before Gideon’s desk.
“I… I don’t understand…” Franco mumbled, staring at the floor. “Why would he…” His brow pinched. “He didn’t have to…” Franco shook his head, confused. “He knew Todd had lied. Why…” He finally raised his eyes to Gideon. “Why would he…?”
Gideon sighed and leaned against the front of his desk. “You’ll have to ask him.”
“Is he… gay?” The look on his face wasn’t quite discernible, even for Gideon. It seemed a mixture of shocked disbelief, confusion, and… something else… all rolled into one.
“That isn’t for me to say,” Gideon said. “Only he can tell that.”
“But… what he just did in there…” Franco’s hands slowly flexed against his knees, the knit in his brow holding tight, his eyes dropping back to the carpet. “Hehasto be…” Franco looked up. “Doesn’t he?”
Was it his imagination—or was thathopein the young man’s face?
“He doesn’thaveto be anything,” Gideon murmured. “Straight men have tested out theircuriosityto discover they were still straight. As I said, only Katt can decide who he is. I won’t speculate on his behalf. It isn’t my place.”
Franco nodded as his eyes drifted down again.
