“Oh fuck,” I pant rapidly, dizziness taking over my head. I need to cum so bad.
Putting my body through further torment, he kisses my skin hard, possessively as he makes his way down to my dick. He doesn’t lick it, kiss it or even tease it. He does what Carlos does best, he takes what he wants and he swallows my dick whole.
“Holy motherfucking god, this is…oh shit,” I wail as the lower part or my body bows off the bed, pushing me further down his throat. His moans vibrate around my shaft and I start to quiver. Up and down, slow and steady. My dick is dripping wet with how he tastes it with such eagerness. Pressure builds, that explosive sensation in my balls starts to build and build. I can’t hold it back.
“Carlos, I’m gonna cum,” I panic.
“Not yet, I’m not finished yet,” he says, letting my cock fall out of that talented mouth.
I’m a limp noodle. My dick is so stimulated it still feels like he has his mouth around me. I have no other thoughts in my mind other than getting off. My mind is floating, barely comprehending him removing the leather belt from my wrists as they flop at my side. There is no waiting as he goes into his next move.
“On your stomach,” he orders, and I don’t argue. I wince as the nipple clamps rub on the sheets, pinching them more with every move that snags the clips. Large hands grab my ass and cold air hits my hole when I feel him part my cheeks. Fuck, this will be the end.
With as much passion as he has shown the rest of me, Carlos eats my ass like it's his last meal on death row. Sucking, licking and nibbling. It feels so fucking good. Slowly, his tongue starts to push inside past the muscle, and the feeling of euphoria takes over. The pain on my nipples mixed with the sensual pleasure of my ass has me acting like a feral whore. I can’t stop whining and moaning, begging for more. Pushing my ass further into his face, wanting him to own every part. Like he said he would. Bastard.
I smother my face into the bed, biting on the sheets, surrendered to whatever Carlos does to me. When I think he can’t get his tongue any deeper inside of me, he proves me wrong. It’s so thick and greedy, but I want more.
“Carlos, I need more,” I pant. But he just continues worshipping my hole like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He’s owning my ass. Placing his stamp firmly in place that nobody else will ever give me what he can.
Seconds later I can feel my hole gape after the tongue fucking of the century has left me open. A sharp slap hits my right ass cheek, resulting in a wave of sensations. My cock rubbing against the sheets, my nipples raw from the pinch that's becoming more intense, the burn on my ass from the hard slap, and to put the cherry on the cake, the sensation of Carlos’ dick as he teases my hole before pushing into my most intimate part. For a brief second, it registers that he is the only one who knows my secret, aside from the rare stranger hook ups, but I’m surprisingly calm with that.
“Fuuuccckk,” he groans as he seats himself firmly inside me. His hand grabs the back of my head, pulling at my hair as he goes to town on ownership of my body. No gentleness, no build up, just intensity of need to get ourselves off.
With each thrust, my cock leaks and the orgasm I’ve been holding off rapidly builds. The friction is too much, I swear with the brutality of his hips, my nipples will most likely fall off with the clamps. My skin is raw, my mind blank, and my body reaching highs I never knew it could. My hands grip the bedsheets on either side of me, grounding me so I don’t pass out from the extreme force of pleasure that's about to explode from my dick.
“Carlos…Carlooosss I’m cumming, oh shit,” I yell as I tighten my fists with the sheets even more until I have no feeling in my hands. Wetness drenches the bed under my dick as a neverending fountain forcefully leaves my body. I start to spasm, babbling god knows what as I try to come back down to earth.
“Fuck yeah, oh fuck,” he groans and I feel the swell of his dick in my ass as he fills me with his load. Overstimulated is the only word I can use to describe what just happened. I don’t know where to focus first. All I do know is that while Carlos pulls himself out of my body I don’t have the energy to move.
“You alive?” he chuckles and I can only grunt in response as I lay face down on his bed, on the verge of passing out.
“Come on, little lion. I’ll help you,” he says, and I’m not sure how long it takes, or what he does, but as I drift in and out of sleep, I’m vaguely aware of being on a dry bed, no nipple clamps and large arms engulfing my body as I start to fall asleep.
“I told you I own you. Now sleep. You’re going nowhere,” he whispers into the back of my head. If I could, I’d punch him, but that would require the strength to lift my arm. Instead, I choose to sleep.
The room is dim, lit only by the fractured glow of a streetlamp pressing through the blinds. The shadows turn everything sharp, except for the warmth of Carlos’ arms around me. The bed creaks softly when I shift, my back pressed to Carlos’ chest, the unfamiliar safety of being held gnawing at me as much as it soothes me. But unlike last night while I was in another world after the most intense fuck I’ve ever had, I’ve woken up with a clear head and the reality of what happened spinning around in my head.
For a long time, I say nothing. My jaw is tight, body rigid, like I’m waiting for the moment to end. Or for someone to barge in here and tear me away. But Carlos doesn’t move, he just breathes slow and steady against my neck, a quiet rhythm that leaves no space for excuses. Just honesty.
Finally, the words scrape out of me, low and rugged as if dragged from a place I had buried deep. My defense walls suddenly lowered in my vulnerable state. As it has become the norm, I just blurt out what I feel in the moment. And hope it doesn’t destroy me.
“I don’t…I don’t know how to do this. Letting someone see me like this.”
Carlos tightens his hold on me, not with force but with a certainty, like he is trying to stop me from slipping away.
“I’ve spent years convincing myself I could hide it. That if i just played the part, kept my head down, no one would look close enough to see. No one would know,” I say, and my voice falters. I fucking hate this.
“Because if they did, they’d burn it out of me. Tear it out of me and punish me, just like he did.”
“Who?” Carlos asks in a gentle whisper.
“My foster dad. He caught me with another boy when I was young. His name was Leo and we both paid the price.”
“He hurt you?”
“He did more than that, and I’m still stuck, eleven years later. Bound by his threats. I should’ve killed him. I was a weak child.”
“Simon, you are far from weak.”
