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"Such a little brat," Ryker taunted, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick, hard cock from its confines. "You need to be punished, don't you?"
Caleb's mouth watered at the sight, and he whimpered involuntarily. "Y-yes, sir."
"Then suck it," Ryker demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Caleb pretended to resist, turning his head away as if he didn't want it. But deep down, he craved Ryker's dominance and loved being put in his place. He'd been used by so many men before, but none of them had made him feel safe, cherished, and respected as Ryker did.
Swallowing his pride, Caleb turned back and took the length of Ryker's cock into his mouth, worshiping it with fervor. He traced the veins with his tongue, relishing the salty taste of pre-come that leaked onto his taste buds. All the while, Ryker's dirty talk filled his ears, driving him further into a state of arousal and desperation.
"You love this, don't you?" Ryker growled, gripping Caleb's hair tightly but not painfully. "You love being on your knees, choking on my cock."
Caleb couldn't respond, but his moans of agreement vibrated against Ryker's length, urging him on. In this moment, it was clear that he belonged to Ryker, and the thought sent shivers down his spine.
As Caleb continued to suck and worship Ryker's cock, he reflected on how he'd discovered that he loved being pushed to the edge when someone was there to catch him. Ryker had shown him that even amidst their power play, there could be trust, vulnerability, and love. And for that, Caleb would submit to him again and again, gladly giving himself over to the man who held his heart in the palm of his strong, capable hands.
Ryker's hand, warm and firm, slid into Caleb's hair, sending tingles down his spine. Their eyes met, a silent question in Ryker's gaze.
With a grateful nod, Caleb gave permission for what was to come.
"Good boy," Ryker murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through Caleb's very being.
Ryker gripped Caleb's hair tighter, just on the edge of discomfort but still reassuring, and guided his head forward, pressing the thick length of his cock deeper into Caleb's mouth. The sensation of being filled, of choking on the man he loved, sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Caleb's body.
"Such a greedy little thing, aren't you?" Ryker taunted, his voice dripping with lust. "I bet you can't wait to take even more of my cock."
Caleb moaned around Ryker's length in response, feeling both humiliated and adored at the same time. He reveled in being Ryker's plaything, loving the way the older man took control and pushed him to his limits, all while maintaining an undercurrent of trust and love between them.
In the past, men had used him, not caring about his comfort. But when Ryker did the same things… It was something else, something that set Caleb's body aflame.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted as Ryker pulled his cock out of Caleb's mouth, leaving him gasping for air. A wicked grin spread across Ryker's face, and he warned, "Don't think you're going to get off that easily, sweetheart."
With surprising agility, Ryker manhandled Caleb, throwing him over the arm of the couch, ass up in the air and completely exposed. A thrill of anticipation raced through Caleb's veins as he felt Ryker's eyes roam over his vulnerable form.
"God, your ass is so fucking hot," Ryker growled, his voice rough with desire. Caleb squirmed, both from the compliment and the sensation of being so utterly displayed for Ryker's enjoyment. The vulnerability and exposure only added to the heat building within him.
He heard the sound of Ryker spitting, and then felt the warm wetness land on his hole. The sensation made Caleb's breath hitch in his throat as he tried to stifle a moan. The head of Ryker's cock teased his entrance, applying just enough pressure to make Caleb ache for more.
"Please," Caleb whispered, desperation lacing his voice. He arched his back, inviting more of the tantalizing touch that Ryker offered. He couldn't help but let out a whimper, craving the fullness and connection that he knew would come next.
"Look at you," Ryker murmured, his voice a heady mix of lust and amusement. "You're so damn needy for it, aren't you?" The words were a tease, yet they held an undercurrent of warmth that made Caleb shiver with desire.
Ryker leaned over Caleb, pressing his larger, more powerful body against him like a delicious, smothering weight. The heat between them was palpable, and Caleb reveled in the feeling of being completely encompassed by the man he loved.
"Everything you need," Ryker whispered into Caleb's ear, the roughness of his voice sending tingles down Caleb's spine, "I'll give to you."
Warm feelings bloomed in Caleb's chest, causing his heart to swell with affection and gratitude. In that moment, as Ryker's cock pressed into him, filling him up entirely, Caleb let out a deep, satisfied moan.
"Ah, fuck, Ryker..." he gasped, unable to keep the pleasure from seeping into his voice.
Ryker began to pound into Caleb, each thrust deliberate and animalistic. The force behind his movements was intoxicating, leaving Caleb clinging to the edge of control as he begged for more.
"Please, don't stop... I need it," Caleb panted, feeling both vulnerable and cherished beneath Ryker's powerful form.
As the sensations built, Caleb's thoughts swirled, reflecting on the person he had become in Ryker's arms. He knew he wasn't perfect; he had made his fair share of mistakes and embraced his own personal brand of debauchery. But with Ryker, he felt seen – appreciated for all that he was, flaws and all.
Caleb's body shuddered with each powerful thrust from Ryker, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume him completely. Sweat glistened on their skin as they moved together, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. The air was thick with lust and longing, making it nearly impossible for Caleb to catch his breath.
"Harder," Caleb goaded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come on, old man, don't hold back."
