Page 71 of The Cult

“Yes, Daddy. I’m all yours.”

That was all I needed to hear. I walked the two steps to retrieve the metal chair and sat on it in front of him, ignoring the cold metal on my skin. I spread my legs apart, cupping my fully erect dick that was slick with excitement through my underwear. “Come closer,” I ordered.

The bathroom light flickered before abruptly extinguishing. “Fuck!” It’d been acting up these past few days and this wasn’t the time for the bulb to quit. I should’ve asked Sterling for a replacement. “Do. Not. Move.” Irritated, I rose from my metal chair, careful not to let it scrape against the concrete floor. Total darkness would’ve been fine if he was any other partner, but I wanted to see Abel’s face.

I headed to my dresser, retrieving a long white candle that Sterling had given me for emergencies.” I hadn’t expected that emergency to be my dick in Abel’s mouth. The pressure in my cock built. I dragged my hand across the wall as a guide to the bathroom to retrieve the lighter from the pocket of my wet pants. I struck its flint wheel, breathing a sigh of relief when the spark flashed. I lit the candle wick with a smirk. The light being snuffed out wasn’t so bad after all.

I poured a few drops of hot candle wax on my arm, cherishing the feeling that elevated my arousal. It’d been a while since the last time I deployed hot wax from my arsenal, but I could still remember the rush as if it were yesterday. The moans and groans the scorching liquid induced, the battle between agony and wanting more. I gave my cock a couple of quick strokes before heading out.

Abel remained planted on his knees, his back facing me. Good boy. He moved his head slightly, perhaps wondering what I was doing.

Carefully, I burned the bottom of the candle, watching as the flame danced to life before using the melted wax to stick it on the small table beside his chair. The light filled the room with a soft, comforting glow.

I returned to the chair. The anticipation I’d felt moments ago seemed to double. “Now, where were we?” I spread my legs, mesmerized by the flickering reflection of the candlelight swaying against Abel’s smooth skin, making him look more delicious—a feast I wanted to devour. With each drift and quiver, the warm glow seemed to cast a spell over me. The soft, rhythmic dance of light and shadow intensified Abel’s burning stare. “Come closer.”

Abel scooted forward until there was no room left. He kneeled between my legs, inches from my crotch. My piercing was outlined beneath my briefs, and he licked his lips, blue eyes darting between my face and my erection. His mouth was within reach yet not near enough.

“Make this last,” I reminded myself, because this would be the last time— wanting Abel would become a vice I could never, ever recover from.

Thirty: Abel

My excitement was through the roof. My cock bounced up and down, the head tapping on my lower abs. I grabbed my dick to give it a quick squeeze, but Tobias slapped my wrist before I could complete a pump.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, holding my chin. “Not until I say you can, boy. Now, hands behind your back.”

It was probably for the best, because I was two jerks away from busting a nut. I didn’t have a clue what he had in store, but I was all in on whatever he was planning to serve. I hoped I didn’t have to use the safe word like last time—disappointing him wasn’t in the cards tonight.

He pulled down his briefs, partially exposing the head of his cock with the shiny orbs that matched the one on his tongue. Cock tease. Tobias was so fucking hot. Everything about him turned me on—his tattoos, his piercings, the scars all over his body. His imperfection was perfection.

“You wanna taste Daddy?” he asked.

“Please,” I begged.

“Open your pretty little mouth.” He held my chin, guiding me forward. His thumbs played with my lips again, something I noticed he did a lot. If he wasn’t staring at them, he was caressing them. I wished he’d just kiss me.

I wondered how his cock ring would feel on my tongue. What did he taste like? My mouth watered. I’d been waiting for this moment since I laid eyes on him. He’d been the subject of my vivid wet dreams for many years. I felt lightheaded; I wasn’t sure if it was from excitement or because every ounce of my blood had gathered in my cock. My balls were filled and ready to shoot a massive load. I stuck my tongue out and licked the exposed skin and his piercing. Inch by inch, he lowered his underwear. I opened my mouth and adjusted my jaw to accommodate his girth.

Tobias held my shoulder with his free hand, preventing me from engulfing him. “Just the tip, baby,” he whispered.

Baby. No one had ever called me any term of endearment. That one word filled me with ecstasy and warmed my core.

I played with the head of his cock with my lips, rolling the piercing with my tongue.

“Mmmm. That’s it,” he moaned.

I outlined his head with the tip of my tongue before wrapping my lips around the tip and the first couple of inches. He let out a muffled groan. He tasted as delicious as he looked, a mixture of soap and musk with a hint of saltiness. I peered up to see his face and found him staring at the place where we were connected. His eyes were wide open but his features were unreadable. I applied more suction on his cock while locking eyes with him. His eyelids fluttered. The flavor of pre-cum hit the back of my throat and I fought the urge to bury him deeper.

“You want more?” he asked, as though he could read my mind.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

Tobias pulled my head off his cock then tugged his black briefs down, resting them on his feet. “Lick my balls,” he said. His dick bobbed when it was free from my mouth, my saliva dripping down his shaft.

I moved my lips to his nuts and darted my tongue across the velvety skin. Tobias spread his legs wider and tilted his ass off the chair. I took the opportunity to suck the soft skin under his big balls.

“Fuck …” Tobias’s head lolled back, mumbling incoherent words.

I did that to him. It was empowering. I nibbled, sucked, and fit his balls one at a time with no hesitation. I wrapped my hand around his dick to stroke him, but I was, once again, met with a slap.

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