Page 57 of The Cult

Holy shit. I almost blew my load when his tongue rolled around the head of my dick. The piercing adding an extra layer of indescribable pleasure; the hard metal teased the ridge under my cock.

“You like that?” Tobias asked, the confidence in his voice back.

“Yes, Daddy,” I uttered, on the verge of blowing.

Tobias’s lips traveled to my leg, then he bit the sensitive crease between my balls and thigh. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but all I could do was whimper. His teeth would definitely leave some marks. With a kiss, his mouth left the spot then moved to the other side. Like the first time, my skin felt like it was tearing when he gnawed on me. Just when I thought I’d had enough, Tobias rewarded me by pleasuring my cock. His twisting hand, accompanied by his mouth, serviced my dick slowly. I bucked my hips, but that was the wrong move because he stopped altogether.

“Patience,” he said. “Remember the rules? You come when I tell you to come.”

All I could do was nod. My brain was mush and I could only process two things: Tobias and coming. I was torn between the enjoyment and torture of being edged.

Tobias paused momentarily, admiring my naked body; he looked so turned on. I flexed my meat, the head bobbing and leaving a trail of pre-cum on my stomach. He grabbed my dick with both hands, then jerked me with a reverse grip.

“Fuuuuuck …” I moaned, failing to keep quiet.

Watching Tobias service me was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth, his lips popping when he pulled the digit out, and brought it to my asshole, which clamped when the tip of his wet, warm finger touched my pucker. “Shhhh … relax …” he hushed, before pressing his digit harder.

My ass met his multiple attempts to penetrate with a viselike clamp. I needed to relax. I didn’t want him to stop. I wished I could tell him why I was so tight, but I hadn’t been given permission to speak.

“What’s the matter, boy?” Tobias asked after several failed attempts to get inside my ass.

“I’ve never …” I trailed off, a little embarrassed by the truth. Unfortunately, I was all talk when it came to sex—my experience was limited to hand jobs and blow jobs. In the end, I decided to be honest. “I’ve never been fucked,” I murmured, fire creeping up my neck and face. I shut my eyes, afraid to see his reaction.

“What?” Tobias asked.

“I said, I’ve never been fucked,” I repeated.

Tobias didn’t respond. After a long silence, I opened one eye to peek. He was watching me.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“Don’t be sorry, boy,” he said. The disappointment I was expecting wasn’t there. Tobias seemed pleased. He lifted my legs up, exposing my ass to his face. Thank god I showered before we left. His wet tongue swiped my ass and probed my opening in the best possible way.

My body loosened up and I felt my pucker starting to open. Tobias must’ve noticed, because his finger slid inside with little resistance.

“There you go,” he said. “So fucking beautiful.” He raised his other hand and stuck two fingers in my mouth.

I sucked then slobbered them with my saliva.

He pushed his long fingers into my throat, and I gagged when they hit my tonsils. As expected, Tobias didn’t stop, but shoved them deeper. “Take it, boy,” he barked.

Holy shit. Tears fell down my cheeks and my breathing became labored. I was going to pass out. After thirty more seconds of gurgling noises from my throat, Tobias yanked his fingers out, perhaps to let me throw up or say the word to surrender. I did neither. I was a good boy. Determined, I opened my mouth, willing to take what Tobias would give.

He resumed his sweet torment on my throat, choking me with his fingers. I wished his digits had been his cock pumping my mouth. His other finger was pumping into my ass. Being finger-fucked by Tobias at both ends was too much to handle. I started to see stars when his finger hit a spot in my ass. The sensation was foreign; a pleasure so unimaginably strong, I felt like I was being jerked off from the inside. Carnal sounds escaped my lips. Tobias pulled his finger out of my mouth, and I missed the pleasure and pain. I didn’t need to worry, because his fingers found my nipples again. He gripped one so hard the pain almost caused me to pass out. I stayed grounded while Tobias sucked my cock.

I was being pleasured and afflicted on multiple fronts. My mind had a tough time zeroing in on what was happening to me: his finger pressing that special button I didn’t know existed, the agony caused by his finger clamping my nipples, or my cock skull-fucking Tobias. Just when I thought he’d pinched my nipples hard enough, a new wave of throbbing pain left my skin when his grasp tightened.

“Purp—” I whispered, halting before I completed the word. I’d been close. It was on the tip of my tongue. The pain was too much to bear, the pleasure too strong to ignore. I was caught between bliss and torture, an uncharted territory for me. I steadied my breathing, unwilling to appear weak in Tobias’s presence. I refused to be that guy.

One more hard twist of my sore nipple and my body contorted. Oh god. “Purple,” I whimpered, keeping my eyes closed so as not to witness his disappointment.

“Good boy!” He slapped my cheek lightly, surprising the shit out of me. “I’m gonna make you come now.”

Tobias deep-throated my dick—gagging repeatedly along the way—while finger-fucking my ass. Deep throating took practice, and I was a willing subject.

My orgasm neared. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My breathing became heavier as Tobias pushed me over the edge. I fucking hoped to goodness he wouldn’t stop. His speed and suction increased. “I’m coming …” A gasp escaped me, and I blasted my load into his mouth. Stars flashed within my reach.

Tobias continued draining my dick, sucking gently until my tremors subsided. Then he stood and dropped his pants.

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