Page 56 of The Cult

“I wanna taste. Can I suck you off?” I rubbed my cheek against his pants, hoping they would drop to the ground. I moaned when a whiff of his scent wafted to my nose; a mixture of soap, sweat, and all fucking man.

Tobias gripped my neck below my chin and forced me to look up. “No more talking.”

I bowed my head, obeying his order. Something about Tobias made me abide by every rule. I hated complying, but with him, I was more than willing.

“Do you remember our safe word?” he asked, his thumb caressing my lower lip.

Another nod. “Yes.” I delighted in the way he said our, as if what was about to happen belonged only to him and me.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Purple. I wanted to vanish the color from my vocabulary. I’d never succumb. I was here to please him and saying the word out loud meant I’d disappoint Tobias.

“Such a good boy.” Tobias kneeled then spread my legs. His rough palms caressed my stomach before traveling up to my chest.

I closed my eyes and held my breath, awaiting his next move. I craved the pain he was about to inflict on me. I stiffened when his fingers rubbed circles on my nipples.

“Relax …” Tobias whispered. He dragged his knuckle up and down the ridges of my abs to my navel then pressed my hips down.

I hadn’t even realized I had lifted them in anticipation. I steadied my breathing, trying my hardest to calm my emotions. I opened my eyes, looking down at Tobias.

He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

“Ahhhhh.” A muffled cry of surprise escaped my lips when Tobias clamped the tips of my nipples. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I called as his grip tightened.

“What did I say about speaking?”

Still sore from the last time, I folded my body, bending my legs when he twisted his finger.

My muted response was accompanied by shallow breathing. That fucking hurt, but I powered through. The pain was worth all the pleasure.

“Good boy.” His attention momentarily left my chest and switched to the waistband on my black briefs visible just above my pants. He snaked his hand inside the soft fabric. “You’re dripping with pre-cum, boy,” he said, cupping the length of my fully erect dick. “So fucking wet. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.

His free hand snapped the button of my pants and tugged the zipper down. He slowly teased my cock through my underwear, starting from my balls to the length of my shaft. He continued his light touch for a couple of minutes before exposing my balls, alternating between tugging and grinding them. He pulled the head of my cock next to the top of my waistband while teasing my balls. My senses were overloaded.

Tobias spat, then his wet and warm palms caressed the sensitive skin under my balls.

I glanced at my dick. Maybe it was because of the angle, but my dick looked bigger than ever.

Tobias’s other hand gripped the base of my shaft, moving up, while his other hand squeezed my nuts. He stopped when his fingers reached the head.

I whined, my whole body craving more. I breathed a sigh of relief when his hand glided down.

What a fucking tease. His hand stopped at the base. “Lift your ass,” he ordered. Tobias pulled my pants down after I complied.

I was thankful that the rock he chose was smooth. It was cold as fuck, but I’d take that over a bumpy surface. I flexed my dick, inviting Tobias to suck me. I wanted to feel the warmth of his mouth. How would his pierced tongue feel playing with the head of my cock? Once my pants and briefs were down, he jacked my cock from base to tip with one smooth motion while squeezing in between touches.

Tobias circled his thumb around the tip of my dick. I groaned, surprised by the pleasure that coursed through me. I fucking love that.

He hesitated after leaning closer to my leaking cock. He was dominant, but the mental war he was fighting was visible in his eyes. He seemed unsure. His lips parted, and I was rewarded when his mouth engulfed the tip of my cock. Tobias’s head lowered, swallowing half of my dick. He gagged and pulled away immediately, his spit dripping off my cock. His watery eyes glared at me. He wasn’t the first man to choke on my dick. Swallowing a cock like mine took practice.

I thought he’d had enough and would resort to jerking me off instead. He was probably freaked out after having his first dick in his mouth. I was proven wrong when he opened his mouth wider and sucked my shaft once again.

Tobias persevered through the first few inches. Inch by inch, my dick sank deeper into his throat. I could feel his reflex, his continuous gagging, until he swallowed past half of my length. He pulled off and flashed a twisted smile, then repeated sucking my dick until my whole eight inches was in.

I’d give it to him—he didn’t know how to give up. That made him even hotter.

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