Page 11 of The Club

I stretch his leg higher so I can get deeper inside him. His cock is leaking a trail of precum across his contracted abdomen. His balls are hugely swollen. When I squeeze them, he cries out sharply.

“You been filling these for me?” I grit out as I pump into his hot, slick channel.

I keep hold of his balls with one hand as I grab his other leg and reposition him. I must hit his prostate because he jerks and shouts.

I switch my hand from his balls to his cock. It twitches in my hand. It’s so damn erotic that I start stroking him. My hand is slick with his precum. My cock is throbbing in his ass.

“You’re gonna come, you dirty fucking boy. You’re gonna show me how you shoot all over yourself because you love my cock in your ass.”

He’s mumbling incoherently. I wish I could know what he’s saying, but it’s enough to watch him falling apart under my onslaught.

When his balls draw up, I know he’s close. I jerk him harder and pound faster into his ass. He screams as his cock kicks in my hand. Creamy strands leap from his tip. His ass clenches on my dick. I keep pounding and he keeps coming, spilling all over his own abs and chest and throat.

The sight tips me over. My hips snap forward to bury my cock deep as I come inside him again. I strain through it, letting go of his dick to grab his thighs in a bruising grip as my cock pulses and spurts. It’s so fucking intense that my mind whites out.

“Hnnn!” I shout as I strain. The orgasm won’t fucking let go of me. “Fuck—hnnn!”

My body strains through it until I finally pitch forward, dizzied and gasping for breath. Rafael is spasming under me, hisass clenching on my cock. It’s too much. I pull out, spilling cum from his stretched hole onto the couch. I get up, letting his legs drop.

His eyes are barely open. He’s covered in cum. His bloodstained hands are bound to the arm of the couch. He should look awful, but he’s fucking beautiful.

I tuck my cock away and zip up. Still shaky, I go to retrieve my jacket and pull out my phone. I return to the couch and take a few pictures. By the time I’m done, Rafael is passed out.

I check his wrists, making sure the belt isn’t cutting off his circulation. I take a long look before I leave him there.

FIVE

Rafael

“Goddamn it, Rafael.”

I squint at Noah. “Are you going to untie me?”

Noah’s got a strong stomach, but I’m sure I look disgusting. I feel disgusting. There’s cum all over my torso and throat. I can feel it between my ass cheeks too.

“I really have to pee,” I tell him.

Noah lets out a longsuffering sigh and starts working on the belt securing my wrists to the arm of my couch.

“What would you have done if I hadn’t come to check on you?”

“I would’ve gotten out of it eventually. Once I woke up all the way.”

Another longsuffering sigh.

Once I’m free, Noah helps me sit up. My shoulders prickle with returning blood. Cum leaks out of my sore ass. I put my face in my hands and try to summon the energy to get up.

Noah gives me about thirty seconds, then he says, “Come on. Up.”

He helps get to my feet. He walks me down the hallway and through my bedroom to the bathroom.

“Piss, shower, brush your teeth, then come back to the kitchen. Unless you need help?”

“No.”

“You’re not going to fall?”

Annoyed, I go into the bathroom and shut the door.

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