Page 9 of The Club

I unbuckle my belt, open my pants, and shove my underwear beneath my swollen balls. I grab the sachet of lube from my jacket pocket, tear it open with my teeth, and slick my leaking cock.

Rafael is moaning and shivering and shoving his ass toward me. His impatience annoys me, so I smack the plug. He convulses so hard that his knees buckle. His heavy weight pulls downward. I haul him back into position, grab the plug, and pull it from his ass. I’m not nice about it.

He cries out as his hole stretches around the huge bulb. The teardrop shape is slick with lube, so I stick it in his jacket pocket instead of mine. Then I set my cockhead against his hole and shove inside.

I don’t even care that I should use a condom. He’s getting bred.

Rafael cries out at the sudden, harsh intrusion. He’s stretched from the plug, but my cock is a hell of a lot longer. It punches deep into him.

My left arm is still hooked around his ribcage. I grab at his throat and collarbone, fingers digging in to hold him for every harsh thrust. My hand grips his hard cock again.

It feels so fucking good that I thrust hard and deep again and again, letting the sensations explode through me. I’ve got him held against me, and I growl as I fuck him, loving the feel of my body against his. The firmness. The weight.

But I need more than I can get in this position, so I let go of his throat and tug his hips back. His bloodied hands grab sloppily at the wall, bracing himself as best he can when I start railing him.

I’ve fucked in a lot of alleys, but never like this. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want Rafael. I want to kill him. I want to absolutely destroy him.

Most of all, I want my cum inside him.

My balls draw up as I thrust harder and faster into the tight, slick heat of his ass. Fuck, it feels good. I let go. I let my orgasm seize my body. My hips snap forward as I come. Rafael’s ass clenches around me as I breed him, releasing hot spurts of cum inside him.

The bliss fades. I pull out abruptly. Rafael cries out. He almost falls. I almost let him. But I don’t.

I grab the plug from his pocket and shove it back in his ass, trapping my cum there.ThenI let him fall.

I step back, looking down at him on the filthy ground as I tug my underwear back over my cock and fasten my pants. I buckle my belt. Rafael’s body is rocking with light convulsions. They’re sexual because he didn’t come and he’s still aroused as fuck.

I leave him there and go to look at his victim. What a fucking mess. There’s blood everywhere. What the hell was he thinking, doing something like this in public?

Goddamn idiot.

I pull my phone from inside my jacket and make a call.

“Yeah, boss,” Rocco answers.

“I need cleanup. It’s bloody.”

“Where?”

I give him the location. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes. I can’t leave until he arrives, just in case anyone wanders by.

I backtrack to Rafael. He hasn’t moved. I stare down at him, taking in the sight of his exposed throat and the underside of his jaw. I let my eyes roam down his torso to his bare, hard cock. He’s breathing hard, his cock flexing rhythmically. I close my eyes as fresh arousal rocks my body.

I haul him to his feet and lean him against me while I tug his underwear and pants up. I reach into the opening of his pants and grip his dick through the black cloth. He shudders against me. His face presses into my neck.

I don’t know why I do it, but I hold him there, gently rubbing his cock while he pants against my throat. I bury my nose in his hair and breathe.

Christ, he smells good.

Then my father intrudes. I don’t let him speak inside me, but I can fucking feel his presence.

I start hauling Rafael toward my car. I open the passenger door. The interior lights cast enough of a glow for me to see all the blood on Rafael’s jacket. I lean him against the side of the car, unzip his jacket, and yank it off him. He watches me withenough awareness that I know he’s not totally gone. He pitches forward like he’s going to kiss me. I catch him by the jaw.

“I don’t fucking think so, faggot.”

I haul him up and stuff him into the passenger seat. I don’t want him touching my car with his bloody hands, so I grab a zip tie from the glovebox and use it to bind his wrists together.

I put the seat back so he’s lying down, out of sight for when Rocco gets here. His pants are still open, his cock stretching his underwear to its limit. I like it, so I leave him that way.

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