Page 28 of The Club

I slam into his prostate again and again until cum leaps from his cock. He never even touched it. It just spurts like a fucking geyser.

His ass clenches on my dick, but I don’t come. I just fuck the last of his release from him. Then I pull out and shove him awayfrom me. He collapses against the high curve of the couch as I storm away from him.

I’m hard as fuck and furious. I find myself at the wall of toys. I grab a whip and go back to him. I strike his bare ass once, twice, three times, soothed by the cries he lets out, by the way his body jerks.

I strike his thighs and his back. I slap his hole and taint. When he’s hard for me again, I haul him off the couch. I pull him around to stand on the other side of it. I shove his head down, forcing him into a bend. Then I grab his hips and thrust back into his ass.

He moans, and his sudden compliance annoys me. I grab his hair and haul him upright. I wrap my other arm around his torso and start fucking hard upward into his ass. I’m hitting his prostate again. It has him clenching on me.

“Don’t you fucking come,” I warn and release his hair to reach around and pinch the head of his dick.

He cries out as I stop his orgasm. I keep pinching him as I thrust into his ass.

“I should put a fucking cock cage on you,” I growl.

“Hnn,” he moans, but I don’t know if it’s assent or argument or if he’s even aware of anything but my body fucking his.

My lower back tightens, and my balls swell. I still don’t let go of his cockhead, not even when my balls release and my orgasm explodes into him.

As I strain against him, my pelvis flush against his ass, my cock kicking inside him, I let go of his cockhead, gripping his shaft instead. It pulses in my hand as he comes with a scream. His orgasm and mine seem to ping against each other, echoing back and forth as we both strain and pulse.

His shudders turn into shaking as I pull out of him, spilling cum down his thighs. He pulls away abruptly and makes a sound I don’t like. It’s almost a whine. His body is curling in on itself.

He’s done. I know it instantly. He told me I would.

“Rafael—”

“There’s no code to get down.”

“Huh?”

He staggers away from me. I don’t like it. I won’t allow it.

He starts to hurry like he knows what I’m going to do, and, yeah, I fucking am. I dart after him and catch him around the middle.

“Don’t. Please, Dominic, I’m done.”

“I know you’re done.”

“Just leave—”

“Shut up, Rafael.”

I start hauling him toward the bed, which has only a black fitted sheet. I don’t think he likes what I’m doing, but he doesn’t fight me as I make get on the bed. I find a dark purple velvet blanket folded on the floor. I shake it out and lay it over him. He rolls onto his side away from me.

I leave him there while I go into the bar to find a towel. I’ve never taken care of anyone after sex. I didn’t take care of him last time. But this feels different somehow.Ifeel different. I want to do this. I don’t even know why. I just know that I don’t like how he’s trying to withdraw from me. He doesn’t get to do that, not after I fucked him like that.

I run the tap until the water warms. I wet a hand towel and return to the bed. I climb onto the mattress and pull the blanket clear of his ass. He makes a sound of protest, but I ignore that and clean away the cum that leaks from his abused hole. He’s going to be sore. I’m glad. I want him to be. But I want him clean too.

I try to pull his leg toward me, needing him on his back so I can take the ball stretcher off him. He growls like a feral fucking animal.

That’s enough.

I maneuver myself up the mattress and grab his jaw in a bruising grip. I pull, forcing him to look at me. His pale gray eyes are furious.

“Stop it,” I tell him. “You’re fine. You’re going to let me do this.”

His eyebrows draw low as he glares at me. I just hold that glare until his anger fades to reveal the truth. He feels really fucking vulnerable. I didn’t hurt him with the rough fucking, but I could hurt him now.

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