Page 19 of From Best To Bested

Roman didn’t know how to respond, what to say, or how to feel, so he stood silent.

“But before we have fun with you ass up and face down, we’re gonna make use of that smart mouth of yours.”

Ezra pointed to the floor at his feet, and Roman got down on his knees. Knelt beneath Ezra, the man seemed so much bigger. His dick seemed so much more insurmountable.

This was it. This was Roman’s point of no return. He kept waiting for something to interfere, to prevent his lips from meeting Ezra’s dick. He wouldn’t reject the offer a second time,but as his heart pounded and his body burned with nervousness, Roman anxiously took in the hard cock in front of him.

“Well?” Ezra stared. “Get me off.”

Roman opened his mouth mechanically, unsure of where to begin. He leaned in close, ready to bring the dick between his lips, but he froze.

He stared at the foreskin pulled back around the head of Ezra’s cock, the dribble of precum at the slit of his dick, the veins around his massive cock, and the girth all around. He considered all the things he liked when it came to head, from teasing to going all the way down, but he didn’t think he could willingly subject himself to doing either.

Roman couldn’t start, but he also couldn’t walk away. Not again.

“Just shove it in,” Roman insisted. “Do whatever you want.”

“I want you to work to bring me off.” Ezra grabbed his dick at the base and waved it up and down, playfully taunting Roman.

Unsure of himself and hating himself a little bit more, Roman leaned in with his open mouth and hoped Ezra would take the hint.

Ezra smacked the head of his dick against Roman’s tongue. He pushed his cock in just a bit, allowing the head to sit in Roman’s mouth.

“Do something,” he demanded.

Roman didn’t know what to do, so he closed his mouth around the dick and just sort of held it there, considering rotating his tongue around the head, but his mouth already felt so crammed he felt awkward trying to move around the head of the dick.

“Come on now.” Ezra grabbed Roman by his ruffled brown hair and pushed his head further down on the dick, shoving it against the roof of his mouth. “You know how you like it, right? Do that. Get me off.”

Roman’s head bobbed several times under Ezra’s instruction, following the flow of motion from his controlling hands. Each time Ezra pushed his dick further into Roman’s mouth, and when it hit the back of his throat, Roman nearly retched.

“Hold on,” Roman said with a gasp, pulling away and breathing in deep.

“None of that,” Ezra said, turning Roman back to face the massive cock.

Roman opened his mouth and accepted Ezra’s dick, only this time there was no steady push a bit further each time. Ezra had instead pushed with as much force as he could while thrusting forward at the same time.

“Take it all,” Ezra demanded. “All of it. Now. Take it. Fucking take it.”

Roman choked and gurgled as spit spilled from his mouth and snot bubbled from his nose while he desperately forced in air, which seemed more impossible with each passing second.

“Hold it,” Ezra demanded, keeping a firm grip on Roman’s head while the entirety of his dick ached in Roman’s throat.

He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t stop gagging over and over and over on Ezra’s cock, which remained firmly in place. Ezra lightly smacked Roman’s face and neck, commanding him to hold it, to be a good boy, a bitch, a toy. When Ezra groaned with satisfaction, his grip eased ever so, and Roman used that to pull back. He had nearly gotten Ezra’s dick out of his mouth when Ezra interjected.

“Not yet,” he insisted. With one hand still squeezing Roman’s hair and the other wrapping underneath Roman’s jaw, he shoved Roman back down onto his dick.

Roman moaned, coughing and choking, eyes welling up with so many tears, the room turned into a blurry mess.

“You’re doing good,” Ezra said as he bucked his hips forward. “So, so good.”

Roman gurgled, gasping a bit as his jaw somehow stretched just wide enough to finally choke in a bit of air around the massive girth of Ezra’s cock.

“Look at that pretty face.” Ezra held Roman’s head down, forcing his mouth all the way to the base and keeping him there. Roman’s lips brushed the trimmed black hairs of Ezra’s crotch. With his other hand, Ezra wiped away a few tears so Roman could clearly see his face, see the wild look in his eyes. “You ready for me to get started?”

Roman stared, petrified, completely uncertain of what he was expected to do. He couldn’t speak in this state. And the bewilderment of Ezra’s comment fully sank in. Roman couldn’t believe this was what Ezra considered…what? A warmup to a blowjob?

“Answer me.” Ezra slapped Roman’s face, startling him from the comment and the light pelt. “You ready for me to wreck this pretty face of yours?”

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