Page 98 of Tyrant

“Center of the circle and on your fucking knees,” Tyrant’s voice growls.

He pushes at my back and I stumble forward. With each push, pull, step and stumble, I have to admit that it hurts my head. I’m still recovering from the attack. I still have staples in my head right now as I walk to the center of the candlelit circle and drop to my knees.

Tyrant walks the perimeter of the circle and stands between the other two masked men. He reaches behind him and produces a wine red silk piece of cloth. He moves toward me, into the candlelit circle. I look up at him. My body is on fire. Yet I have no idea what’s about to happen.

This is what you’ve done to me, Tyrant.

He places the cloth against my face, covering my eyes, tying it behind my head. I note the way he moves, tying it tight yet with enough gentle care not to disrupt the staples in my head. I can’t see, obviously.

“Your purpose requires no sight,” Tyrant says. “Your sight is commanded by another. You will do what you are told when to do it without question. Correct?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“The three of us are standing before you with our command and our need,” Tyrant says. “You,claimed one, are going to suck each of our cocks.”

The words ring out in my head. My lips quiver. My throat tightens.

Oh… fuck…

“Open your fucking mouth,claimed one.”

It feels like Tyrant’s voice is a mile from me. My jaw keeps shaking. I have no idea who the other two guys are with him.

Demo? Vic? Peri?

Two other random guys? I’ve never done a blindfolded, sucking cock thing. It’s an odd feeling not being able to look before you…suck.

When I feel the head of a cock touch my lips my head pulls away and I gasp. A hand grabs at the back of my hair and pulls. I whimper and open my mouth.

I’m sorry.

The bulbous tip touches my lips again. Rubbing against my top lip. Then against my bottom lip. When it enters my mouth, I have to open wider to adjust for the size. Odds are I have a stranger’s cock in my mouth right now. Sliding deeper with each passing second.

My tongue is pressed down, my jaw starts to ache. He stops and pulls back. Then presses forward. Repeating that same move over and over, fucking my mouth.

My body rocks back and forth a little bit, trying to keep up with the motion as he starts to move faster and harder. He touches the back of my tongue which sends a signal for my gag reflex to kick in. I fight it off the best I can. I groan.

His shaft is thick and hard. Like warm steel, moving in perfect motion and unison. Back and forth. He then stops and moves his hand to the top of my head. His hand spread wide, basically palming my entire head. His pinky touches the staples in my head.

Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my mouth. Inch by inch until he pops free. I feel spit dribble from my mouth and tongue down to my chin. I don’t bother even thinking about cleaning it up. I’m here for one reason. I’m here to suck cock. Even just thinking that sends my body into a state of warm euphoria.

My lips tremble as I wait for more.For another.I can sense movement in front of me. Someone walking away. Then someone approaching.

This time I feel a cock slap against my left cheek. I gasp, then feel that same cock jammed into my mouth.

Two hands around my neck and throat, fingers digging into the back of my neck, thumbs pressinghardagainst my throat. And a large cock sliding right to the back of my mouth. Right into my throat. Smashing through any attempt at quelling my gag reflex. I can’t help myself as I start to gag. My body demands I remove the object—a hard, throbbing cock—from my throat and mouth right now. Only it’s not my choice anymore. I am on my knees in a candlelit circle, under the control and command of Tyrant.

My nose tickles for a moment when I feel pubic hair touch it. The cock then tears out of my mouth as fast as it thrust in. It’s all so much and so sudden that I can’t help but gag and cough. I lean forward, gasping. My hands touch the floor. More spit drips from my mouth.

“One more to go,claimed one,” Tyrants voice says.

I hurry to collect myself, propping up on my knees one more time, opening my mouth.

I’m ready.

The third and final cock touches my lips and slides right into my mouth. I lean forward, wanting it. Wanting more. All of it. Give me. Fuck me. Take me. I groan as my mouth becomes more and more full with each passing second. I again feel the pressureagainst the back of my tongue. My throat closes for a second and I make a slight gagging sound, but I change that into a groan.

Fingers touch my hair, stroking from the top of my head to the back. Chills move throughout my body and I have a suspicion that this is Tyrant’s cock in my mouth. That just makes me want it even more. I want to taste his cum in my mouth, running down the back of my throat, settling down into my stomach.

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