Page 36 of Now Comes the Dark

He nodded, unable to speak.

Mallon let go of him, backing away to lean against the wall. His handsome features were strong in the shadowy red light. “Turn around and let me see you.”

Roman did what he’d asked. They had fallen into a hot routine, Mallon telling him what to do and him obeying without question. It was nothing deep, like BDSM, just something extremely erotic and sensual. Roman loved to please him.

Mallon looked like a God. His perfect physique glistened with sweat beneath the red lights. He grinned lasciviously, staring at Roman’s new underpants, distorted completely by his raging hard on. Mallon was naked, apart from black leather construction boots and a steel cock-ring. The shaft of his cock throbbed with engorged veins, the head wet and shiny, and his ball sack, lifted by the ring, was full and jutted forward from his hips. As Roman feasted his eyes on his dick, Mallon twitched it.

“It’s all for you,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Roman dropped to his haunches and cupped his hand around Mallon’s balls. The sack was tight and full. He squeezed gently before going in with his mouth. He drew his tongue along the smooth skin and inhaled the warm, musky scent of Mallon’sgroin.Oh, yes. The salty taste and ripe smell were intoxicating. He nuzzled the base of his cock with his nose but kept his primary focus on his nuts, opening his mouth to take one inside, applying the slightest amount of suction.

Mallon groaned, edging his hips forward while running his fingers through Roman’s hair, caressing the back of his head in a motion that was both tender and passionate.

He released his ball and drew the other one inside, sucking a little harder this time. Mallon tightened his hold. Roman sucked deeper, until his heard a sharp hiss of breath, taking Mallon to the borderline of pleasure and pain. They were too big for him to take both balls in his mouth at once, so he alternated, sucking one then the other.

He was aware of a crowd closing in around them. He heard their murmurs of approval, the slick sound of their hands on their dicks. They could beat their meat as much as they wanted, but Roman’s mouth was for Mallon’s pleasure only.

He released his balls and moved up to his cock. Pre-cum drooled from the tip and down the shaft. It coated his tongue in its salty slick when he swallowed. Mallon tightened his grip on Roman’s head, guiding the back-and-forth motion.

“Look at that slut. He fucking loves it,” somebody said in a leering, overly loud voice.

Someone else sniggered.

Let them jeer. Roman was the one servicing the hottest man in the place. They were only jealous. He relaxed his jaw and took Mallon’s dick all the way, letting it sit in his throat. It cut off his air supply. He held it for as long as he could, until his eyes watered, and he started to feel faint. He withdrew, choaking, gasping.

“He’s a real little pig,” someone shrieked.

He worked Mallon’s cock with devotion—deep throating, daring himself as he pressed his nose into his musky groin,against the cool steel of his cock-ring, to keep him inside for longer each time he swallowed. Mallon gripped a handful of hair and pulled him off.

“Enough. I want to show them your ass is mine.”

Roman trembled with fresh excitement when Mallon reached into his boot and produced a sachet of lube. He nodded appreciatively and climbed onto the vinyl-covered bench, getting on all fours, and presenting his arse. Mallon tore into the sachet and emptied the contents into Roman’s crack. Then his fingers got to work, massaging his opening, pushing the lube inside. One finger. Two. Three. Mallon drove into him with a smooth, twisting motion, ensuring he was fully prepared. Roman clawed at the vinyl surface, arching his back, and opening himself farther.

The entrance to the vault was packed. There were more men behind those who had the prime spots, standing on tiptoes to watch over their shoulders, obtaining a better view. He’d had sex in front of a couple of people before, but Roman had not been observed by so many. It was all-consuming.

The man in the leather mask was at the front, leaning against the stone archway, slowly stroking his dick. There was something unnerving about the mask. It covered his entire head, and the soft leather moulded to the features of the face. His eyes glinted through two open holes. The zipper across the mouth was undone, exposing his moist lips and bared teeth. Roman saw nothing mysterious or erotic about the hidden identity. It was frightening, like a killer in a slasher movie. He turned away, looking at the excitement he’d caused for the other, wanking men.

Mallon’s cock pressed against his hole. This was it. Roman dropped to his elbows and lay his head on his forearms. Mallon pushed the head of his cock inside, then grabbed Roman’s hipsin both hands to drive it all the way. Roman sighed. The fullness of that cock completed him.Mallon is in me. He’s mine.

Sweat poured over Roman’s face as Mallon rode him. It stung his eyes. He licked his lips and tasted it. The men who watched grew more serious in their voyeurism. With their eyes fixed on Roman and Mallon, they tugged their balls and stroked their dicks with increasing force. The slap of Mallon’s hips against his bare, upturned arse added to their groans of pleasure, along with the slick sound of hands upon cocks.

The back and forward friction of Mallon’s dick was sweet bliss. Each deep thrust triggered greater ecstasy. Mallon gripped his hips tighter, and his pace became faster and more erratic. Roman recognised the signs.

Yes. Watch this, you bastards. Watch this man breed me.

Mallon pulled Roman’s arse tight against his hips when he came. His cock pulsed and swelled as he spewed his load inside.

“Fuck, yeah,” somebody called from the crowd.

Then something hot and wet splashed across Roman’s shoulder. He opened his eyes to see that several of the observers had moved closer to the bench. A chunky bear had just shot over him. Another man, right in front, squeezed his balls and tilted his hips to unleash a gushing torrent across Roman’s face. The man in the mask came next, depositing his cum over his back.

It was getting crazy. He hadn’t asked for any of this. At the same time, he didn’t want it to stop.

With his arse still rooted on Mallon’s cock, Roman closed his eyes and let the cum spurt all over him.

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“Did you enjoy that?” Mallon asked.

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