Page 37 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Answer the fucking question, Ty. You gonna be the hero? Rat out the family that have welcomed you?”

“N...No. I’m not going to say anything. I promise.”

“Good. Life is gonna be so good for you, Ty. Here, with me. Nothing getting in the way. You will have the world if you just let go of the idea of right and wrong.”

“Okay,” I whisper. What am I saying? A spell has been cast on me, believing everything he says.

“You belong here, Ty. With me. It's always been your fate,” he whispers, and I shudder at his words.

“On your knees,” he says, and I momentarily freeze.

“I want you to suck my cock, Ty. An apology for thinking even for a second of leaving and colluding with those dirty rats.”

“You really are crazy aren’t you?”

“I told you I was, and don’t pretend you don’t like it.”

“How do you know I like it? You keep talking like you’re in my head and know what I’m thinking.”

“Because a normal person with morals would've walked away from this job on the first day. A normal person would not put themselves in danger for a job. They would leave. You could have left, but you didn’t. Do you know why?”

“Why?” I ask so softly, I’m unsure if the words came out. I’m so lightheaded, like he has put me in a trance, feeling unbalanced.

“Because you’re drawn to it. The dark. The danger. You want to play with fire to see if it burns you. It excites you. Just let go, Ty.”

Oh my god. Is he right? How did any of that make sense? What the hell is happening to my brain right now? Where is sensible Tyler? The logical guy who sees everything in black and white.

“Knees, sweetheart.”

“What if someone comes in?”

“Then they can either watch or leave.”

I drop to my knees dressed in my expensive suit in this sweaty gym, and pull down Ivan’s shorts where his throbbing and eager cock awaits me. I can’t lie. I’m dying for a taste of my first dick.

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IVAN

Rage and want are the two dominant feelings running in my blood right now. Rage at that fucker, not only stalking my man after I’d warned him, but trying to poison him against me. Against my family. We need to destroy him, but it’ll have to wait because the want part of me is taking over as I stare down at those wide blue eyes, so full of wonder and questions. He tentatively grabs my cock and I realize this must be his first blow job. I grab his hair with one hand and hold my cock over his hand with the other, and guide the tip to his mouth.

“Open and suck. I want you sucking me until I fill your belly with my cum.”

Tyler closes his eyes and the kinky fucker takes a deep inhale. Smelling me. Christ, I won’t last long. He opens his mouth and flicks the end of my dick with his silky tongue, tongue fucking my slit, causing a long moan of frustration to leave me. He mewls in response and starts to suck the tip of my dick like an ice cream, sucking and licking, taking me into his mouth deeper with each turn. The slurping and gagging sounds become too much as my balls start to tingle, the impending orgasm rearing its head.

“That’s it sweetheart. Suck my dick like you need it. Show me who you belong to. Make me cum in that hot throat of yours.”

He moans louder at my words as he picks up the pace. I thrust into his mouth, joining in on the glorious pleasure he is giving me. His pure eagerness hides any inexperience, as this is the best blow job I’ve ever had.

I’m surprised when I feel his hand grab my balls and squeeze. Fuck yeah. So fucking good.

“Squeeze them harder, Ty. Make me cum. Now.”

He squeezes again and the jolt of pain finds its way to my dick, forcing me to explode in his mouth with an intensity I’ve never felt before. He lets go of my cock and sits back on his knees, looking up at me. His mouth is wet from saliva and cum, his forehead slightly sweaty, his panting has him looking completely doped. I look down at his pants to see the outline of his hard dick. The temptation to reciprocate is there, but I won’t. He needs to feel deprived of my touch, to be longing to come back to me. I will have him so desperate for me on the daily that he will become anxious at not being by my side.

“Give me a kiss,” I say. My voice husky from drowning in sex.

Tyler jumps to his feet and wraps his arms around my neck, which actually feels quite nice. He meets my mouth in a sensual kiss where we share the remnants of my cum, our tongues dueling for more of the taste. It's a deep and slow kiss which is unlike anything I’ve ever done.

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