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Every time he found himself lost in an easy pace of pleasure, he recalled how many times Colton had brutally fucked his face until he came, never showing sympathy for Isaac’s throat. He decided to do the same, pumping more aggressively, spiteful with a side of hatred which further fueled the throb in his dick.
Colton remained obedient, gagging and gurgling and choking on the few desperate breaths he managed between the drool that spilled down his jaw and pooled over the jock’s bare thighs. The exhausted expression on Colton’s face elicited more delight from Isaac. Every time he wanted to shoot his load, he turned Colton’s head, changing his pace and altering the pleasurable feeling of the tight throat muscles just enough to keep from busting.
Isaac didn’t want to release Colton from his first blowjob so suddenly. He wanted to savor every second, seconds he watched tick by on the superhero clock he had on the wall. The time was hours off, but it counted the minutes all the same.
After nearly fifteen minutes of reaming Colton’s throat, abusing the tight muscles, and gagging the jock again and again, Isaac couldn’t contain it.
“You fucking ready for this?” He bucked erratically, incapable of pushing all the way down Colton’s throat.
Every time he tried, his body twitched, lost in the building spasms of climaxing. Isaac was on the verge of busting. He stifled his own whimpers of excitement as he kept humping Colton’s face.
“Take it,” Isaac hissed as his body convulsed, and he shot a jet of cum in the back of Colton’s throat.
Oh, how he wanted to hold his dick there, keep the head snuggly in the back of Colton’s mouth at the edge of his throat, but more importantly, he wanted Colton to taste him.
“Stick out your tongue,” Isaac demanded as he pulled back his dick, shooting a second and third stream into Colton’s mouth.
The third one hit Colton’s tongue perfectly on the tip, and the jock didn’t move, holding the load right there as Isaac jerked his own cock, tugging on the head to pour out the last white droplets. Pearls splattered on the pool of cum Colton held at the ready.
“Now, swallow.”
Colton obeyed, gulping down the load and looking up at Isaac with his messy, spit-covered jaw.
He looked wrecked, and it was a beautiful sight. Isaac couldn’t resist shoving his semi-erect dick back into Colton’s mouth.
“Suck it dry.” Isaac pushed it back and forth in Colton’s mouth, savoring the jock work on his cock until it went soft,savoring the last little droplets of cum that escaped thanks to Colton’s dedication.
“Goddamn, that was amazing.” Isaac grinned. “Bet your ass is gonna feel a million times better.”
Colton had this frightened bewilderment on his face that fed the beast of Isaac’s depraved desires. He found himself lost to the lustful dominance he held over Colton in the same way he had lost himself to the lust of submission for Colton once upon a time.
Chapter Nine
Colton’sthroat ached. Despite doing his best to stretch his jaw, he couldn’t seem to loosen the tension that pulsed with pain. It was harder than expected, more grueling than he ever realized, and while Isaac had been bigger in size and more brutal in his zealous excitement than Colton, he admittedly knew when it came to head, he enjoyed a sloppy blowjob. He just hadn’t realized until this moment how much effort the other person had to put into it.
Isaac opened his window and sparked a cigarette.
“Um, should you be doing that?”
“No one cares when you’re on the sixth floor.” Isaac took a deep inhale. “Well, no one notices at the very least.”
The most perplexing part of this whole warped arrangement—proposition—was how hard Colton found himself now. Thankfully, Isaac kept his attention mostly fixed on the window, where he exhaled huge drags of smoke. Still, Colton did his best to keep his boner to himself, pressing it between his thighs. It only added to the throb but in a somewhat uncomfortable manner, so Colton hoped now that Isaac was done fucking his face, the erection would fizzle out.
The hard-on itself didn’t surprise Colton, so much so that Isaac elicited it. Yeah, he found Isaac attractive, enjoyed the time they’d spent together, but that had to do with Isaac’s submissive nature. He’d never considered Isaac a very masculine guy, not feminine either, just sort of floating somewhere in between. Not that he did anything to help matters. He could’ve picked a different wardrobe, different style, avoided the nail polish and makeup, and maybe passed as a somewhat real guy. Well, a skinny guy, but still, something better than a goth twink boy.
All the same, Colton couldn’t believe how much power and authority, and conviction spilled from Isaac’s lips as he ordered Colton around, as he rammed his massive cock further and further down his throat. The way he manhandled him, used him, abused him. It made him miserable while also igniting some bizarre spark inside him. A craving for dominance he didn’t believe existed.
Colton had always wanted to suck a dick. It was a curiosity he’d had since high school but one he created very clear measures and requirements about. He wanted someone stronger than him, someone on the cusp of queerness like him—no straight guys. There’d been a few last year, jerks like Leon who’d offered to shove their dicks down Colton’s throat since he was a loud and proud flamer. Colton knew he’d never submit to someone like that, never allow someone to use his throat likesome type of fleshlight, yet here he was, allowing Isaac to break him in for his own satisfaction.
Isaac didn’t fit the cock sucking requirements. Not masculine enough. Too queer. He clearly hated Colton, same as the homophobes on his team who still hassled him about his bisexuality. Even so, there was something so primal about the way Isaac took hold of Colton, the way he forced Colton further down on his dick, the way he didn’t relent.
Had he been like that in high school? Colton figured he got a little aggressive here or there, but not the same. Colton had face fucked people before but nothing to that degree. He never made someone continuously choke on their own spit, gag nonstop without a break, take it all the way to the base and hold there. And the slaps. Fuck, the way Isaac smacked Colton and demanded he hold his position. The whole thing fucked with Colton’s mind.
“You look fucking wrecked,” Isaac said, stubbing out his smoke. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Colton softly replied, in part because his throat ached and in part because he found himself quietly humbled.
“Good to know,” Isaac said. “Quick question. Are you clean?”
