Page 22 of Trick of the Flesh
A wicked smile curls across my face. I lean down, tugging at the collar of his shirt and biting his neck, rough and unrelenting, marking him where no one else will see. He squirms against me, caught between a moan and a cry, and it drives me mad.
“That’s right,” I hiss against his skin, my tongue darting out to soothe the sting. “You’re mine to ruin. Mine to use. Nobody else will ever touch you, Caleb.”
I press my thigh between his legs, grinding up hard enough to make him gasp. He jerks, straining against the rope, and the sound that rips out of him is filthy.
“Miggy,please,” he begs, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. “I’m gonna—oh god—come in my shorts if you keep doing that.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? Usfucking.” I taunt, dragging my mouth back up to his ear. “On those lonely nights in that dorm room of yours, hand between your legs, stroking your cock, wishing it was me touching you instead. Tell me I’m right.”
His breath stutters. “…You’re right.”
“I know,” I murmur, low and cruel. “Now you’re going to prove how much you want it.”
I step back just enough to free one hand, undoing my belt with slow, precise movements. His eyes track every second, wide and dark, his lips parting as though he’s already begging without words.
I grab his hair, tilting his head back. “On your knees,” I command, my voice sharp.
He hesitates only for a heartbeat, then sinks down, bound wrists awkward above him, eyes burning up at me.
Vulnerable.
Submissive.
Only for me.
“Oh my pretty boy,” I sneer softly. “Tied up, on your knees, waiting for me to feed you my cum. Such a pathetic little slut—this is what you were made for, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he whimpers, licking his lips as I tug down my jeans, then I pull down the front of my boxer briefs, just enough to get my dick out. “Oh fuck, Miguel.” His eyes widen at the sight before him.
“Like what you see, baby?” I caress his cheek and tilt his face up to meet my eyes. “Is it the piercings or the size that’s turning you on? Because it’s all for you, pretty boy. All seven piercings and eight inches of this cock are just for you.”
Caleb’s eyes dart from my eyes to my cock and back, almost as if he’s unsure of what to do.
“Miggy… I’ve never?—”
Just as I suspected. My brother’s never explored his bisexuality, even though we both know that’s what he is. He’s probably only ever fucked a pussy, if he’s not a complete virgin.
“Open nice and wide for me and stick that pink tongue out.” And like the good fucking boy he is, Caleb opens his mouth and shows me his tongue. I grip the base of my cock and smack it down, letting the drops of pre-cum spread over it.
Without being told, he closes his lips around me and I have to grab the tree for support. His mouth is heaven—soft, warm, and so fucking wet. Caleb sucks, his head slowly bobbing, and I swear to God I see another plane of existence as he takes me to the back of his throat. “Ohfuuuck,” I moan. “That’s it. Gag on it for me, pretty boy. I wanna see these fucking pretty blue eyes fill with tears while you choke on the first and only cock you’ll ever have.”
I let go of my cock and let him do the work, pulling up myshirt so I have a clear, unobstructed view of his mouth filled with me. The only sound that fills the air is Caleb’s wet slurping and frequent gags as he inches me closer to orgasm. His bound hands search above him for something to hang onto. So, I take them and lay them on my chest, and he hums in approval around me.
Don’t come yet, Miguel.
Even without touching him, I can feel him unraveling. His body bows toward me, instinct surrendering before his pride ever could. Caleb takes me to the back of his throat and I feel him constrict around me. I feel the creeping sensation of release.
Time to stop.
Pulling out of his mouth, he lets out a whine. “Keep your mouth open, pretty boy.”
He moves his hands from my chest, dropping them to his lap—he keeps his head tipped back, mouth open. Probably thinking I’m going to finish myself off in his mouth. I grab his face and spit into his mouth, “Swallow it.”
And he does.
“Please,Miguel. I want to taste you.”
I laugh low, savoring it.“Qué hermoso suplicas por mí, hermanito.”
