Page 28 of Corrupted Torment

Dario:And Rafferty is more trustworthy than most.

My shoulders relax at the sight of the caves. I won’t have to take in much more of this. This constant barrage of competing thoughts all the time is enough to drive me completely insane.

Solomon:He’s going to kill us all.

“Raff is going to get us all killed,” Sol speaks his thoughts at last, but I have to shut him down. I’ve listened to his ranting for miles. I’m not listening to the encore of his mind out loud.

“The deal is done; I’ll talk to the others in the morning. I’m certain they’ll all agree. Now, I’m completely beat and it’s time for bed. Goodnight.” My words are short but final as I walk out from the trees towards the rock formation that holds our cave utopia. I hold back the grin as I hear his unspoken parting shot not meant for my ears.

Solomon:Fucking prick.

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I pull Dario up the couple of steps to our level of the cave and, as always, he stumbles into me. I wrap my arms around him like I did that first night, and I rest my head atop of his.

It feels so good when he holds me like this.

I pull away from him; it’s like I’m taking advantage of him and his thoughts if I continued. Unable to help myself, my smile is wide as he takes my hand to walk. This has always been our way. Part of our natural connection to one another.

I pretend not to hear his thoughts in my head. I can’t let myself listen to things that are not spoken out loud.Not wanting to cross a barrier, I know he would never accept. It only gets worse as I hear his panted groans later that night. Knowing he’s so close, allowing himself the pleasure I can only dream of giving him.

Yes, fuck yes. Huck. Please.

I palm my erection, squeezing it and trying not to moan or move. Not to catch Dario’s attention. Listening to his thoughts, as his pants become little whines of pleasure, makes it difficult to stay impassive. Even this is wrong, but a man can only be good for so long with such a temptation. He thinks I’m asleep. Normally, I’m a deep sleeper, and it makes me question just how often Dario pleasures himself as I lay so close by. Thinking of me.

Shit, I’m coming. Fuck. So good. Huck.

My name in his thoughts as he cries out his release is a heady emotion. I experience a taste of power, despite doing nothing. Slurping noises echo the cave walls, and my eyes go wide. Just moving my eyes, I can just make out Dario licking his fingers clean from the glow of the fire.

Fuck.My dick twitches and I can’t help but wish that was my cum he was sucking from his fingers. The perfect picture of purity tasting his own cum like a cum-guzzling little slut. I’m tempted to ‘wake up’ and watch that sweet blush taint his cheeks. Realising how close he had been to being caught, not knowing the reality of his voyeur.

Of course, that's when he snuggles back down into his sleeping bag. Wriggling down like he always does, his pert arse tauntingly poised in my direction.

Hell, I want him.

I bite my lip. It’s not like I’ve never thought about it. Fuck, it’s been in my dreams for years. Of taking his lush lips with mine. Of threading my thick, aching cock inside his wanting mouth. I want to bend him over, ease inside him nice and slow. Yes, it’s definitely played in my mind. On repeat, as desire and fantasy collide.

The problem is, I’d destroy him.

I don’t just want him to suck my cock. I want to fuck his mouth until he’s gagging on me. I want his tears trailing down his perfect face as he’s unable to breathe. When I pound into his tight little ring, I want to pull on his hair, bite him, spank him in an act of outright dominance.

I need him to be mine.

I need to make him submit.

I need toown himcompletely.

Yet, he is the only thing keeping my heart beating. Does that mean he really owns me?

He’s so soft, sweet, and innocent. I love him. I know I do. He’s my best friend, but he’s so much more to me than that. I know part of him must feel the same way. There’s attraction and fondness. I can’t tell him though. What would I do if he ever found out what went on inside my head, what I wanted from him?

What I need.

If he rejected me. I don’t think I could handle it. I would never fully recover, and it petrifies me.

I would be lost without him.

So, instead of giving in to my forbidden desires, I do nothing, ensuring I won’t jeopardise what we already have.

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