“Don’t move,” I whisper into his ear again.
I slip my fingers out from between his lips and he whimpers. Jesus, a mafioso on his knees fucking whining for my cock, this must be some kind of fever dream. If it is, I hope I don’t wake up until I’ve finished having my fun with him. His saliva drips off the leather, and I reach down to wipe it across the bare skin of his chest before I stand up.
I could make a run for it now. It would take him at least a minute to come out of the submissive haze he’s already sinking into, and I could be halfway down the fire escape by then. But where would the fun be in that? I put the safety on and slip hispistol into my backpack. I can sell that for a decent amount, if nothing else. Then I grab the length of rope. I wasn’t planning to use it for bondage tonight, but it’ll definitely do.
I palm my cock through my jeans, squeezing my hard, throbbing length as I step behind him and admire the view again for just a second. His dark hair is tousled, and from this angle I can see that his ass fills out the back of those briefs just as nicely as his cock does in the front. It’s almost a shame I can only play with him once.
“Hands behind your back,” I command. Again, he doesn’t hesitate. Beautiful. Absolute perfection.
“There’s a good slut,” I murmur, and he quakes with the praise.
I stoop down and tie the rope around his hands, tight enough that he won’t break free right away, but not so tight that he’ll be stuck like this waiting for his maid to show up tomorrow. I run my leather-clad fingers up his spine, up the back of his neck, and into his hair. I grab a fistful and tilt his head back, nipping at his earlobe roughly. He gasps, and my cock jerks with excitement.
“Your mouth is going to be too full for a safeword, so just snap if you want me to stop.”
He tries to nod, then realizes he can’t move his head.
“Yes…” he rasps, “Sir.”
A grin stretches across my lips. “I knew you’d figure out something appropriate to call me.”
I straighten up again and release my grip on his hair, reaching for my zipper as I move to stand in front of him. I kick the chair out of the way and look down at the stunning sight of him with his hands bound and his lips already parted, so fucking hungry for my cock he can barely stand the wait.
I reach inside my jeans and tug my cock free. It’s hard and flushed and fucking throbbing to feel the wet heat of his mouth. I stroke myself once, nice and slow, feeling the buttery soft leatherglide over my shaft. Leather isn’t my personal kink, but I get it. It’s warm and soft as skin, with the added bonus of creating a barrier and a feeling of desperation, of wanting but not having. That perfect ache of unfulfilled desire. I angle the tip of my cock towards his mouth and drag it along his lower lip, leaving a smear of precum glistening there.
“Beg for my cock, slut,” I say gruffly, needing to hear that he wants this, even if I can already see the signs. He’s panting for it, jerking his hips desperately for relief that he’s not going to get from the silky glide of his briefs.
“Please,” he says breathlessly. “Shove your cock in my mouth, Sir. Breed my throat. I fucking need it.” He jerks his hips again and lunges forward.
I catch him by the hair and tug him back to sit on his heels again, a wild feeling of lust coursing through me. He doesn’t just want to suck me off, he’s fucking feral for it, like he’ll die if he can’t taste my cum. Heat pulses in my gut, and I force the tip of my cock between his lips. We both moan, and I watch the way his eyes roll back again. The frantic energy that was filling him a second ago is suddenly gone, replaced by utter, blissful calm. He stops thrusting and panting and struggling against the grip of my fingers in his hair and goes still. He moans again, the sound vibrating all the way down my shaft to settle in my heavy, aching balls as his jaw goes slack and his eyelids flutter closed.
“You really are a cock slut, aren’t you?” I grunt, thrusting deep into his mouth until my cockhead hits the fleshy back of his throat. He swallows, his muscles tightening around me, and takes me in deeper. My cock jerks from the blissful heat and the greedy suction of his lips, his tongue stroking along the underside of my shaft, tracing the shape of my throbbing veins one by one.
He hums in agreement and the sound vibrates through my length again.
“You could have just asked for my cock instead of putting a gun to my head,” I tease through gritted teeth, pulling out just to feel the tug of his lips along my shaft before thrusting back in again.
I can already tell I’m going to spend a lifetime jerking off to this exact moment, so I take my time memorizing every detail of the way his lips look wrapped around me, the glisten of his saliva on my length every time I pull out, and the hungry sound he makes each time I fill his throat again. His dark nipples are stiff, and I can see the clear, sticky precum oozing from his slit, smearing across his skin where his cockhead is peeking above the waistband of his briefs now. It might be nice to have a name to go with the memory, considering I already have so many nameless faces in my head. But it doesn’t seem fair to ask when I won’t… and can’t… tell him mine.
I’m tired of thinking so much though, so I let all of that go for now and focus on feeling. Feeling the silky slide of his tongue, the pressure of his lips and throat, and the warmth in my gut that reminds me that I’m able to feel something other than darkness and rage for a few minutes at a time.
ALESSIO
How I ended up on my knees with this unnamed man fucking my throat isn’t entirely clear to me, but I’m not mad about it. Lapping at the salty drip of precum oozing from his slit every time he pulls out and moaning around the stiff length of his cock each time he thrusts back in is infinitely better than what I was doing before he broke in. A guy can only spend so many nights jerking off and scrolling true crime subreddits before it’s just pathetic.
He grunts and tightens his grip on my hair. The sharp sting of the tug sends pleasure racing down my spine. My cock spasms in a desperate bid for friction, relief, anything. But with my hands tied behind my back, I can’t worry about getting myself off, and that’s exactly the kind of relief I need right now. I can’t worry aboutanythingother than opening my mouth and letting this gorgeous tattooed man with the deep voice and ice-cold eyes use me any way he wants.
I don’t deserve any kind of heaven, but damn if this doesn’t feel like one anyway.
He thrusts faster, grunting and growling with pleasure every time his cock breaches the tight muscles at the back of my throat, and I have to swallow around him to take him deeper. I gag this time, my throat squeezing around him involuntarily, my stomach tightening and my cock jerking wildly again as my whole body clenches. He moans and bucks his hips.
“There’s a good slut,” he groans. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Choking on my cock like it’s the only thing you’re good for.”
I would nod if I could, but I can’t, so I moan instead before he shoves himself deep again, cutting off the sound. Drool dribbles from the corners of my lips and tears leak from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks as I drag in a quick breath when he pulls out and then fills my throat again. Life would be so much simpler if this really was the only thing I was good for. No interoffice politics that could end with me dead at the bottom of a ravine, no quotas or rival mobs or any of the other bullshit. At least for a few minutes I can pretend. I can focus on the ache in my knees and the feeling of the ropes dragging against my wrists, leaving burns on my skin. I can live in a world of his moans and the thrust of his cock between my lips. I can be his slut and notAlessio.
“Fuck, here it comes,” he pants. “Swallow like a good slut.”
I whimper around his cock and pull back just a little, just enough that when he lets out a shout and his cock starts to pulse, I get the first hot, salty shot of his cum right on my tongue. I moan around him and my balls tighten, but there’s not enough friction to get me over the edge, so my cock just twitches helplessly, desperately, while he shoves his cock deep again and breeds my throat just like I begged for.