His eyes flick upward, meeting mine with a mixture of resentment and undeniable hunger. The sight of his rebellion mixed with submission sends heat coursing through my veins.
“Xavier was right,” I say. “You’ve been fighting this for too long.”
His renewed eagerness surprises me as his tongue finds sensitive spots that I hadn’t expected him to discover so quickly. His cock stands fully erect now, pre-cum glistening at the tip as he serves me with growing confidence.
I tighten my grip on Elliot’s hair, pulling him further onto my cock until I feel the back of his throat. His eyes widen with panic, but I don’t relent. Instead, I thrust forward, watching as he struggles to accommodate me.
“Look at you. Take all of it,” I growl.
He gags around my length, throat constricting deliciously. Tears spring to his eyes, tracking down his flushed cheeks. The sight is intoxicating. I pull back slightly, giving him a moment to gasp for air before pushing back in.
Each time I force my way deeper, his cock twitches between his legs. A steady stream of pre-cum drips onto the floor beneath him. The more I choke him with my cock, the harder he gets. His body is betraying everything his mind has fought against.
“Look at you,” I say, voice ragged with desire. “Your cock is fucking weeping for this.”
I establish a brutal rhythm, fucking his face without mercy. His throat convulses around me, the wet, choking sounds filling the room.
Elliot’s hands grasp at my thighs, not pushing away but pulling me closer, his fingernails digging into my skin. I hadn’t expected him to surrender so quickly, to crave the abuse.
“I can’t wait to bend you over and fuck that virgin ass,” I tell him, watching his cock jerk in response. “I bet you’re tight as fuck, aren’t you? Been saving that hole all these years.”
His moan undoes me. I’ve had countless women on their knees before me, but none of them compare to Elliot. The desperation in his eyes, the pure submission—it’s fucking glorious
“Not a single woman has ever taken my cock this well,” I admit, surprised by my own honesty.
Xavier’s voice cuts through my haze of pleasure as he directs his girl to look at us. “Look at that,” Xavier says. “Elliot’s sucking Julian’s dick like such a good boy. Just like you’re sucking mine like such a good girl.”
Elliot moans around my cock, leaking even more precum onto the floor.
“See how well he takes it?” Xavier states, thrusting into Mira’s throat roughly. “How he stopped fighting and started obeying? That’s what good boys and girls do. They submit.”
I meet Xavier’s gaze. “He’s better at this than I expected,” I admit.
Elliot moans, and the pretty slut Xavier’s throat fucking moans too; she likes seeing us together, which only adds to my desire.
I tighten my grip on Elliot’s hair, my fingers digging into his scalp as I force him further onto my cock. Tears spring to his eyes, tracking down his flushed cheeks, but there’s something in his expression that surprises me—eagerness.
Where I expected resistance, I find surrender. Where I anticipated shame, I discovered hunger.
“Fuck,” I hiss through gritted teeth. “Look at you.”
His eyes meet mine, glassy with tears yet burning with desire. The sight of him—this successful man on his knees, throat stretched around my cock, tears streaming down his face—sends waves of pleasure coursing through me that I can barely contain.
When I ease back, giving him space to breathe, he chases after me, desperate to maintain contact. I hadn’t expectedthis. I’d anticipated breaking through his walls, forcing him to acknowledge his desire for cock, but this eagerness and unfiltered need is something else entirely.
“You’re such an eager cock slut,” I growl, the words making his cock twitch visibly. “You’ve been craving this for years, haven’t you?”
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Not by the most beautiful women who’ve graced my bed, not by the most skilled men who’ve pleasured me in dark corners of exclusive clubs. There’s something about Elliot specifically—his transformation happening right before my eyes—that makes this more intoxicating than any sexual encounter I’ve ever had.
My movements become erratic as Elliot pulls back slightly to lick around my head and then dives back to taking me right down his perfect throat. And I can’t hold back, feeling a tingle in my spine as my balls draw up.
“Swallow,” I demand. “All of it.”
I feel my release hit with a force that surprises even me, pulsing down Elliot’s throat. His eyes widen at the volume, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he swallows. Every. Fucking. Drop. His throat works around me, milking me dry with an enthusiasm that belies all his previous protests.
Christ, he’s beautiful like this.
When I finally pull back, I notice Elliot’s cock is still rock hard, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum onto the floor. I’m genuinely impressed he hasn’t come just from sucking me off.