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Story: Master of Pain

Ethan whimpers, and I look up to see the sheets balled into his fists and his face all red and sweaty, his mouth hanging open.

“P-Please…please don’t stop.”

I growl as I tilt my head down and bite his ass cheek hard. He yelps but pushes his ass against me harder. I let go and see the imprint of my teeth there, and I lick it a couple times.

“You’re a slutty fucking angel, aren’t you?” I whisper just loud enough for him to hear me. “You want my tongue in your ass?”

He moans, pressing his face against the bed.

“Fucking say it,” I growl louder, and smack his ass before pinning him down again.

“Ah! Yes! I-I’m your fucking slut, eat m-my fucking ass!” Ethan barely gets the words out, but it’s all I need to hear.

I plunge my tongue back inside of him, fucking his ass with my tongue and sliding one of my hands down to fondle his balls and the base of his cock against the pillow.

My own dick is dripping precum underneath me, and I rock my hips against the bed out of habit, desperate for some friction even while my focus is on him.

I play with that sensitive flesh inside of his ass with my tongue, licking with the tip, pushing and prodding, circling.

My spit drips down my chin, and the dirty wet sounds of my sucking and licking are almost louder than Ethan’s pathetically sexy moans.

I feel his heartbeat quicken, and I know he’s close.

So I rub and squeeze at the underside of his balls and taint with my thumb just a bit harder.

My tongue-fucking gets even more sloppy and intense the closer he gets, and I find myself in a frenzy to get him off.

Suddenly, his hole quivers hard against my tongue and his whole body tenses. Ethan’s thighs squeeze together, his hips jerk, and he shivers hard underneath me. I hear him crying in pleasure into my bed and one of his hands.

I want to curse him out for covering his mouth, but I’m too lost in feeling the wave of his orgasm underneath me.

After a minute, Ethan’s body relaxes. I hear him panting for breath.

I slip my tongue out of his ass but lick his hole a few times before leaning up.

“Oh, Dante,” Ethan mumbles out with a soft little moan.

I lie down on top of him, over his back, with my hard, dripping cock against the back of his thighs.

“I fucking need you…fuck, Ethan…” I groan into the back of his neck.

My hips twitch as my dick rubs against his skin.

“T-Thighs…fuck…my thighs,” he whispers, and seems to use what strength he has left to press his ass and thighs up against me.

A shiver runs hard down my entire body. “What a good puppy,” I croon. “You want me to use your body?”

Ethan moans again, his face smooshed sideways against the bed. “Please…use me.”

I slide my hand underneath his hip, rubbing his soft dick, which is trapped between himself and the pillow, and feeling the wet cum there. I wipe some of it up and bring it out, sliding that same hand underneath my own hips and shoving my fingers between his thighs, thrusting my fingers a few times.

Ethan gasps softly, his body sensitive. I can feel the goosebumps on his sweat-dampened skin.

I can’t wait anymore. I lift my hips up and slide my throbbing cock between his thighs, just below his ass cheeks, and start to fuck them.

I thrust my hips hard and fast, gasping as Ethan’s thigh muscles tense and relax around my dick.

“Ah, fuck baby…what a good boy. What a good puppy…” I ramble between moans and grunts.