Page 99 of Dual Destruction

I fucked him and he remained still, his eyes closed and his muscles limp, which simply would not do.

“I want my fuck toy to look at me,” I grunted, collaring one hand around Golden’s throat and taking the chain of the nipple clamps with the other.

He opened his eyes and stared up at me, a little aroused and a little vacant.

Perfect.

I tugged the chain and the corner of his eye twitched, but the only other movement he offered me was the movement I gave him with the strokes of my cock. The sleeve in his ass burned hot now and I was on the edge of my orgasm. But I didn’t want to come until he cried. I wanted to slick my cock with his tears and then use them to shoot my load straight into his stomach. My entire body trembled with need, and I pulled out so I didn’t shoot off early.

Golden’s mouth opened, and that was all I needed.

“You moved,” I growled, climbing over the top of him and slapping him across the face with my cock. I dug my knees into his arms, pushing him against the floor. It had to hurt him. It hurtme. But Golden, in all his perfection, looked up at me with bright eyes, his whole face looking like it had been painted with the intent to arouse.

“Can I now?” he asked, the words sounding like they’d been wrenched out of his mouth.

“If you can.”

I reared up and pushed down at the base of my cock so the head dragged across his lips, then I forced my way into his mouth. The angle made it an easy enough slide, and tears immediately started to leak from the corner of his eyes. I could feel the backs of my thighs abrading against his clamped nipples, and now that he’d been given permission, he moved. He whined and he whimpered, and I reached behind me until I felt the chain.

His eyes widened and I pulled.

Hard.

The textured rubber pads of the clamps tore away from his nipples and Golden arched off the floor, taking me with him. I landed on my back, kicking Golden back onto his. Tears streamed down his face and I used my cock to smear them around until the head of my dick shined from the manifestation of his pain.

“Open your mouth,” I demanded, and he did.

Because he always would.

I buried myself in his mouth, one knee on either side of his head as my cock dragged against the back of his throat. I held him against the floor, rough hands against his forehead, pulling at the skin and holding his eyes open so he could see my face when I came so deep inside of him it went right into his stomach.

He looked like my orgasm was enough to make him come, too, even though he was securely locked into a cage that reduced him to barely more than a nub. I fucked his throat as I came, rutting against him, getting harder and harder with every inhuman grunt and gasp that tumbled out of his mouth. His pain, his desperation, his acquiescence, all of it was like a caress against my cock. And I rewarded him the best way I knew how.

With my cum.

“You,” I managed to say before I emptied into him.

He choked, spit and cum gurgling out of his mouth as I robbed him of the ability to speak, to move, to breathe. Golden had given me almost everything and he let me take whatever was left. His eyes shined from more unshed tears, and I raised off of him, withdrawing from his mouth.

“Breathe,” I commanded, and he did. Sucking in a loud and rattling breath. I moved lower, my hand around his throat as I worked my way down his body. “Keep breathing.”

He did.

Or at least, he tried.

I could feel the way the muscles of his throat worked against my palm as he tried to follow my instructions. I loved the way his chest heaved, the way his nipples had pulled into long and drawn out points of flesh from how I’d abused them.

Even though I’d come, I was still hard. I settled myself between his legs, pulling the sheath out of his ass and replacing it with my cock. I was tender and sore, but no more than he was. I’d given him what he needed, what he’d searched out, and it was time for me to take my own reward.

“Sir.” He tipped his head back and I lowered my face, sinking my teeth into the delicate skin below his ear. I buried myself fully inside of him, the heat of his channel everything I’d ever wanted.

And yet, I wanted more.

I wanted everything.

He was perfect like this—fucking sweaty and used and cum drunk—ready for whatever I came up with next.

Foster Golden was a dream and a nightmare.

He was my rise and my downfall.

He would no doubt be the cause of my destruction, but until then, he was the only thing in my world that mattered.

Foster Golden was the rest of my life.

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