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Rafael

Cody lay face down on my bed. The glowing red hue of his beaten ass was a stark contrast to his creamy white skin. I pumped out a dollop of aloe on my hand, and he wiggled his cute ass in response to the sound, ready for me to give him some aftercare.

Cody’s ass was a delicious shade of red and hot to the touch. I massaged the aloe into his smooth skin, gently kneading it to smooth out some of the broken blood vessels caused by the spanking.

I leaned down and kissed the spot on his back just above the crease of his ass and whispered, “I’m proud of you, Cody. You took it so well.”

He raised his ass in response and a needy moan escaped his mouth. “Rafael, please…”

“Shhh, let me take care of you. Then, I’ll give you what you want.”

Cody trembled as I continued massaging the cool aloe into his battered ass, and he made little mewling sounds when I hit a tender spot.

It wasn’t so much the aftermath of the spanking that turned me on; it was his submission in response. The little sounds he made when I cared for him filled me with an undeniable urge to claim him as mine. I wanted the world to know that Cody Bramble was off-limits unless they wanted to suffer the wrath of a man who’d all but lost the will to live until this blond angel walked into his life.

My goal of destroying Hank had slowly faded into the background, and I was starting to forget about my anger towards him. I didn’t know how long it would last. Each time I thought I’d processed Mattie’s death before, a horrible nightmare would reignite the searing pain that infected every facet of my being, turning me into a jaded, heartless, angry son of a bitch again.

I didn’t even know if I was ever really mad at Hank. I just knew I was so shattered by the way I lost Mattie, so racked with guilt at the fact that I couldn’t hold on, that I had to direct my rage at something. Someone. Somebody had to pay for Mattie’s death.

I shook my head, hoping to free myself from the spiral of thoughts that was pulling me away from the gorgeous boy lying on my bed.

I finished up the aftercare and set the bottle on the nightstand then scraped my fingernails along Cody’s back as I made my way down to his incredible ass.

The globes of his butt lay before me, and I, very gently, spread them apart to reveal his pink, little pucker winking at me. He raised his hips, arching his back. He was offering himself to me. Asking me to lay claim and use his hole for my pleasure.

The desire pumping through my system was so intense that my body started to shake. I took a deep breath to calm myself. No matter how bad I wanted to hold Cody down and pump him full of my load, I needed to prep him. Once I had, he’d be begging for me to use him.

I pressed my face into the crease of his ass and feasted on his beautiful asshole. My tongue traced the outline of his rim before diving in and fucking him. Cody was so open for me. I licked from his balls, along his taint and up the crack of his ass in long, slow strokes. His back arched more and he pushed his ass into my face, searching for my tongue to fuck him again.

My arms wrapped around his legs, and I motioned him to a kneeling position. My mouth went wild, lapping his hole, nipping at the crown of his ass, and licking his balls and taint while I stroked his rock-hard cock.

Cody cried out, “Please, please, Rafael…”

I made my way to the nightstand and retrieved the lube. “What do you want?” I asked.

“You. Please, fuck me.”

A wicked laugh escaped my mouth as I shook my head and said, “That’s not how you ask.”

He looked over his shoulder, and his tongue trailed along the seam of his lips as he held my gaze. “Please fuck me, sir,” he finally begged. “I need you to own me, sir.”

“You want it?” I asked.

His breath hitched, and he placed both hands on the headboard, proving he was mine to take. “I want it, sir. Please.”

“Good boy.”

I made my way onto the bed, admiring Cody’s form as I slicked my cock with the lube.

I squeezed a generous amount on Cody’s hole and massaged the rim with my thumb. I added a little more lube and then slipped a finger in, finding his prostate and making Cody yelp, “Oh, my God. There. Fuck, sir.”

My finger massaged his spot while I slipped in another.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed into his arm.

It was time for a little more praise. “You’re doing so well, angel. I’m so proud of you.” Angel felt more fitting than Golden Boy at the moment. I used Golden Boy in a derogatory manner, and that’s not what I was going for anymore.

Cody cooed at the approval; I could tell he loved the pet name. It was perfect, really. A halo of light followed him no matter where he went; it was only natural to call him an angel.

He pushed back against my hand, begging me to fuck him with my cock. I let him work himself up on my fingers for a bit longer and then slipped them out.

I pumped more lube on my cock and then lined up with Cody’s opening. Once I pushed past the tight ring of muscle, I slowly slid my cock inside him.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

I was so relieved he wasn’t mad at me anymore, because nothing felt as good as this. Cody was my new addiction, and I couldn’t get enough.

Cody

Rafael was so deep in me. I could feel him hitting every spot and filling me in a way that was so much more satisfying than the first time. I was practically begging for his cock by the time he slid it in. My hole was an empty chasm that ached for him to fill.

Once wholly sheathed, he paused for a moment while my hole adjusted to the girth of his length. I could hear him taking deep breaths behind me, and I beamed with pride that I was doing that to him. I didn’t give him a moment to ready himself before I started fucking myself on his cock. I gripped the headboard and slid back and forth on his cock, using it like the little pig I was.

“Jesus fuck, Cody,” he cried out.

I looked over my shoulder and asked, “Does it feel good, sir?”

Rafael’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he nodded.

Good.

His thrusts started meeting mine, and the collision of his length into the second hole of my asshole left me gasping for breath. The smacking sound of his body against my ass made me drool. The room echoed with our fucking and it felt dirty and wrong and amazing all at once.

“Choke me, sir.”

Rafael gasped but didn’t stop pounding into me. “Really?”

“Please, choke me, sir.”

He wrapped his hands around my neck, not enough to completely constrict the air, but enough to make me feel totally powerless. A deep, guttural moan escaped my mouth, and I rasped out, “Harder. Harder, sir.”

Rafael fucked like a machine, pounding me into oblivion until his frantic grunts signaled his impending release. I pushed back even harder, wanting him to come as deep inside me as possible. My hand found my length, and I pumped my cock hard while he wrecked my ass until he finally came. I could feel the warmth of his cum fill me, and that’s all I needed to push me over the edge, shooting thick ropes of cum on the bed.

Rafael collapsed on top of me, his cock still throbbing inside my ass, and wrapped his arms around me. “Fuck, Cody. You’re such a power bottom.”

We rolled onto our side, and I giggled. “Who knew, huh?”

Rafael tugged me closer. “Me. I knew, you little knot of nerves. If anyone needed a cock up their butt, it was definitely you. You’d already had a stick wedged up there for most of your life, it’s only fitting that you can take cock like a pro.”

I barked out a laugh because, as much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I never felt more relaxed than when Rafael was fucking me. I just let go with him, and it felt amazing.

He turned my head to his and kissed me on the lips. “Wanna take another shower? This time with me.”

I nodded, knowing my eyelids fluttered in response to my dreamy thoughts of showering and sleeping with Rafael in the same bed.

“Cool. Get that fat ass up and turn on the shower.”

He slapped it, and I howled in pain. “It needs a break!”

His arms enveloped me as he spoke through heaving gasps of laughter. “Sorry. I forgot. The booty needs a break.”

“It does,” I responded.

Rafael nodded and said, “Duly noted, but just know there will be no breaks tomorrow. I’m going to fill you up with so much cum while our parents are gone that it’ll be dripping out of you for a week after.”

As revolting a statement as that was, I also found it oddly romantic, and I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on.