Page 148 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Mmm, like our very first night?” Cypress reached around to grope Tom’s dick, squeezing him gently. “When you got on your knees to suck me?”

“Yes,” Tom exhaled, his breath catching as Cypress slipped his hand inside his slacks to grab him. He whined and tried to push back, but Cypress wouldn’t let him budge.

“You were such a good boy for me,” Cypress said, giving Tom’s cock a few teasing strokes before reaching down to fondle his balls. “You didn’t even know what you were doing. You just wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Tom breathed out, his head spinning with a fresh wave of lust. “I wanted you so much. I didn’t care how. All I wanted was to be good for you.”

“Mmm, and you are,” Cypress promised. “You’re always so good for me.” He kept Tom firmly in place with his hips as he grabbed his slacks and started pulling them down. “And right now, you’re gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you on this casket.”

“Cypress,” Tom whined, heat crawling over his face and making him gasp. “Someone… someone is gonna hear…”

“Well, then.” Cypress pushed the lid on the head end of the casket up. “Better grab that pillow. Because you’re definitely gonna need it.”

Tom scrambled to push the hinge into a locked position so the lid wouldn’t fall on his head and grabbed the pillow. He wrapped his arms around it, promising, “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

“I don’t know,” Cypress said with a click of his tongue. “You’ve been a little mouthy. You seem more concerned about a casket than doing what you’re told. Plus, taking advantage of me to run little errands for you.”

“No. Never. Sir, I wouldn’t do that.” Tom closed his eyes as Cypress pulled his pants and underwear down around his thighs.

“But those vases weren’t gonna drive themselves over here, were they?” Cypress taunted, his hand smoothing over Tom’s bare ass. “You knew I’d come running, hmm?”

“I needed help, sir,” Tom protested. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you.”

“It’s okay,” Cypress soothed. “You’re gonna make it up to me.”

Tom gasped as Cypress slapped his ass, his back arching as he savored the sting. “Oh, Cypress…”

“That’s one,” Cypress said. “Six more seems fair. One for each vase.” He reared back, spanking Tom again.

Tom gritted his teeth to hold back a moan, leaning on the casket. The next two strikes took his breath away, his knees shaking as his pulse began to pound in his aching cheeks. It hurt like hell, and his cock was miserably hard.

“You’re doing so well,” Cypress praised. “Just a few more, Tom.”

“Y-yes, sir,” Tom whimpered. He cried out when Cypress spanked him again, the slapping sound ringing in his ears. He wondered crazily if anyone at the visitation could hear it, and he smothered a moan in the pillow when Cypress switched to the other cheek.

“Almost there.” Cypress cracked his hand on Tom’s ass, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing. “Just one more, sweet boy.”

Tom lifted his head, panting, “Yes, sir. I can take it. I’ll take it so good.”

“Good boy,” Cypress sighed, spanking Tom so hard that his hips slammed into the casket.

Tom pushed his face down into the pillow, moaning as the burn morphed into a dull throb. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he humped the side of the casket chasing down any relief he could. “Oh, God… oh, Cypress…”

“Look at you,” Cypress whispered, tracing his fingers over the bright red impressions his hands had left behind. “Mmm, beautiful.”

His thoughts floating, Tom lazily stretched his back and pressed into Cypress’s touch. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” He pouted when Cypress pulled away, and he thought he heard a click of a bottle. “Sir?”

“Now,” Cypress said as he spread Tom’s stinging cheeks, “you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock. I’m all lubed up for you, but you gotta open yourself up just on my dick. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Tom replied, grabbing the edge of the casket to brace himself as he started pushing back. He felt Cypress’s cock, hot and slick, and lined him up with his hole.

“There…” Cypress sounded out of breath, his fingers dragging over Tom’s cheeks. “Just like that.”

Tom kept pushing back, groaning as the head of Cypress’s cock slid inside him. He went too fast, and he hissed at the unforgiving stretch. It was bordering on pain, a burn that made him rock back and forth to soothe it away, and he gasped excitedly when he felt his body opening up.

“There you go,” Cypress praised. “Your little ass looks so good giving it up for me, baby.”

Tom bowed his head down, muffling his grunts into the pillow as he fucked himself on Cypress’s cock. He was so close, so very close, his head snapping up with a stuttered groan as he took on the final inch.