Clover had been hot before, but now his face flooded with pure fire. The cuffs forced him into an embarrassing position—hands close together and one knee far forward, which exposed him more to the man who manhandled him with ease. His mouth still ached from the earlier onslaught, and he hardly knew where the floor and where the ceiling was when Tank rubbed his lube-dripping fingers against Clover’s hole.
Everything was happening too fast, yet Clover’s stupid brain wanted more. He gasped for air, moaned, a mess of awkwardly placed limbs placed where this animal of a man wanted him.
“Love your ass already,” Tank said, and Clover considered it a badge of honor that Tank was also panting from excitement.
Without the means to move into a more convenient position, Clover rested his cheek on the pillow, his neck bent, bare ass in the air, while rough hands kneaded his buttocks as if they were dough. But then, Tank’s weight sank the mattress lower, and when his hand rested on Clover’s nape, breathing became almost impossible. Lust was eating up Clover’s insides, and when the hard, wide cock pushed at his sphincter, a low, prolonged cry left his lips.
“That’s it, boy. Open up for Daddy.”
Clover mewled something he couldn’t decipher when the cock pushed into him, claiming his ass. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, swooped up into the hottest sex he’d ever had. Tears forced their way into his eyes, but all he could do was obediently spread his thighs as much as the jeans at his knees allowed.
He shouldn’t have been liking it so much. He should have been much more in control of what was going on with his own body, but he couldn’t deny how responsive he was to such treatment.
A ‘yes’ from him got swallowed up by a moan, heat travelling from Tank’s hand at his nape, all the way to his cock. He felt so tiny beneath this man, so powerless, and yet so safe if he only proved he was a good boy.
Tank started fucking him in earnest, despite the wide cock still leaving Clover with a bit of discomfort. None of that mattered when Tank pistoned his dick in and out, holding him down with a steel grip. Every time Tank brushed his dick against Clover’s prostate, he forced Clover to cry out, moan and whimper, not caring that everyone could hear him in the quiet house. It was a detail he didn’t care about. He wanted this moment to go on forever so he’d never have to feel the safety blanket of Tank’s presence disappear. His ass burned from the friction, each thrust teasing his pleasure centers until he was completely brainless, a ragdoll for Tank to move around on the bed.
They changed position twice, and each time his cooperation wasn’t even taken into account. Tank simply moved Clover to his side and fucked him hard while droplets of sweat rained on Clover’s body with each harsh thrust. The second time, Tank had him on his back, majestic like a giant taking an offering presented to him in exchange for protection.
When Tank pulled out of Clover once more, it seemed like he wanted to rearrange them again, but then he climbed the bed to kneel over Clover and yanked off the condom, presenting the dark cock that was about to burst.
Clover opened his lips without thinking, ready to suck him again despite his own dick dying for attention, but Tank pumped his cock fast, right in front of Clover’s face. He came with a low grunt, his cum hitting Clover’s cheek, his open lips and even his forehead. Some dripped to his chin and his neck, but all Clover could focus on was the sated expression blooming on Tank’s face as he slid his fingers into Clover’s hair and stroked it.
“That’s a good boy.” And when he took his hand off his cock, he rubbed some cum over Clover’s bottom lip with a grin. His chest rose and fell like gigantic bellows. “So nice and filthy for me.”
Clover was too tired to speak, but when Tank reached into his pocket and revealed handcuff keys, he wanted to beg. Once he was free, he could jerk off and finally complete his pleasure, but Tank pushed away his hand, forcing him to sprawl on his back instead. The momentary dread that he’d be forced to endure this any further was replaced by excitement when Tank’s squeezed Clover’s cock.
Clover whined, trembling all over, his ass raw. “Please, I can’t wait.”
Tank squeezed Clover’s cock at the base. “Clean yourself first,” he ordered, nudging Clover’s chin with his knuckles.
Clover didn’t even think, just reached to his face, gathered some of the cum and licked it off his fingers, purring when its bitterness trickled down his tongue. Tank’s grin meant Clover had done well, and he wanted nothing more than to earn his reward.