Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Gunner whimpered, and Caspian didn’t give him any more warnings. He pulled on Gunner’s hair, holding him in place and sawed his cock into Gunner’s mouth, forcing the thick meat down his throat every other thrust. Just like he’d promised.

Gunner was scared at first, despite knowing Caspian wouldn’t hurt his own body, but when Caspian eventually pulled his cock out to let him breathe, the fear transformed into lust so primal he wished Caspian had a twin to fuck Gunner again while he sucked.

Not allowed to touch himself, he was reduced to being a willing tool. A hole Caspian could use for sexual relief however and whenever he wanted. Gunner used to fantasize about his friends getting him drunk and having his way with him, since it had seemed like the only way he’d ever get to experience sex with men, but this was a hundred times better. The humiliation came with a sense of safety, since Caspian didn’t seem like a bad person, and as Gunner got used to the prick pushing into him at the angle Caspian chose, the thrusts became hypnotic. His skin burned. His head was a mess of random thoughts and images, but he floated beyond it all, focused on the strong, steady hands and the dick taking him again.

He’d never produced so much saliva, and each time Caspian pulled out, threads of thick spit stretched between the cock and Gunner’s waiting mouth hole.

Mouth hole.

In this moment, he wished it was his name.

“That’s good. Keep that pretty little mouth open,” Caspian rasped and slid one of his massive hands to Gunner’s throat, making him mewl.

The next few thrusts were brutal, but felt almost necessary. A predator like Caspian couldn’t come without drawing at least a bit of blood, and when he reached his high, the nails digging into the side of Gunner’s neck were the confirmation of his nature as prey.

He swallowed when the first gob of spunk hit the back of his throat, ready to do whatever Caspian required. His head spun. His back was damp with perspiration. He was shaking.

Caspian let out a sequence of low, raspy grunts as his balls emptied down Gunner’s hole, but once he was done, he cupped Gunner’s heated face with both his paws and held it up, with his cock softening on the soft, damp bed of Gunner’s tongue.

“Did you like it, bitch?” he whispered, struggling for breath while Gunner kept his thighs wide open to avoid putting too much pressure on his own dick and coming all over his pants.

He nodded, a shivering mess with his neck still aching where the nails had bit in. This was madness. Pure fucking madness. Yesterday, he’d reluctantly joined in on the taunting at the gym, and now, here they were, with Gunner swallowing Caspian’s cum in apology.

“Thank you,” he slurred around the cock in his mouth. All this time, he’d been hiding the nature of a slut, and he could finally let his freak flag fly.

Caspian’s eyes brightened when he smiled, so very handsome it was making Gunner’s erection painful. “You ever had a man give you a blowjob?”

Gunner shook his head with air caught in his throat. “I’ve never done any of this with a man,” he uttered once Caspian finally removed his cock.

Their eyes met, and the dangerous glint in those brown eyes made Gunner shiver even before Caspian threw him onto the bed as if he were a ragdoll. The crumpled sheets dug into Gunner’s back, but he didn’t dare move when Caspian rolled over him, and licked Gunner from his balls to the tip of his dick.

“Oh God!” Gunner whimpered and bit down on his fist. This man was a beast. He should have been born in Gunner’s body.

Would have made so much better use of it. But as Caspian took in the entire dick with no issue, Gunner questioned how much practice Caspian had at this. How many cocks have already come inside this small, elegant body before Gunner got to live in it?

It turned him on that he didn’t know. As if he’d been used by anonymous men while wearing a blindfold.

It only took several bobs of Caspian’s head and a few licks for Gunner to come with a ferocity that shook his whole body, and he cried out, curling his legs and grabbing at Caspian’s head.

No thoughts existed in his mind for several seconds, only pure fulfillment. He clutched Caspian’s short hair, worried the other man might pull away too soon, but he stayed, caressing Gunner’s cock with his tongue and stroking his bare skin until waves of pleasure left him adrift.

There was a squashed fly on the ceiling above the bed.

But it didn’t matter that the air smelled stale, or that no one had bothered to properly clean the room when Gunner had just had sex with a man for the first time.