He fucked him.
Will didn’t resist. He didn’t even try to resist. He submitted, because it felt the like the biologically right thing to do, because it was drawn from some part in the very core of him he didn’t even knew he had. A couple times behind bars, bigger men had tried to do this to him. He’d killed them without thinking about it. Had years extended to a sentence that was already life, and spent days in solitary to pay the price.
Will didn’t feel that rage this time. He felt a warmth spreading through him from his core. He felt the influence of the man above him, that easy control and natural dominance which made it all feel like it was supposed to happen. The cock pressing at the entrance of his body was much thicker, and a whole lot harder than he’d anticipated. He did not usually take dick, but with Maddox it was obvious that would be his place.
Maddox’s flesh was surprisingly cool for how hard he was, but maybe that was just a trick of relativity. Maybe his own ass was hotter than he knew. He was fucking burning up, that much was certain. His cock was rock fucking hard too, pressed against the floor uselessly.
He told himself he didn’t have a choice. But he knew he had one. He could be saying no. He could be trying to get out from under Maddox. He wasn’t doing any of that. He was lifting his hips and he was ever so subtly offering himself for what was inevitably going to happen.
“You’re tight,” Maddox observed. “I should probably be careful with you, stretch you slowly with fingers and toys. Is that what you want, pup? You want this soft and gentle?”
Will did not want that. He’d never wanted any of that. When he fucked, he fucked hard. He expected to receive nothing else.
He looked back over his shoulder at Maddox, saw the dark eyes looming over him, boring into him. He felt a bolt of connection, and the smart ass remark he’d planned to say died on his lips. He shook his head in a quick no.
Maddox let his hips drop down just a fraction of an inch, his big hand wrapped around the side of Will’s face supporting his head as he slid inside Will, not because Will was relaxed and made it easy, but because Maddox’s cock, like the rest of him, was an absolutely irresistible force.
Will was lucky he was being careful, showing some small deferential regard for the physical limits of Will’s ass. He was much stronger than Will expected or understood, and he seemed to be taking care while also enforcing his sexual desires at all costs. Will had witnessed rough encounters in prison. It wasn’t often that a dominant top intent on breaking a reluctant bottom took any care at all.
Will’s cock throbbed harder, making him grind against the floor as his new master’s cock pressed inside him, demanded entrance to his body and overcame the resistance of the muscular ring with little difficulty. Lubricant made his passage easy physically, but not mentally. Pinned down beneath his master, Will grunted and growled, felt his pride being torn away from him with every motion of Maddox’s hips.
He’d never bottomed before. This was shameful. Maddox wanted it to be shameful too, he could tell. He wanted this to be an emotional whipping, even as he worked to pleasure his captive boy. Will was starting to understand Mad in ways he wished he didn’t. The hints of darkness he’d sensed from the beginning were unfolding all at once and far too completely for his liking. To make matters worse, his erection still throbbed painfully against the concrete floor, demanding attention it was not going to get.
The strokes got deeper and firmer, harder and longer. Maddox was inhabiting Will, stretching him wide, making him a vessel for his lust. Will closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, tried to relax. He couldn’t. With every thrust, he was being pushed deeper and deeper into his new place, his flesh being shifted and moved to accommodate his master’s cock.
Mad was nuzzling at his neck, his teeth grazing against Will’s sensitive skin. It felt good. Too good. Will did not want to submit to the pleasure any more than he had submitted to the pain, but he had little in the way of choice for either. Maddox owned him in every way possible and was manipulating his senses somehow. Hard thrusts were matched with nuzzles. They were incongruous and ever so slightly an irritant. Will didn’t want romance. He wanted passion. He didn’t want kindness. He wanted to be fucked into oblivion…
“OW!”
He cried out as teeth speared into his neck, deeper than they should have been able to go. Will let out a bark of fear and outrage, the hot rod still buried inside him keeping him in place. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. He was impaled and now he was being bled by the monstrous creature now sucking on his neck.