Page 79 of Obey

He grunts, but he doesn’t give me an idea of whether he’d be into that or not. Masochist or not, cock and ball torture is next level, and that’s probably something I should talk to him about instead of just inflicting on him.

This time.

I push his thighs up so he’s practically bent in half, and he’s like a ragdoll as he lets me position him where I want him.

He’s mumbling something I can’t make out, and I pause to give him a second to try to say it again, but he doesn’t—and I don’t want to stop this to find out.

“Legs stay right there,” I order before I reluctantly let go. I have to roll the condom on, no matter how much I don’t want to. The lube is a necessity too, because I know we’d both regret not using it.

“Please,” Maddox begs, but I don’t know what exactly he’s begging for. I smile at him anyway and stroke the inside of his thigh.

Maddox groans, but he doesn’t move, so I grab the lube and drip it onto his hole. I use the remainder of the bottle on my cock. I coat my entire cock with it, and I know this would feel so much better without that thin layer of latex over it.

“Maybe I should spend some time stretching you out.” I take my lubed up fingers and gently stroke the sensitive rim of his hole.

“Ungh,” he manages, shaking his head. “No.” The word seems like it takes everything he has to get out. “Just… Just fuck me, you asshole.”

I chuckle, but I’m not in the mood to hold back either. I rub my cock over his hole a few times, then slide the head in.

Maddox groans loudly, and I can feel how his body relaxes for me.

I pull my cock out again. “Just the tip, right? You can’t handle anything bigger than that?”

Another whine, and he tries to pull free of the belt keeping his hands above his head. “All of it,” he croaks out, licking his lips. “All of you. Please, Nayeem, please.”

I’m surprised he can even think enough to use my name or anything even close to resembling complete sentences.

I’ll just have to fix that.

I grab his thighs again, and this time I plunge in—no preamble, no adjustment time. He’s so fucking hot and tight, but his body yields to me as easily as it always had, drawing my cock in.

I have to stop once I’m fully seated just so I don’t come instantly.

He writhes and squirms beneath me, fingers balled up into fists. Little beads of sweat have formed on his face, and he tries to thrust up against me. I hold him down, though, not letting him.

I know from experience that he can come without being touched, and I fully plan to torture him that way. At least, for a few minutes. I don’t think I can handle dragging this out, not with the sweat and the scents of action and violence stirring up my more primal side.

I start to fuck him in earnest, unable to keep myself from it any longer, and he groans. He’s taken the hint, though; he lets me take the lead, relaxing and clenching around my cock in equal measure.

“You’re so fucking filthy, Mads,” I say as I pound into him. “Look at you, just taking it for me. Your only thought is getting fucked through the bed by me.”

He gasps out his agreement, for all that any words are a slurred mess of syllables. This time, when he tries to thrust up against me, I let him. It makes it hard to hold back, but I manage, for all that it’s increasingly difficult not to just blow.

Even though I know he could come without it, I reach down and grasp his cock, squeezing it hard before giving it a few quick jerks.

That’s all it takes for him to come, and he spills all over my hand as nonsensical sounds make their way past his lips.

“Come,” he pleads, throwing his head back.

I wish I could fill him up properly, to let him feel the heat of my cum in his ass.

Soon. One day very, very soon, I will take him bare and let him feel every bit of it.

For now, though, I fill the condom instead, groaning loudly as my own orgasm makes my entire body shudder with pleasure.

I collapse on top of him, catching myself just in time to not completely crush him. Maddox trembles and turns his head, seeking another kiss, and I give it to him. I grab his chin to kiss him properly. The kisses last long after our erections have subsided and our breathing has calmed.

I slide off him and reach for the condom to dispose of it. While I’m up, I grab tissues too, although I don’t think those will help much.

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