Page 53 of The Chameleon

Ares froze for a second, not expecting to be met with such… generosity.

Working up a nice lather, Matteo began stroking Ares’s cock from base to tip.

Matteo’s aqua-blue eyes locked onto Ares’s as his hand began to work over Ares’s shaft.

“Want to make sure you get all those hard-to-reach places.” Matteo slid his hand under the back of Ares’s balls and massaged the left testicle before turning his attention to the right one.

Surprised by this sudden turn of events, Ares gave a cocky smirk before tilting his head back so that the water ran gently down his hair.

“Hmm, you like that, big man? Having your cock played with while you hog all the hot water?”

That last part didn’t sound very… nice.

Pain shot through Ares’s balls and up through his pelvis.

“Fuck!” Ares cried out in pain as Matteo squeezed his balls with all his might.

“Hold still, I missed a spot,” Matteo advised in a calm and relaxed voice.

Pain continued to rip through Ares’s body before it was suddenly accompanied by a much more favorable sensation. A much morepleasurableone.

Between his legs, long, tight strokes worked up and down his solid shaft, sending bouts of pleasure rushing through his body. That, of course, was countered by the never-ending pain of having his balls squeezed.

It was both pleasure and pain. So fucking wicked. So… Matteo.

Moaning, Ares fought through the pain. He liked having the Italian’s hands on him too much to ask him to stop… or at least release his balls from his deathlike grip.

“Who does this big dick belong to?” a deep, raspy voice whispered into Ares’s ear.

Fuck.

Through all the pleasure and pain, Ares failed to notice Matteo shifting closer to him in the shower. Their bodies were almost touching.

“You. Always you,” Ares whispered, eyes shut tight as he rode out the intense pleasure coursing through his balls.

“You like that?” Satan’s voice whispered, taunting him. Knowing that they both liked a little pain with their pleasure.

Matteo’s hand squeezed tighter, working Ares’s dick like the pro that he was.

“Matté,fuck, that’s so good,” Ares whimpered. He was suddenly putty in the man’s hands. Anything Matteo wanted was his.

“Not so fast,” a guttural voice whispered. “On your knees.”

Ares’s eyes shot open as Matteo spun them around once again. This time it was Matteo standing under the warm water, as Ares sunk to his knees.

Hanging there before him, in all of its hefty glory, was the sexiest cock Ares had ever had the pleasure of servicing.

Pulling the foreskin back, Ares’s licked the head of Matteo’s cock, teasing him, enjoying every salty taste of precum that leaked from the man’s dick.

Delicious.

Every part of Matteo was perfect. From the neatly trimmed hair around his balls to the way Matteo’s ass cheek felt in Ares’s hand as he steadied himself in the shower.

Gripping the base with his right hand, Ares swallowed Matteo’s length without warning. If there was one talent that Ares prided himself on, it was his ability to deep-throat a massive cock.

He wasn’t sure if it was his eagerness or perhaps some secret biological mutation, but Ares had the ability to open his throat and accept every last inch of Matteo’s throbbing piece of meat. No gag. No resistance. Just open space and pleasure.

Water dripped into Ares’s eyes, but he refused to shut them. Seeing Matteo laid out like this was a sight that should be admired and cherished always.

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