Page 25 of Brat on the Ball

“Bedroom?” he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and let him lead me to the bedroom. It was the same as the rest of the flat, sparsely decorated, and basic. But all I needed was the big king-sized bed in the middle of the room.

“Strip,” said George. His cock was still hanging out of his trousers, but he made no move to undress.

“And what if I don’t?” I challenged.

“I think you’re too new to all this for punishment,” said George. “So I’m just asking you to do as you’re told.”

And I did. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and then lowered my trousers. George looked over my body like a predator looks at its prey. Finally, I lowered my boxers, and was stood naked in front of him. Mostly, I was embarrassed at how hard the experience had made me.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said. He stepped forward and placed his hands gently on my hips, and I shivered at the touch. One hand skated over my hip-bone to my stomach and then rested just above my cock, before giving it the gentlest of strokes.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said quietly, breath hot on my cheek.

“And if I refuse?” I challenged, though at that moment I wanted nothing more.

“You know the word you need to use.” George pushed me back toward the bed, and my knees buckled as I met the mattress. He pushed my legs upward, and kissed each of my feet before kissing down the back of my legs. First my calf, then my thigh, then he was nuzzling behind my balls before his lips met somewhere that no man had ever touched.

His cool tongue entered me and I moaned at a pitch I had never reached before. His lips were heaven and his tongue was taking me there stroke by stroke. My eyes were closed tight as I let my other senses do all the work.

“Fuck,” I whined. “George.”

The strokes stopped, and he chuckled. “And that’s how you tame a brat.”

“Please don’t stop,” I got out before he was entering me with his tongue again, strokes alternating with flat licks and gentle prods until I was begging for more. His grip on my legs was like iron, holding them high, so he had access to exactly what he wanted.

And then it stopped, and I wanted to cry. My cock was leaking pre-cum onto my stomach and Ineededrelease.

“Please,” I muttered.

“You want me to fuck you?” George asked. One finger roughly pressed against my spit-slicked hole and I pushed against it eagerly. I nodded, words escaping me as he pushed into me. It hurt, but I wanted more. I needed more.

“Hold your legs up,” he said. As soon as I’d done as I was told, George was gone. Seconds later, something cold drizzled over my hole and I finally found the strength to open my eyes. George, still fully clothed with his fly undone, was standing between my legs with a tube of lube. He’d rolled a condom over his hard cock, which looked an intimidating size now that I knew where it was going.

“This is going to hurt,” he said ominously, “but I’m gonna make you forget all that, OK?”

I nodded, and he pushed one finger into me slowly, all the way until I could feel his knuckle brushing up against my taint. He’d relaxed me, so it went in easily, but as he pulled out and then pushed a second finger in, I felt a sting that made me hiss.

“Relax,” he said, pushing his fingers in and out until the pain receded. I could feel the pleasure buzzing at the very edge of things, but I’d gone soft with nerves.

I breathed out slowly and did my best to relax around his fingers. It wasn’t easy, but when he added a third, I didn’t feel the same sting I’d had with the second.

“Fuck me,” I said quietly. It was what I wanted.

“When you’re soft? No.” George played with my soft cock between two fingers as he pushed into me again. “I want to know you’ll come on command when I ask you to.”

“Please,” I begged. I needed it. Needed him.

George leaned down and took my cock in his mouth, pushing his tongue underneath my foreskin and playing with the head. With every deft push in and flick of his tongue, I could feel I was getting harder again. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire as he played with me. Only when I was finally almost at full mast did he straighten up and look me in the eye.

“Are you ready?” he asked. All I could do in response was whine. He notched his cock against me and then slowly pushed his way inside.

Chapter Thirteen - George

I knew I had to be gentle. To make things good for him, to take my time and to ensure he came back. Because God, I wanted him back. So I slowly pushed my way into him, cold lube and the warmth inside him doing funny things to my cock.

He moaned, high and quiet, and I kept my eyes on him. He winced, eyes screwed up against the sting I knew I was causing, but he didn’t once ask me to stop. And those were our rules. So I kept up the slow but relentless push until I was buried to the hilt inside him.

“That’s it, good boy,” I muttered, leaning down to capture his mouth with mine to distract him as I pulled back slightly and then pushed back into him. I bit down gently on his bottom lip and felt him smile against my mouth as things started to feel good for him.

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