Page 16 of Dominion

I’d seen tall men, men who could fold you as a pretzel if they wanted to, but the man who walked into the light was larger than life. His biceps were the size of my head, his shoulders the width of a wardrobe, and he was naked and fully erect.

He fisted his dick, stroking slowly as he approached Dylan who was getting lost in the ecstasy that I once gave him. The man’s face was rugged, his eyes filled with violence when he looked at me and then at the dark-haired guy stroking me.

Heavy footsteps thundered against the floor. I wanted to focus on Dylan. I wanted to tell him to think of me, of Skylar, of everything we were going to do, but my train of thought was lost when a warmth I didn’t expect enveloped my dick, sucking me into sweet oblivion.

“Holy fucking shit!” I yelled and looked down at the man kneeling in front of me, deep throating me. My dick was only at half-mast seconds ago, but as he licked the underside, wherethat thick vein ran, the pressure built in my groin, my balls pulling up and the tingling sensation started gathering at the bottom of my spine.

“Ash!” Dylan screamed, and I averted my gaze to him, breathing heavily, and saw that the giant was now stroking him—fast. Dylan’s eyes were half-lidded, his chest heaving, barely holding himself up.

The torment, the guilt, the pain mixed with the pleasure he was getting… I could see the war waging in his mind, but it was worse if he couldn’t let go.

I nodded once, seeing that he needed to come. He needed the release, no matter how fucked up this was.

His eyes closed. His hips started moving in the rhythm he wanted, and he was close, so fucking close, when both Judah and the giant stepped away, leaving him panting.

“No,” Dylan cried out. “Please.” He begged for release. Begged them to give him what he needed, but Judah only stood there, lazily looking at him, then me.

“There are many ways of punishment.” Judah grinned. “And this one is my favorite.”

Dylan panted, his eyes glassy, but he stopped begging, only looking at me.

My body needed the man between my legs to go faster, to increase his fucking pace, to let me have it, but Dylan wasn’t the only one they were going to torture now.

“Again,” Judah said and kneeled again behind Dylan. “Look at him, Asher. Look how beautiful he is like this. Look how painful this is going to be. Edging can be fun, but it can also be the most painful experience he ever has.”

“Please,” Dylan cried out again as the giant stroked his dick painfully slowly.

“Do you need to come, son?” Judah asked, looking over Dylan’s shoulder at me.

“Fuck you,” Dylan spat out and licked his lips. “Fuuuuuuuck!” he howled, and I could see Judah working him up with the toy now.

“Can you feel it, Dylan?” Judah laughed. “That building in your body? That need to just explode?”

“Nooooo.” Dylan shook his head, tears streaming down his face.

“Well, you’re not going to get it.”

The giant squeezed the base of his dick, keeping his hips in place, while Judah’s arms worked faster.

“Fuck. Please, please, please!”

Judah stood up as well.

The man at my feet moved away and, for the first time since he knelt in front of me, I felt like I could breathe. My orgasm was near yet so far away, and watching the anguish on Dylan’s face made it so much harder to focus on what my body needed.

“No matter how much this disgusts you.” Judah leaned over Dylan, petting his head. “No matter how much you don’t want to come like this, your body needs it. You can’t fight it no matter what.”

“No, Father. Please.” Dylan looked at him tiredly.

“Not yet,” Judah snarled and stepped back. He lazily walked behind Dylan and went at him again with a higher intensity, letting him scream.

I bit down on my lip as the dark-haired man’s tongue circled around the head of my dick, playing with the nerves that screamed to be released. My hips started pushing forward of their own volition, seeking, yearning, needing to reach the point where I could release.

But Dylan—Dylan was completely lost to pleasure. He begged, he cried, he screamed, but Judah kept going on and on and on until the two men could barely hold Dylan up.

The giant stepped away at the same time as Judah, and I could see how revved up Dylan was. As if he’d run a marathon, his breaths were coming out fast, his body shaking, and his hands trying to reach his member to relieve himself.

“Turn on the lights at the bench,” Judah told the giant. Within seconds, the lights shone above the bench in the other corner of the room, where chains similar to the ones I had on me glittered underneath the lights.

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