Page 298 of Sticks and Stones
He left them bruised and swollen, as he used them to control the man. Gene forced him to repeatedly shatter apart, spraying cum everywhere.
His back.
The bed.
Hell!
The floor.
Ethan kept cumming, and because Gene couldn’t get enough, thanks to the drugs now in his system, he didn’t even try to stop it.
No.
He rode that desire out.
With Ethan trapped, his body was bucking, and his moans of pleasure, urged Gene on.
He left hickies all over his flesh, some on tattoos, and the rest where they could be seen. With one hand, he held him down, and with the other he brutalized his dick, pumping away as he fucked his ass.
The man below him was lost in the pleasure.
“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Fill me with your cum!” he screamed, as his body erupted, and Gene kept going, mercilessly fucking him.
Abusing him.
Taking him.
When he pinned him down, he bit him on the neck, to keep the drugged-up man submitting to him.
“Please,” he whispered, staring into Gene’s eyes. “Don’t stop. I need all of you,” he said.
So, Gene gave it to him.
He waited for Ethan to cum again, and for him to explode once more in his ass, then, he pulled out, flipped him over, and took him from behind.
God.
How he’d always wanted to do this to him. Gene always wanted to bend him over, and drive balls deep into Ethan’s perfect ass.
HIS OWNED ASS.
“MINE,”he muttered, as he watched his purple-tinged dick slip into his mate, and his body accepting him.
He roared.
There wasn’t a submissive side of him to be found—only, the dominant one. Maybe it was the drug, or the fact that Ethan went bottom, but this Gene wasn’t taking no for an answer.
As he fucked him, the man was breathing heavily, urging him on.
“Take me!” he begged. “Oh, God! Take me! Fill me with your cum!”
And he did.
Gene erupted again, and there was so much cum in Ethan, it oozed out around his dick.
But still, he wasn’t finished.
There was no way he could pull out and run to give the man space. There was no way he could stop.
