Page 34 of The Secret Shape of Worship
Mina pushed his cock into Devon’s open mouth and quickly hit the back of his throat again. Only half of his cock was filling the boy’s mouth. Mina thought he could do better. He secured both hands on the back of Devon’s head and pushed. A stifled gag tightened around the head of his cock.
“Relax,” Mina said. “Open.” He pushed again, and this time felt the thick head push past the back of Devon’s throat and down the length of it. Devon’s eyes watered as a deep moan vibrated in his throat. Soon, all ten inches of Mina’s divinely engorged cock was filling and stretching the soft tissue of Devon’s virgin throat.
Devon’s hands came up, pushing against Mina’s hips for relief. A breath.
Mina pulled himself out, and a strangled cough wracked through Devon’s body as he fell to his hands. Thick ropes of saliva ran to the floor as Devon righted himself. His chin and chest slick and glistening.
“God…”
“Not technically, but I’ll take it,” Mina smirked.
“Mina…” Devon could barely speak.
“Yes?”
“Please.” His chest heaved. “Please do that again.”
As Mina stepped forward, Devon’s arms came out ready to grab his hips and pull him toward his face. Mina grabbed the base of himself as Devon opened his hungry mouth and cupped Mina’s ass. Mina slid across Devon’s slick tongue and pushed down his throat, thrusting as far as he could, his balls pressing against Devon’s chin. When he felt Devon start to choke, he pulled out but only halfway, immediately slamming himself back into Devon’s mouth. Again and again, Mina pulled nearly fully out only to thrust back in. Stifled choking sounds bubbled up from Devon’s throat, but Mina didn’t stop. Didn’t slow down. Rivers of saliva bubbled out from the corners of Devon’s mouth, but still he grabbed Mina’s hips and pulled gluttonously against his mouth. Mina felt the first tingle of orgasm deep in his groin and threw his head back.
“Fuck, Devon. I’m getting close.”
Devon threw his eyes up at Mina, pleading, too filled with cock to say what he wanted to say. Too embarrassed to even think it.
Please.
But Mina wasn’t going to let him off that easily.Say it.He pulled out.
“You know what I want.” Devon’s voice was deep and throaty.
“I want you to say it.”
Devon looked away.
“Say it.” Mina’s strong voice echoed through the room.
“I want…” Devon pleaded.
Mina filled his mouth with saliva and spat it across Devon’s wrecked face.
“You want to be a ruin.”
“Yes.”
“Unmade.”
“Yes.”
“You’re tired of propping up this bullshit disguise of perfection.”
A sob wracked the boy’s body, “Yes.”
“And so what do you want me to do to you?”
“Ruin me.”
“How?”
“Fuck my throat and make me swallow all you have to give.”
