Sebastian spent a while preparing himself in the shower, ensuring he was clean for what Shaun told him would be an intense ride. Naturally, Shaun had been there all along, half-sitting on the sink, arms crossed. When Sebastian was clean enough, he approached him to check if everything was nice and clear.
The warm water had dilated Sebastian’s hole, which already felt sensitive and open.
Shaun made him bend over by placing his hand between his shoulder blades. Then, he stuck one spit-slicked finger into him and reached for the prostate. Sebastian couldn’t help but press into the touch, craving for more, eager to prove himself.
“You’re perfect, but you’re gonna have to take a lot more than a finger.” Shaun slid a second finger into him, and this time the ring of Sebastian’s hole stretched uncomfortably. He grunted. “I know, I know. You can take it, I know you can. You have to, Sebastian.”
There was a kiss in the small of his back; the pain was worth it.
“Your hairy hole is so comfortable, I’m gonna feel right at home,” Shaun commented.
“You really like it, sir?”
“I love it, I’m gonna eat you out so good.”
When a third finger was added, Sebastian recoiled but was held firmly in place by the hand grappling his shoulder. Shaun continued to dig into him, unceremoniously preparing Sebastian with faster movements. The fingering was almost unbearable at first, but the young athlete got accustomed to it as time passed. Though some discomfort remained, he was starting to enjoy the sensation. At one point, he started moaning, and his cock was hard again, leaking a healthy amount of precum.
He wrapped his hand around it, but it was slapped away gently.
“No, no,” Shaun crooned. “We’ve given it enough attention for the day.”
“Yes, sir,” Sebastian replied, frustrated.
“Follow.”
They crossed the corridor, and again the door attracted Sebastian’s gaze.
“What’s behind the door?” He asked.
“The door?”
“The one that’s locked, sir.”
Shaun smiled. “You’ll see soon enough.”
It was all he said before he turned back and headed into the bedroom.
The storm was still looming, but the rain had stopped. Thick black clouds rumbled and rolled over the mountains like menacing beasts. Sebastian found it alluring. He had never witnessed the power of nature in such a way before. He hadn’t had the time to; it had always been swallowed by the bustle of the city.
But as he watched, he realized that maybe he had never felt complete because he was in the wrong place.
All his uncertainties were lurking under the surface, but he wondered if he would finally find solace here.
With Shaun.
He snapped out of his reveries, scolding himself for having such naive thoughts.
The wooden floors complained under his bare feet, and the room was colder than it was this morning. Sebastian shivered, hugging his body with his muscular arms.
“I really have to fix the AC,” Shaun said, embracing Sebastian warmly. He held him tight around the waist. “Have you ever been fucked before?”
“No-No, never.”
“It’s going to hurt, but I’ll be careful. I don’t want to tear anything.”
“I’m used to getting tackled and to the pain. I’ll handle you, sir, I’ll grit my teeth if I have to,” Sebastian said, wholeheartedly.
“You’re a tough boy, and you’ll learn to handle pain in an entirely new way while you’re here. But it doesn’t mean I want to damage you. Nobody should ever have to endure that kind of abuse.” Shaun took control, inserting his tongue in Sebastian's mouth. He pulled away, breathless. “I’ll teach you to walk the fine line between pain and pleasure.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Shaun patted him on the head. “Now, all fours on the bed.”
The sheets were messy, so Sebastian pushed them aside to be perfectly balanced. He hadn’t noticed that the bed frame didn’t make a single noise. It was solid, and Sebastian knew it had been made that way for lewd reasons.
He was exposed, asscheeks spread slightly.
Shaun was behind him, and Sebastian turned his head to look at him.
“Stare ahead, boy, and spread your legs more.”
Sebastian obeyed.
Chill air hit his hole until a warm finger pressed against it. It didn’t go in, it massages his entrance, playing with his ass hairs, making circular motions that released all the tension from it. He was still loose, one slip and he would be full again. But Shaun didn’t break in; he continued to massage him and then grabbed his balls.
“They’re hanging low, just as I like them. We will have to do something with them in the future.” He said, and then left them swing free.
Sebastian kept his mouth shut, staring out the window. A few droplets hit the windows, and a few seconds after, it poured so hard the trees had faded in the background. Grey shadows that fought against the wind.
Something wet brushed against his taint. Sebastian understood it was Shaun’s silky tongue. It was heavenly, intimate; it focused on the entrance until it slipped in. His hole opened up naturally, taking in Shaun with ease.
“This is so good,” Sebastian moaned.
Shaun laughed, hot breath blowing some spit. “It does, doesn’t it?”
He went back to it, spreading Sebastian’s cheeks with his thumbs to go deeper. Thoroughly, he licked every inch of the feast offered to him. His satisfied hums were a sweet melody that echoed in the room. Sebastian was in sync with him, louder when he displayed his own pleasure. His chest hit the mattress, and he clutched a pillow, burying his face in it to dampen some of the sound.
“How’s my boy doing?” Shaun asked.
“So fucking good, sir,” Sebastian declared, out of breath. “Please, sir, fuck me. I want you to pound me hard, sir. I can take it, I’ll handle it, sir!”
His own eagerness tugged at his shame, but he pushed it aside. Sebastian wouldn’t allow it to take over and break the moment. His back was arched, his ass up at just the right angle, he hoped.
“How do you want it?”
“I want it rough, sir. I want you to claim me, I want to be yours.”
One swift slap rang on his left cheek, the burn reminiscent of the spanking he had endured.
“That’s my boy, you’re made for this. You’re made to be fucked, aren’t you?”
“Only by you, sir. I don’t want anyone else, I only need your cock.”
Sebastian bit his lips. He couldn’t believe he was being so bold. His body responded as if he knew Shaun entirely. The trust he displayed unnerved him, but he couldn’t help himself. There was something primal about how Shaun had been handling him, but there was also a tenderness he had seldom experienced.
Sebastian had sought such attention through football games, fake girlfriends, and friends who had discarded him the moment they’d learned who he truly was.
But this felt real.
He would enjoy himself; he would use this opportunity as much as he could, even if it didn’t lead anywhere.
He would learn about himself.
Even though he was ready to give himself physically and somewhat mentally, Sebastian promised to guard his feelings. There was no falling in love, no hoping for something deeper than the constant play of control they’d agreed on.
Shaun was alone for a reason, and Sebastian had enough of a good head to understand his chances of changing that were thin.
So he would enjoy the play, right to the end.
He presented his ass without condition.
“Use me, sir,” Sebastian begged. “Make me yours.”
The tip of Shaun’s cock pressed against him, pushing ever so slowly. Then, it breached into him; the head was bigger than the fingers he had swallowed. He squirmed, knuckles white as he gripped the sheets.
“It’s not even half in, boy, get ahold of yourself.”
Sebastian breathed it and breathed out, relaxing his hole willingly to take in Shaun’s rod. It went in deeper, but its girth prevented it from going in fully.
Sebastian suspected his little cry warned Shaun, which prompted him to remain still, waiting for the hole he was claiming to adjust around his manhood.
“You’re doing great, my good boy,” Shaun praised, scouring the body under him with careful hands.
He thrust deeper; this time, his dick edged in more easily. But still, he wasn’t done. Sebastian was breathing hard; he had never taken anything so substantial. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, his ragged breath catching in his throat as Shaun slowly, but surely, thrust deeper and deeper into him.
Sebastian felt every inch, each of them a battle not to pull away.
He didn’t, he wasn’t going to back down.
Then, it came over him, and he pushed into Shaun briskly. He screamed as he hit the hilt, feeling Shaun’s bush tickling his behind.
“Wow, boy! How’re you feeling?” Shaun crashed down on him, his own chest pressed into Sebastian’s back. He was squeezed between the mattress, his head turned toward the bookshelves and the candle.
It hurt; a single tear streamed down his nose.
“I’m alright, sir,” he lied.
“Don’t lie, boy,” Shaun buckled back and thrust back into him to make a point.
Sebastian cried out, feeling precum pool around his cockhead. “It hurts, sir, but I’ll handle it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, yes,” he sniffled. “Please, Shaun, please, fuck me.”
“Okay,” Shaun muttered.
Their hips moved in sync, and Sebastian took Shaun earnestly. He had to force it at first, the urge to escape the cock pinning him down strong. But he didn’t, he wouldn’t fail this time.
Then, Shaun’s thrusting picked up, coating pain with pleasure as time ticked. The cock Sebastian was taking throbbed, his own dick jumping as his prostate was hit repeatedly. The soft fabric of the sheets teased the underside of his cock just enough to bring him to the edge, or maybe it was the beating of his prostate.
Shaun suddenly pulled out and turned Sebastian over on his back. He thrust back in, capturing Sebastian by holding his wrists together over his own chest. His fucking became more erratic, more desperate as he looked down. Sebastian was flushed, his sweat-covered skin glistening even under the gray light filtering through from outside.
“You’re so beautiful like this, taking me in,” Shaun said.
“Pound into me harder,” Sebastian forced out, knowing it would hurt. “I’m yours.”
At that, Shaun slammed into him with force, and their lips crashed together. The wet slapping of their entwined bodies, their respective smell overtaking all their senses. The moment dragged on, and on, and Sebastian took it all in. He ached, he was on the verge of cumming, but he couldn’t. No matter how well Shaun hit his prostate, he was left right at the edge.
His wrists were released, and he tried to jerk his cock again.
“No.”
It was all Shaun said; it was enough for Sebastian to withdraw.
“Good.” Shaun breathed out and kissed him.
The care with which he was getting railed caused his vision to blur. Sebastian felt his mouth being pried open, and then Shaun spat into it before assaulting him with his tongue once more.
Their hips collided together, and Shaun stilled.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he announced.
“Breed me, sir, fill me up with your cum.”
“Once it’s done, you’ll be claimed.”
“Yes, I want that, sir,” Sebastian groaned. “Make me your boy.”
Shaun picked up the place. He wrapped a firm hand over Sebastian’s throat and pounded the living shit out of him. The young jock was bleary-eyed, nipples perked up, his own cock slapping against his belly. His balls bounced; they were tight but massive, weighty. He had been milked, but they were ready to produce another load.
“You try cumming from getting fucked this time,” Shaun said. “If you can’t, then no cumming for you.”
“Okay,” Sebastian answered, his throat captured and tight.
The pounding continued until finally, Shaun released his seed. Sebastian felt it flood his insides, coating the lining of his hole in warm, fertile wads of cum. The load was pushed deeper, breeding him. Shaun’s strong body was pressed against his, possessive, commanding, and loving. His thrusting slowed until he stopped entirely.
But he remained inside Sebastian.
He licked Sebastian’s lips and parted them with his tongue, kissing him tenderly. “I own you.”
The moment he pulled out, Sebastian felt empty. He wanted Shaun back inside him, where he belonged. He watched him tower over him as he lay on his back. He was spent, he was used, he was complete.
Wetness trickled down his hole. He was overflowing with cum, so he clenched his cheeks to prevent more from coming out. Shaun pulled up one of Sebastian’s legs and scooped up the cum before fingering it back in.
“You’re so loose, how you should be. You were amazing,” Shaun slumped next to him, sighing. “How are you feeling?”
“My body hurts, my hole is aching,” Sebastian stared down at his cock. “And I wanna cum again.”
“Not gonna happen today,” Shaun propped himself on one elbow, lying on his side. “I need them to fill up.”
He tugged on his ballsack lightly, and Sebastian winced. He was overstimulated, and a simple touch sent him into overdrive.
“Did you like getting bred?” Shaun asked, edging closer.
His warmth was synonymous with intimacy and passion. Sebastian closed the gap and was the one to kiss him this time.
“I did, I’d have loved to keep you inside of me even longer,” he paused. “I gotta admit it hurts, your cock really punished my hole.”
Shaun chuckled.
“But I want to do it again,” Sebastian went on. “I’m yours to enjoy, and I hope you won’t get tired of me too quickly.”
Sebastian regretted his confession. Now, he sounded pathetic. Why was he so inclined to pour his heart out to a near stranger?
Am I really that miserable? He thought.
He was looking down, lost in the meanders of his own mind. Shaun snapped him back to reality, forcing his chin up with a delicate finger.
“I hope you won’t get tired of me,” Shaun admitted.
They both fell asleep sideways on the bed as lightning thundered and rain battered the windowpanes. Sleepiness washed away uncertainty. A quick trip to the bathroom allowed him to clear his leaky hole. How he wished to have kept the load inside.
Then, Sebastian fell into slumber, feeling protected in the arms of the first man who had bred him.
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