The Price of Silence
John stirred awake to the insistent pull on his nipple, David’s lips wrapped tightly around the sensitive bud. A muffled groan escaped his throat, half protest, half reflex, as David’s tongue swirled lazily, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through his body. He tried to push David away, his hands feebly batting at the broad shoulders, but David’s grip on his hip was unyielding. “Shh,” David murmured against his skin, his breath warm and damp. “You know you can’t stop me.”
John’s cheeks flushed with heat, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed in protest. He knew the drill by now, that there was no escape. The room smelled faintly of stale sex and sweat, a reminder of the previous day’s rough encounters. David’s fingers trailed down his stomach, slow and deliberate, before slipping between his thighs. John tensed, his breath hitching as David’s fingertips brushed against his sensitive folds.
“Relax,” David whispered, his voice low and mocking. “You know you want it.” John bit his lip, his body arching slightly despite himself as David’s fingers slid inside him, slow and teasing. He hated how his walls clenched around David’s touch, how his moans echoed in the quiet room. David’s other hand gripped his hip, holding him steady as he thrust his fingers in and out, the rhythm relentless. “That’s it,” David growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Take it.”
John’s eyes squeezed shut, his face burning with shame. David’s thumb pressed against his clit, rubbing in slow circles, and John’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Fuck,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse. “Please stop”, his pride shattering with every word. David smirked, his fingers speeding up, his thumb pressing harder. John’s body convulsed, his orgasm crashing over him in waves. He cried out, his voice raw and broken, as his release soaked David’s hand.
“Good boy,” David said, his tone condescending. John lay there, trembling and spent, his body feeling heavy and used.
David rolled onto his back, his eyes dark with lust. “Get on me,” he ordered, his hand gesturing to his erect cock. John hesitated, his body still sensitive from the previous day’s rough sex. David’s smirk widened as he reached for his bag, pulling out a condom. “Unless you’d rather I go bare?”
John’s stomach churned at the thought, but he knew better than to refuse. He crawled over David, his hands trembling as he tore open the condom packet. The latex felt cold against his fingers as he rolled it down David’s length, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. David’s eyes never left his, his gaze intense and predatory.
“Straddle me,” David commanded, his voice brooking no argument. John obeyed, positioning himself above David, his legs straddling David’s hips. David’s hands gripped his waist, guiding him down onto his cock. John hissed as David’s thickness stretched him, his body still sore from yesterday’s encounters.
“Slowly,” David murmured, his hands tightening on John’s hips. “I want you to feel every inch.” John lowered himself inch by agonizing inch, his breath coming in short gasps. David filled him completely, his cock pressing against places that still ached from the previous day. John’s hands braced against David’s chest, his body trembling as he adjusted to the intrusion.
“Ride me,” David growled, his hands urging John into motion. John obeyed, his hips moving hesitantly at first, then with growing desperation. David’s hands gripped his thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh as he guided John’s movements. “Faster,” David demanded, his voice rough. “I want to hear you.”
John’s moans filled the room, his body moving in a rhythm he couldn’t control. David’d cock thrust up into him, hitting a spot deep inside that made his vision blur. “Fuck,” John panted, his voice hoarse. “I’m—”
John’s breath caught as David’s fingers found his clit, rubbing in quick, relentless circles. His body tensed, his orgasm building with terrifying speed.
“David—” John cried out, his voice breaking. “I can’t—”
“You can,” David snarled, his fingers pressing harder. “Cum for me. Now.” John’s body obeyed, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He screamed, his voice raw and desperate, as his release coated David’s cock. David followed moments later, his hips bucking violently as he thrust deep inside John.
John collapsed onto David’s chest, his body feeling heavy and empty. David’s arms wrapped around him, his grip almost tender, but John knew better than to mistake it for affection. “Good boy,” David murmured, his voice soft. “You did well.”
John closed his eyes, his face burning with shame. He didn’t want David’s praise. He didn’t want any of this. But as long as David held his secret, he had no choice.
Later that afternoon, David fucked him again, this time on the couch, John’s legs draped over David’s shoulders as he thrust into him with ruthless precision. John’s cries echoed through the empty lake house, his body feeling bruised and used. By the time David pulled out, John was trembling, his body slick with sweat and cum.
That night, after a silent dinner, John lay on his stomach on the bed. David knelt behind him, his hands roaming over John’s skin, his touch possessive. John’s breath quickened as David’s fingers teased his entrance, his body tensing in preparation.
He rose from the bed, his movements unsteady, and rummaged through his bag. Frustration etched his face as he came up empty-handed. "We're out of condoms," he said, his voice rough.
David’s eyes narrowed, a calculating glint in their depths. He climbed back into bed, his body pressing against John's. "Then let me fuck you raw," he murmured, his breath hot against John's ear. "Feel me deep inside you, without anything between us."
John's heart hammered against his ribs. "I... I can't," he stammered. "I might get pregnant."
David’s lips curved into a smirk. "Then how about we try something else?" he suggested, his voice low and seductive. "Something that won't get you pregnant."
John's eyes widened as realization dawned. "You... you want to..."
"Yeah," David cut in, his voice firm. "Anal. I'll take it slow, I promise. And if you say stop, I'll stop."
John's mind whirled. He knew he couldn't refuse, not really. David would find a way to make him comply, just as he always did. With a hesitant nod, John surrendered, his body tense with anticipation and fear.
David’s eyes gleamed with triumph as he climbed out of bed once more. He returned with a bottle of lube, clearly prepared for this moment. "On your stomach," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.
John obeyed, his face buried in the pillow, his body exposed and vulnerable. He felt the cool lube being squeezed onto his skin, the slickness spreading over his anus. David’s fingers, cold from the lube, traced circles around his entrance, teasing and tantalizing.
"Relax," David murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Just let me in."
John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He felt David’s finger press against him, slowly breaching his tight entrance. A shudder ran through John's body, a mix of pleasure and pain. David took his time, his finger sliding in and out, preparing John for what was to come.
After what felt like an eternity, David added a second finger, then a third, scissoring them gently to loosen John. "You're so tight," David growled, his voice thick with lust. "Gonna feel so good when I'm inside you."
John whimpered, his body arching slightly as David’s fingers stretched him further.
Finally, David withdrew his fingers, leaving John feeling empty and exposed. He heard the sound of lube being applied, the slickness coating David’s thick cock. John's breath hitched as he felt the head of David’s cock press against his entrance, the width a stark contrast to the fingers that had prepared him.
Ready?" David growled, his voice low and menacing. John remained silent, his face buried in the pillow, too embarrassed and not ready to respond. David didn't wait; he gripped John's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself at John's entrance. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter, his cock sliding past the tight ring of muscle. John gasped, his body tensing as the thickness stretched him, the sensation a mix of pain and undeniable pleasure.
"Your ass is so tight, John," David grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Feels so fucking good without a condom. I actually had more, but I lied to you. Fucking you raw feels too good." John's eyes widened at the words, his body freezing momentarily. David’s cock inched deeper, his balls pressing against John's ass, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room.
"How does it feel, John?" David snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. "To take a man's dick up your ass? To be fucked like a whore?" John whimpered, his body trembling as David began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. The bed creaked with each movement, the headboard banging against the wall in a rhythmic cadence that echoed John's shame.
"No bitch would let me fuck them this rough," David growled, his hands gripping John's hips harder. "But you, you're something different. You just sit there and take it. And your big, bubble butt jiggles every time I thrust in, making that slap sound like it’s begging for more. It’s like it was made to be fucked." John thought about how degrading this was, but his body betrayed him, arching as David’s thrusts hit a spot deep within him.
David’s hand reached around, his fingers finding John's clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me, whore," David commanded, his voice harsh. John's body tightened, his orgasm building with relentless intensity. He cried out, his voice a hoarse whisper as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release. David’s thrusts didn’t slow, his cock pounding into John's ass as he chased his own climax.
"You’re such a whore, John," David laughed evilly, pulling John’s hair hard enough to tilt his head back. "I only had to tell you once, and you let me fuck you. No girl would let me do this, but you, you’re worse than all the bitches I’ve fucked. And that ass of yours? It’s perfect. The way it jiggles, the way it makes that squish sound when I’m deep inside, it’s like it’s made for my cock."
John thought about how much he hated this, but his body betrayed him again, his ass clenching around David’s cock, the noise it made, a wet, desperate slap, filling the room. David’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock pounding into John's ass with brutal force. John felt David’s hand come down hard on his ass, the spank echoing through the room, followed by the sound of skin on skin as his butt jiggled from the impact.
"Gonna fill you up, John," David grunted, his voice strained. "Fill you with my cum. No condom, just my seed deep in your ass." John's eyes widened as he felt David’s cock twitch, the hot seed spilling deep inside him. David roared, his body stiffening as he emptied himself into John's anus, the sound of their bodies meeting, a wet, primal squelch, the only thing breaking the silence.
Exhausted, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies glistening with sweat. David’s arm draped over John's waist, his breath heavy. John closed his eyes, his mind racing. He wondered how much longer he could endure this, how much longer he could keep his secret. But for now, he had no choice but to submit, his body and mind trapped in David’s web of dominance and desire.
The next morning, as the sun streamed through the window, David stirred. He rolled onto John, his morning wood pressing against John's ass. Without a word, he positioned himself, his cock sliding easily into John's well-used hole. "One more time before we go," David murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
John closed his eyes, his body surrendering to David’s demands. As David began to move, John thought about the future, about the uncertainties that lay ahead. He knew this couldn't last forever, but for now, he was powerless to stop it. And so, he let himself be swept away, his body and mind lost in the storm of David’s possession.
David’s thrusts quickened, his hands gripping John's hips, pulling him back onto his cock. "Your ass makes such a noise, John," David laughed, his voice cruel. "It’s like music to my ears. That slap, that squish, it’s all for me." John felt humiliated, but his body betrayed him, his ass jiggling and making noise with each thrust, the sound filling the room like a dirty melody.
David’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock pounding into John's ass. John could feel his orgasm building again, his body tightening around David’s cock. David’s thrusts became erratic, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into John's anus once more, the sound of their bodies meeting, a final, desperate squelch, marking the end.
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