Shattered Silence
The morning sun cast a golden hue through the sheer hotel curtains, its rays slicing across the room in sharp, dusty beams. The floor was a battlefield of discarded clothing, a testament to the chaos of the night before. David stirred first, his head throbbing faintly as he blinked awake. For a moment, he lay still, his gaze fixed on the cracked ceiling plaster, piecing together fragments of the previous evening. Whiskey, laughter, and the heat of John’s mouth flashed through his mind, a cocktail of memories that left his stomach tight with anticipation. His hand drifted downward, brushing against the familiar hardness that had awakened with him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned his head to look at John.
John lay curled at the edge of the bed, his body small and vulnerable beneath the thin blanket. His breathing was shallow, his brow furrowed even in sleep, as if the weight of the night still lingered in his dreams. David’s smirk widened as he propped himself up on one elbow, his blue eyes narrowing with intent. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over John’s ear. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a challenge. “You weren’t drunk yesterday when you sucked me off, were you?”
John’s eyelids fluttered, his body tensing as he surfaced from sleep. “W-what?” he mumbled, his voice thick with grogginess. David’s grip tightened on the sheets, his smirk deepening. “Don’t play dumb,” he said, his tone sharp. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He shifted his weight, his gaze locking onto John’s. “Unless you want the whole college to know what a good little cocksucker you are, you’re gonna do it again. Right now.”
John’s eyes widened, a flicker of panic crossing his face. He opened his mouth to protest, but David cut him off, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Or do I need to remind you how much you enjoyed it last night? How you couldn’t get enough?” His thumb brushed John’s cheek, his touch mocking. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
John’s cheeks flushed, his breath quickening. He hesitated, his gaze darting away, but David’s threat hung heavy in the air. Slowly, reluctantly, John nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. David’s expression softened into a satisfied grin. “That’s more like it,” he said, his voice dripping with triumph. He shifted, his hand moving to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his erection. It stood proud and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum, a testament to his desire. “Get to it,” he commanded, his grip firm on John’s shoulder as he pushed him down.
John’s hands trembled as he reached out, his fingers brushing against David’s shaft. It was warm and heavy in his grasp, the veins pulsing beneath the smooth skin. He hesitated, his gaze flickering up to meet David’s, but David’s expression was unwavering, his eyes dark with determination. With a sigh, John leaned forward, his lips parting as he enveloped the head of David’s cock.
David groaned, his head tipping back as John’s warm mouth closed around him. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hand tangling in John’s hair, guiding him down. “Take it deep.” John’s throat constricted as he obeyed, his lips sliding down the length of David’s shaft. The taste of salt and musk filled his mouth, and he gagged softly, his eyes watering. But David’s grip tightened, holding him in place, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” David panted, his voice rough. “Such a natural talent.” John’s cheeks hollowed as he struggled to breathe, his nose pressing against David’s pubes. David’s thrusts became more urgent, his grip in John’s hair relentless. “Don’t stop,” he growled, his voice laced with command. “You know you want this.”
John’s eyes squeezed shut, his body rigid as he fought the urge to pull away. David’s thrusts quickened, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “Gonna fill your mouth,” he warned, his voice tight with anticipation. “And you’re gonna swallow every last drop.” John’s throat worked convulsively as David’s pace became frantic. With a hoarse cry, David’s body stiffened, his hips jerking as he unleashed his load.
John’s mouth filled with the bitter warmth of David’s cum, his throat bulging as he struggled to take it all. It was thick and copious, spilling past his lips as he choked and gagged. David’s grip in his hair loosened, his body slumping back against the bed as he rode out his orgasm. “Fuck,” he gasped, his chest heaving. “You’re a goddamn pro.”
John coughed, his eyes watering as he pulled away, David’s cum dripping from his lips. He gasped for air, his chest heaving, but David’s gaze was fixed on him, his expression unreadable. Slowly, David reached out, wiping a strand of cum from John’s chin with his thumb. “Good boy,” he said, his voice soft but laced with a mocking edge. “You really do know how to please a man.”
As David dressed, his movements efficient and unhurried, his gaze lingered on John. There was something different, a detail that hadn’t fully registered until now. His brow furrowed as he studied John’s body, his smile faltering. Then, confusion turned to shock. A glance, a second too long. A furrow of disbelief. John tried to pull the blanket up, but it was too late; the truth was out, unspoken but undeniable.
David stared, his breath catching in his throat. Then, he laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that filled the room. “Well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with scorn. “Looks like there’s more to you than I thought, huh?” John’s face burned, his hands clutching the blanket tighter, but David’s gaze was relentless, his power shifting in an instant. It wasn’t just about the act anymore; it was about the truth of who John had become.
The room fell silent, the weight of the moment hanging between them. Davids’ laughter faded, leaving behind a cold, calculating stare. John’s breath came in short gasps, his eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at David. The sunlight continued to spill through the curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor, but the warmth of the morning felt distant, replaced by a chill that settled deep in John’s bones.
David’s smirk returned, sharper now, more dangerous. He leaned closer, his voice a low whisper. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his hand reaching out to grip John’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Not by a long shot.” John’s heart pounded, his throat dry as he realized this was far from over. David’s power was absolute, and John was trapped, bound by secrets and desires he could no longer hide.
The chapter ended with David’s gaze burning into John’s, the silence thick with unspoken threats and unfulfilled demands. The morning sunlight continued to filter through the curtains, but the warmth it brought felt like a mockery, a stark contrast to the cold, unyielding tension that now defined the space between them. John’s breath caught in his throat, his body trembling as he waited for David’s next move, knowing that whatever came next would change everything.
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