Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,16

of it. He made me close in no time, and I whined, begged him to stay inside me, thanked him for filling my hole… I was going to come my brains out.

He sped up, and I lost my short struggle, spraying my cum onto the sheets. I yelled as wave upon wave of ecstasy pulled me under until I was barely conscious.

Fucking me harder than ever, Vincent swore and growled. He clutched my hips, his nails digging into my skin, his cock stuffing me full to the point of pain. He came inside me. Vincent’s spunk is in me. God, yes!

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you,” I sobbed.

He pulled out and pushed me face first onto the bed. I landed in my own cum. Guess I’ll have to do laundry again tomorrow. Sore and sated, I rolled and watched as he slowly tucked himself back into his boxers and zipped up. He was done with me. For some reason, I found it incredibly hot how he callously shoved me away after he came. Probably because my dumb lizard brain found everything Vincent did incredibly hot. Yes, just use me. Whenever you want.

Then he bent down and picked the dildo up from the floor.

“You think you know what you want, Mikey?” He remained calm and steady, as if he just hadn’t fucked me through a screaming orgasm and creamed my hole. He stroked along the dildo with sure hands.

His voice grew deeper when he continued, and I was mesmerized. “From now on, you are my hole, boy. I decide what goes in you and when.”

My groin tingled again from his words. Damn.

“You’re not allowed to jerk off unless I tell you to. You are not allowed to finger your ass, not even with your pinkie.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I stammered.

“You are my fuckhole, for my cock and my cum only. I own your ass. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re not allowed to shower tonight. You’ll sleep on filthy sheets, full of cum, like the horny slut you are.”

Fuck me, I’m in love. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.

Giving one last look at my used, limp body, he left the room, taking the dildo with him.

I lay naked on the bed, fucked out and satisfied, my skin still hot all over, and I sighed with happiness. Reaching between my ass cheeks, I toyed with my rim, dipping my fingertip into the warm cum, daring Vincent to come back and beat my ass up with the fucking dildo again. Then I pulled the covers up and rolled in my wet spot, grinning.

He was glorious.

His hole

Vincent

I’d failed. And I couldn’t even make myself regret it anymore.

His hole was the single most erotic thing I’d seen in my entire life. Every time I parted his smooth, flawless ass cheeks, and caught a glimpse of his sweet little pucker—pink, closed tight, innocent—my chest squeezed with an exquisite ache. Mine. The first time I’d doubted I could ever open him up enough to get even a third of my dick inside. But, I did open him up, and forced myself inside his slim body. He took me in like I was what he’d been waiting for.

Michael was the perfect bottom, with a bubble butt that deserved a place in a gallery, and a tight hole that was so needy it swallowed my dick, and sucked me in like it wanted me to stay in there forever. The way Michael begged, the way his ring quivered around me when he was close, the way he moaned with pleasure when I slapped his ass hard… He was a slut for pain and trusted me enough to want me to hurt him. It turned me on like nothing else ever had. He was a dream come true.

Tonight, I only spanked him lightly, watching his ass cheeks jiggle and listening to his mewling cries. I fucked him standing up in the kitchen, and he leaned his elbows on the counter, pushing his ass out and meeting my thrusts. He hummed, the sound luxuriant. He savored every deep fuck. God, he was incredible.

I watched his rim as I pumped in and out of that perfect heat. He was stretched to capacity around my girth. It seemed like I could tear him apart, but he purred and strained for more. His round ass cheeks in my palms looked precious, like porcelain in my fingers. And god help me, I loved this as much as the red bloom over his perfect skin after I’d hit him. I slapped his