Cabin Fever - Roe Horvat Page 0,21

skin, harsh and stinging, and I cried out. It was not pleasant. So far away from the satisfying feeling of his warm palm smacking my ass. This was… I didn’t know what it was, but fuck. Fuck! It came again, across my thighs and ass cheeks, chafing and burning my skin. A rope. He was beating me up with a sling of rope. I dug my nails into the carpet to keep me from collapsing onto my belly, and I pushed my ass out for more. I was going to ride this out with pride, dammit.

Another hit.

Fucking hell. My ass was on fire.

I gritted my teeth and began counting in my head.

Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Then it changed. The end of the rope landed in my crease, hitting my hole, and I wailed.

Jesus.

One more. A sting directly on my pucker, shooting up into me. But my hole was empty. The burn had no outlet, nothing to anchor me. Just biting pain and no pleasure.

It was sick.

On the tenth hit, into my crease again, I screamed from the torture. However, my body decided it was actually not that bad. My hole throbbed, and heat bloomed in my balls.

Vincent was pushing my limits, and I was beginning to like it.

The last five went into my crease with perfect precision, but they were milder—still agonizing as fuck—but also tantalizing. By the time the rope hit the floor, my asshole was fluttering with pleasure, my muscles confused. I needed him to do something. Either beat me more, so the pain eclipsed the arousal, or shove something inside me. Anything. The emptiness and the stinging pain all over my ass were killing me.

Was he going to fuck me now? Oh god, please. Let him fuck me.

“Please, Daddy!” I wailed, trembling with need.

“Quiet!” Vincent spat.

He grabbed my hair, and he dragged me up a little, but I was still on my knees, my arms limp by my sides. Then the sound of a zipper.

“Look how hard you are, how wet and red,” he murmured. “You liked the pain, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“That’s no punishment, then, is it?”

I couldn’t answer. My sex-dazed mind didn’t grasp the implication in his words. I only focused on keeping my eyes closed, because he had told me to.

His thumb parted my lips and pushed into my mouth, opening my jaw, and I caught his scent before I felt his cockhead touch my lips. His thumb slid out, and his cock glided in. He held my head with both hands and fucked my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

The ache on my ass cheeks, the echo of stinging pain still ricocheting through me, and Vincent’s big fat cock choking me… it all mingled and merged into lust, so acute I was vibrating with it. My erection kept twitching between my legs, probably oozing precum onto the floor, and my asshole relaxed in anticipation, until I was so open and ready for him, I’d come as soon as he breached me.

Cum flooded my mouth. The taste of him, oh fuck… I licked and sucked and swallowed, licked some more, and Vincent was humming with pleasure.

“You know your place, boy. My little cocksucker. Eat my cum. Eat it all.”

I swallowed again and sucked on his slit, trying to catch the last drop.

And then he was gone.

I was still kneeling there, my hands clutching at empty air, my body shuddering, the taste of him making me insane with need. Yet he didn’t touch me anymore.

“Daddy…” I whined, a painful, deprived cry for help.

“Stand up and go to my room. Lie on the bed, hands on the headboard. Don’t touch yourself.”

I stood on wobbly legs and limped to his bedroom. I lay on my side so my burning skin wouldn’t touch the sheets, grabbed the headboard, and closed my eyes. The room smelled of him. My dick was throbbing, my balls so tight they hurt. Now this was a kind of pain I hated. I kept breathing through it, but it only got worse and worse. Desperate, I clenched my hole, and my cock jerked. A whimper escaped my mouth.

After a minute, Vincent came into the bedroom. Only in his underwear, he lay down by my side, pressing his body against me, the coarse hair on his chest and legs tickling my skin. He clicked off the lamp, then took my hands, prying them from the headboard. Spooning me, he threw one leg over mine and held my wrists in his huge hand. He pinned me