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to the bed, unmoving.
“Daddy?”
He wasn’t going to do anything. Vincent was really punishing me.
“You’re going to sleep here tonight, boy. I’ll make sure you won’t touch yourself and you won’t break the rules again. Now be quiet.”
He wasn’t going to let me come.
Oh fuck.
A powerful jolt of arousal shook my core, and I whined helplessly. Vincent stayed immobile.
I was leaking so much precum my thighs were wet. The emptiness in my hole became a torment, crueler than anything Vincent could have done to me with the rope.
I was so screwed.
At some point, I must’ve fallen asleep. I dreamed crazy, disturbing dreams, where Vincent had tied me between the trees in the forest. I hung there like a fly in a spider’s web, and he whipped me with a long black horsewhip. Then he entered me. He seemed even bigger than in real life, impossibly huge and long, reaching so deep into my body I felt as if he was killing me. I liked it and begged him for more…
My hole open and slick, I sighed with bliss at the pressure inside me. Oh god, finally. I welcomed the intrusion, moving my hips without conscious permission, trying to impale myself more.
“You were begging for my cock in your sleep, sweet boy,” Vincent said into my ear.
What? Ah… oh please…
I wasn’t dreaming at all. Vincent was here and had two lubed fingers in my hole. I moaned with gratitude. His other hand found my nipple and tugged on the barbell.
“You need it bad, huh? My hungry fuckhole. So sweet and tight.”
Yes.
He fingered and stretched my hole, massaging my insides. It was heaven.
His fingers disappeared, and I convulsed in his arms, crying out with desperation.
“Shh, my boy. I’ll give you my cock. All of it. Patience.”
And then he was back, blunt pressure, and then ecstasy… He slid home. I was so ready for him my body took him all the way, molding around him, my nerve endings buzzing with utter joy.
He spooned me, clutching my body to him, and moved, filling my hole over and over with sure, insistent thrusts. Nirvana.
“You dreamed about a big fat cock, boy?”
“Yes, Daddy!” I forced out on a moan.
His whole length was inside me, pushing relentlessly, pumping deep in me, the fullness bringing such relief to my system… I was completely at his mercy. Waves of bliss swept over me, over and over, and I didn’t know when my orgasm began. The whole act felt like one, endless and glorious.
“My needy fuckhole,” Vincent growled in my ear. “You feel so good clenching around me.”
Heat enveloped my balls and shot up my dick. My hole squeezed around Vincent’s cock, and it didn’t stop… more and more and more, a constant stream of pleasure as he pumped into my body. I lost my grip on reality. Maybe I was still asleep after all.
Vincent grabbed my hips and dragged my shaking body up, so I was on my knees, shoulders on the bed, arms clutching the pillow. Then he went to town, pounding my ass relentlessly with sharp thrusts. My mouth gaped open, and alien, animalistic sounds tore out of my throat.
My orgasm crested, then subsided, leaving me relaxed and open for him, ready to be used for hours if he pleased. However, Vincent was close. He pushed into me to the hilt and pulsed, coating my insides with his cum.
We collapsed onto the bed. I lay in my own wet spot, but I didn’t care. Vincent’s seed was trickling out of me. He curled behind me and played with my rim, sliding his fingertip through the wetness and pushing it back into my softened hole.
“Thank you so much, Daddy,” I whispered.
Vincent shoved his finger into me roughly and tapped my overstimulated gland, making me whimper.
“Thank you, thank you.”
He left his finger there, tucked in my hole, and I fell asleep again, sated and happy.
10
His fear
Vincent
He wasn’t supposed to sleep in my bed. Yet here he was, full of my cum once again, tucked to my side, and I fingered his relaxed hole while he slept. I could use him in his sleep if I wanted, only to proclaim my ownership of him.
He’d given me his body. It was mine to do whatever I pleased. If I wanted to sleep with my cock in his ass for the whole night, he’d let me and thank me for it. His trust in me filled me with both awe and terror, but my desire for him eclipsed any other emotion.
I wiped my