Max - Bey Deckard Page 0,17

go to work on him.

“I want… I want to fuck your mouth. I want to… huhhh—” He spread his knees as Max crawled forwards, plucking the gum out of his mouth with a grin before dropping it in the trash can. Crane’s notebook fell to the side as he watched Max undo his zipper and reach into his pants to pull him out. Madness.

“Yeah? What else?” murmured Max, blowing gently across the crown of Crane’s naked cock.

Crane reached for Max’s head. His hair was too short at the back. He missed being able to grab a handful of curls there. “Don’t cut your hair this short again,” he muttered.

“Or else…?” prompted Max.

Crane panted, trying to shove Max’s face closer to his cock, but Max thwarted his attempts, laughing. Crane sighed in frustration.

“Or else I’m going to hurt you,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” Max said brightly. “How are you going to hurt me, Dr. Crane?”

“I’m… going to… choke you.”

Max’s lips quirked to the side. He looked unimpressed. “That’s it? Come on, Doc. More. Think bigger. How are you going to hurt me?” He squeezed Crane’s cock and kissed the tip of it before looking up, his brown eyes wide and guileless. Every expression was a damn lie.

“I’m going to choke you with my cock,” replied Crane through clenched teeth. He hated Max’s games… or maybe, just maybe, he loved them. He grasped both sides of Max’s head and forced his face into his groin, his imagination finally freed by the whimper that burst from the younger man. He felt Max’s tongue touch him. “I’m… I’m going to choke you, face-fuck you until you pass out. Then I’m going to take you home and tie you up. Keep you naked and locked up in my basement like an animal.”

“Yeah?” Max whispered. “What else? How are you going to hurt me?” He finally opened his lips and took in Crane’s cock. Crane choked out a relieved groan and Max moaned in reply, his mouth full.

“I’m going to fuck you. Put my dick in you. Ride you hard…”

“More,” Max breathed, pulling away for a brief second.

“And if you’re bad—” Crane swallowed and felt a trickle of sweat run down his back. His heart was tripping over itself. He felt almost dizzy with need. Feverish. His lust for Max was an infection. It warped his thoughts and opened a dark pit in his mind. “And if you’re bad… I’m going to take a beer bottle and rape you with it.”

Max’s eyes met his, his pupils huge. More, they said, so Crane continued describing every depraved act that passed through his mind as he started getting close. Things he’d never thought about before. Things he didn’t even know were possible. But Max kept slurping and gagging on his cock as if Crane’s words were turning him on. Suddenly, the dam burst, and Crane painted the back of Max’s throat with his spunk, groaning louder than he knew was prudent, but unable to stop himself.

After a moment, Max drew back, his expression blank. He rose to his feet, and Crane, watching in a daze, saw him pick up the cellphone he hadn’t seen him prop up against the seat cushion across from him. Max peered down at the phone and tapped the screen. He glanced over at Crane with a serene smile.

Horror crashed through Crane’s system when he heard his own voice: …knock out your teeth so there’s more room for my dick, then I’m going to piss in your—

“Erase that,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Right now. Erase it.”

Smiling, Max turned off the video and tucked the phone away in his pocket. “Are you kidding? This is great stuff.”

Crane felt nauseous. “Please, Max. Erase that. Please, I’m asking you.”

“Nope.”

Wiping the sweat from his eyes, Crane’s thoughts wheeled around like a flock of panicked birds. Then he heard himself speak, his voice calm and professional. It revealed none of the sheer terror that had a death’s grip on his balls. “Are you blackmailing me?”

Max appraised Crane for a few seconds, his head at an angle, eyes unreadable. “Why would I do that?”

“To keep me close to you.”

Shaking his head slowly, Max replied in a voice full of confusion, and for once Crane thought that the emotion might be real: “But… Why would I need to blackmail you for that? You are close to me, and you’re going to stay close to me, aren’t you? Why wouldn’t you? I thought you liked me?”

Taking a step closer, Max frowned