Bound By His Name

Damien POV

The young man's tears continue to stream down his flushed cheeks. "Please... stop," he sobbed, voice pleading and hurt. "I can't-I beg you."

I ignored his plea, my fingers continued their relentless intrusion, pushing deeper into the tight heat of the young man's ass.

Each thrust drew louder, painful moans from trembling lips, a mix of pain and unwilling response.

Without warning, I unzipped my trousers. Letting my thick hardened meat rod sprang free, heavy and pulsing in the dim light. I deliberately held it up there for the young man to see-letting him fear what I was about to do with his body.

"What are you doing?" The young man twisted frantically beneath me.

"I paid for this service," I said growling at him. "So you'd better make it worth every cent."

Forcing the young man's thighs apart with bruising strength, I positioned myself at the slick, abused rear entrance.

Teasingly, I rubbed the blunt head of my rod against the sensitive flesh, coating it in the remnants of the earlier play.

"Stop... please, I'm begging you." Fresh tears spilled over, he grew more frantic and tried pushing me off.

"Stay still," I ordered. "Let me enjoy my meal."

With one brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in his body.

A raw, piercing scream ripped from the young man's throat. His body arched in agony, every muscle locking tight around my invasion.

"Hmmmmm... so fucking tight," I groaned, savoring the vise-like grip. "Like biting into something fresh and untouched." Pulling back only to slam in again, harder.

A muffled, pained grunt escaped the young man. Seizing his jaw, I forced him to look at me as I set a punishing rhythm. Each deep thrust dragged more painful moans from the trembling body beneath me.

"It... hurts," the young man whimpered, voice barely audible over the wet slap of skin.

I didn't slow down either. I continue to drive in relentless, chasing my pleasure through the other man's pain.

An hour passed in a haze of sweat and sobs. Only then did I still, burying myself deep as I came with a low, satisfied growl.

Hot release flooded inside. I collapsed atop the shaking form, heavy and possessive, before claiming the young man's mouth in another bruising kiss.

"Hmmm... you're too sweet," I murmured against his swollen lips. "We should go for another round."

"I beg you... let me go," the young man rasped, voice wobbling, body limp with exhaustion. He had since lost the strength to fight back all he could do was mutter a plea.

A fleeting shadow of sympathy?-crossed my thoughts but they were gone in an instant.

Anyway, he was not going to live for long. "You'll be free once you've satisfied me completely." Gripping the young man's face again, I stole another deep, devouring kiss. "You taste like a sweetened corn cone."

I trailed his mouth down the column of his throat, nipping and sucking marks into his pale skin. My hands returned to his sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching until they peaked under rough attention.

The young man's strength had long fled; he could only whimper. "Please... let me go..."

"I said I will. But on my terms." My voice was filled with dark promise at this juicy meal. "Right now, I need to fill you until you can't move."

Lowering my head, I captured one of his nipples between my lips. I sucked hard, then bit down on the tender tip. A startled moan tore free despite everything.

Glancing down, I saw the young man cock. His cock stood rigid again, flushed and leaking. "See? Your body doesn't lie. You're enjoying this."

I wrapped my hand around the straining length and stroked-fast, intense, merciless. The young man growled low in his throat, hips jerking involuntarily into my touch.

"Let me go, you...Beast," he gasped, shoving weakly at my chest.

"Moan for me, pretty thing, and maybe I'll consider it." I quickened my pace, my hands flying up and down the slick shaft.

In seconds, the young man shattered. White semen spilled over my hand as his body convulsed.

Panting heavily, the young man met my gaze with tear-filled eyes. "Can you free me now?"

I grunted, already hardening at the sight of his eyes. I positioned myself once more at the abused entrance. "Stop looking at me with those eyes. They only make me want to fuck you harder and brutally, it's your fault this time."

With a deep breath, I thrust back in. The young man hissed in fresh pain, fingers clutching desperately at my arm.

Three more rounds followed. I took him ruthlessly-sucking, biting, marking every inch until the young man's nipples were swollen and raw, his rear entrance leaking and sore, his voice reduced to hoarse whimpers.

After the fifth release, I finally pulled out.

I rolled off and pointed lazily toward my discarded suit jacket lying on the floor.

"Take the cheque book. Write whatever amount you want. Then get out, don't disturb my sleep. I will visit you later...drop your call line." I turned away and sank into deep, satisfied slumber.