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“you look so pretty, crying for me.”
shane was on his stomach, tears leaking out of his eyes as ilya fingered his ass. ilya had been overstimulating him most of the night, playing with his soft, sensitive cock and massaging his prostate. shane both loved and hated it; he hated it because it felt like torture, but he loved it because it felt so damn good. he could do nothing but lie there and take what he was being given, to be a slave to what ilya wanted from him. god, it was fucking delicious, though. shane, despite the tears, couldn’t get enough of it.
“please,” shane said, looking back at him with teary eyes. “no more.”
ilya smirked. it was a game they were playing, a consensual one, where shane would ask him to stop and ilya would keep going. they had discussed it beforehand and had a safe word, which shane would use if it truly did become too much and he actually did want ilya to stop. ilya curled his fingers hard around shane’s prostate, causing the other man to whine and moan. he pushed back against ilya on instinct, which brought a laugh out of ilya. he used his free hand to grab shane’s aching, overstimulated erection, not moving his hand as he just held it. he pressed a kiss to shane’s back before nearly withdrawing his fingers, plunging them back inside of shane as shane cried out.
“i do not think you want me to stop,” ilya said, curling his fingers once more. “you are pushing back against me like desperate whore. that is what you are. nothing but my toy to use whenever i want. nothing but a fucking slut.”
shane felt more tears leaking out of his eyes as ilya rubbed his fingers over his prostate again. “please. enough.”
“is enough when i say is enough,” ilya said, scissoring his fingers to open shane up a bit more. “is not enough yet.”
shane whined as ilya started stroking his cock, his eyes closing against the pleasure & pain. “fuck…”
“oh, you like it now?” ilya asked, reaching down to grab shane’s sensitive balls before giving them a twist. shane cried out, another tear falling down his cheek. “cry all you want. i am not stopping unless you say safe word.”
shane didn’t want to say it. fuck, he was loving this. he didn’t think he would be into something like this; consensual non-consent was a kink he thought was weird before, but not so much now. he had thought it was ridiculous when ilya brought it up, but he was eating that now. he groaned as ilya opened his hole even more, his lashes fluttering as he bit his lower lip. he thought he might start making embarrassing noises soon, if he didn’t shut himself up. he couldn’t wait to be fucked; he couldn’t wait for ilya to push inside of him and fuck him until he was even more overstimulated. but would ilya stop there? shane doubted it; he imagined that ilya would go on doing this all night long, until shane truly did have enough and had to use the safe word.
“god, ilya,” shane moaned, his ass pushing back to allow ilya to go deeper. “that’s…fuck…”
“too much?” ilya asked, his fingers still working him. “how pathetic. i give you what you want and you can’t take it. you are weak.”
“fuck off,” shane said, groaning as ilya roughly curled his fingers. “oh, shit…”
“you have smart mouth,” ilya said. “don’t make me shut you up. should I get gag?”
shane smirked, looking back at him. “fine. get the gag. then you won’t know if i need you to stop.”
“we can come up with signal,” ilya said, pulling his fingers out and moving off of the bed. he came back with a ball gag, gesturing toward shane. “open your mouth.”
shane had a moment where he thought he would just disobey, and the moment won out. “no.”
“no?” ilya asked, raising a dark blond brow. “you want to be brat now?”
“maybe,” shane said with a light shrug. “what are you gonna do about it?”
ilya looked at him, his blue eyes blazing. he grabbed shane’s chin and forced his mouth open, putting the gag on him as shane’s cock twitched with excitement. fuck, this was so damn hot. he was truly loving this, maybe a little too much. he could feel himself drooling already, with ilya wiping it away with his fingers before pressing a kiss to his shoulder. shane wondered how they would be able to communicate, how he would be able to show ilya he needed him to stop, if he needed that. but shane didn’t have to wonder for too long, before ilya was speaking.
“if you need me to stop,” ilya said, stroking shane’s cock slowly, “then reach around and tap my thigh three times. okay?”
shane nodded, trying to speak around the gag and being unable. he saw ilya grab the lube and slick his cock with copious amounts of it, lining himself up with shane’s hole before pushing inside with a low, guttural moan. shane groaned around the gag, his eyes closing for a moment as he got used to ilya’s impressive size. it always took him a minute, but ilya wasn’t giving it to him tonight. he immediately began to pound into him, not wasting a single second. he moaned behind shane, his hands on shane’s hips as he pulled shane back against his own hips again and again. shane moaned, drooling more, and ilya grabbed a fistful of his hair to turn shane’s head to face him. he took in the sight of shane and smirked, angling his hips so that he could ram directly into shane’s sore, overstimulated prostate over and over.
“how pathetic you look now,” ilya said with a tsk. “fucked out already and drooling over my cock. you are my fuck toy, aren’t you? i can put my dick down your throat or in your ass anytime i want and you will not say no.”
shane just nodded again, too blissed out to try and fight him. he swallowed around the gag, more drool leaving his mouth as ilya absolutely pounded into him. shane groaned and fisted the sheets, unable to do anything else. he could feel ilya digging into his prostate, and shane didn’t know how much longer he could last like that. between ilya using toys & his fingers on him for most of the night, making him cum over & over, his stamina wasn’t what it usually was. he knew that he could be in trouble if he came too soon, but he also knew that he might not be able to help it. he might not have much of a choice in the matter. it might creep up on him so quickly that he wouldn’t be able to warn him somehow, and the thought of that only made all of it that much hotter.
“you are tight for being slut,” ilya said, ramming into him with a hot moan. “taking my cock like is nothing. do you want me to stop?”
shane nodded and ilya laughed. “tap me three times, then.”
shane didn’t do it. he just lay there, blissfully taking every little thing that ilya was offering him. he closed his eyes as ilya kept railing him, his hips slamming against him with each hard thrust. ilya held him down with one hand, the other moving around to play with shane’s heavy, aching balls. shane moaned, the sound broken and desperate, his hips pushing back against ilya for more. ilya laughed again, a harsh, almost cruel sound. he squeezed shane’s balls, hard, causing tears to leak out of shane’s eyes as shane closed them.
“poor baby,” ilya said with a frown, looking down at him. “had enough? has my depraved, pathetic, disgusting whore had enough yet?”
shane nodded rapidly and ilya smirked. “tap me, then.”
shane shook his head, causing ilya to pull out of him. shane thought that maybe he actually was going to stop, and he whined loudly in protest. but then ilya was pulling him against him, ilya lying on his back as he pulled shane into his lap so that shane was facing away from him. he forced shane to straddle him, positioning shane’s hole right above his cock before impaling shane on it. both men moaned and shane’s head fell back, more drool leaking out around the gag. shane looked back at him, seeing that ilya was looking at him with ravenous eyes. he grabbed shane’s hips and started moving him, up and down, up and down, in a steady rhythm that shane soon picked up on his own.
“that’s it,” ilya said, his hands running up shane’s ass before he gave it a hard slap. “take it all, just like we both know you want. tap me three times if it is too much, remember.”
but shane kept going, bringing himself down onto ilya’s cock time and time again. ilya played with shane’s balls again, squeezing and twisting, causing shane to cry out around the gag. ilya thrust up to meet him, setting a rhythm with his own hips, his groans filling the space behind shane. ilya gave his ass a rough slap before grabbing shane’s hips, bringing shane down over and over on his cock. shane groaned, his eyes closing as he took everything in. ilya twisted his balls again and shane whined, his body rocking, his legs shaking, his eyes opening to look at ilya over his shoulder.
“do you want to stop?” ilya asked, and shane nodded rapidly. “tell me, then. tell me you want me to stop.”
shane knew that ilya was playing with him, and he fucking loved it. he tried to speak around the gag, to say some smart ass comment, but of course he couldn’t. all he could do was keep slamming his hips down against ilya, feeling ilya’s large, rough hands all over his body. he didn’t want to stop, not now and not ever, not truly. it wasn’t too much for him; in fact, it felt like just enough. it felt like just enough for him to cum, his cock twitching impatiently as it waited for another release. shane didn’t think he had another orgasm in him tonight, but his dick had other plans. it didn’t help that ilya was touching him there, one of his hands moving up his shaft as shane’s lashes fluttered. ilya moved him up a bit, trying to get shane to fuck himself at a different angle. shane followed him and moaned hotly around the gag, causing ilya to smirk and slap his ass.
“do you consent to any of this?” ilya asked, and shane knew that this was part of the game. “do you want me to do this?”
shane shook his head and ilya’s smirk widened. “of course you don’t, but you are my toy. my own personal holes for me to make myself feel good. i do not care that you don’t want it. makes no difference to me.”
shane felt his cock twitch again at those words and he knew he was close. ilya thrust up into him, hard, causing shane to whine around the gag. he moved harder and faster, feeling ilya’s huge cock against his prostate again & again. he silently begged ilya to let him cum, to please end his misery so he could feel absolute euphoria. he knew it was coming fast; he could feel his balls tightening, could feel his cock twitching repeatedly. fuck, he wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer, not at this rate.
“go on,” ilya said, slapping his ass before twisting his balls again. “show me. i want to see how being taken like this affects you. i want my pathetic, disgusting, cry baby sex toy to make mess. do it now.”
as soon as the words were out if ilya’s mouth, shane experienced his orgasm. he came hard, hot ropes shooting out onto the bed and even on himself. he moaned around the gag, drooling even more, his insides on fire. he felt ilya’s cock twitch once, twice, and then it was over for him, too. he could feel ilya’s cum painting his walls, some of it leaking out as ilya threw shane off of him. as shane suspected, ilya wasn’t done with him. he pulled shane to the end of the bed and knelt, shoving shane onto his back before lifting his ass. ilya began to eat him out, lapping up his own cum with his tongue as he groaned. shane moaned and tugged at ilya’s hair, his tongue pushing inside of shane as shane’s back arched.
“do you want this?” ilya asked, looking up at him with heated blue eyes. “do you consent?”
shane shook his head, still playing along, knowing that this was going to be a long night indeed.