Chapter 4: Max and David
David's ass smarted something fierce as he sat in the passenger seat of Max's car. The belting had not been merciful. He'd gotten several dozen lashes, going until long after he'd dribbled onto his sheets. And the leather of the car seat wasn't doing him any favours, not with only a thin pair of elastic shorts as protection. He jostled and shifted, aggravating the sting, and making his overly active cock tent in the front.
They stopped at a set of lights, the wipers working hard to keep the windshield clear of the sudden and unforgiving rainfall. Max's hand came over and started to stroke the boy's tent as if he owned it. Davey moaned and clenched. He bucked up into the touch, hurting both his cock, which had already shot twice recently, and his ass, which bore the marks of both the rattan cane and the heavy belt.
Every movement make his cheeks feel like they were on fire, as if actual red-hot coals were being held up against them. It forced tears from his eyes and made his voice crack.
He bucked up into the friendly touch again, his ass lighting anew as it brushed back down onto the seat, sending fiery shocks straight to the tip of his cocklet. He leaked through the thin fabric and onto Max's fingers, memories of the day flashing through his head.
He thought about Jasper, and how his crush had seen him naked and humiliated. He thought about how he'd been made to suck him off to completion and remembered the feel of his member in his mouth and how it spasmed and tremored as it shot its load into him.
Then Jasper was replaced with Max, his much larger member pushing past his lips and into the back of his throat. He then imagined the same, but this time he was on all-fours, Max fucking into his face as Jasper belted him from behind, turning his pale cheeks into the most painful shade of red imaginable!
"Max!" He bucked and humped up into the touch, which only got more furious as the seconds ticked by. Raindrops pelted on metal, annoyed horns sang in the background, Max was silent. The only part of him that existed right now was the hand on Davey's cock and the imaginary version of him that was fucking Davey in the face.
"I'm cumming!" Electricity surged through his young, thin body as his body begged for the last few touches necessary to drag every last drop out of him. Max was kind enough to stroke the final dregs of his orgasm out, staining his shorts and creating a viscous wet patch on the front.
"Max," he drawled, leaning against the arm that reached over to him. He embraced it and nuzzled into the bicep. He kissed it and sighed, picturing now that they were in bed, ready to sleep.
But he was arrested from the stupor when the arm pulled away and harsh fingers tugged at the hair on the back of his head. He moaned and looked up at the man who met his half-asleep gaze with a ferocious grin.
The grip on his hair tightened and Davey was pulled down face-first into Max's lap. His cock was already free from its confines, dark and thick, the tip glistening and wet, ready for him.
Davey's ribs hurt as they heaved against the handbrake, but there was nothing to be done about it, it was the only way for him give this to Max. The man's hand went under Davey's shorts and cupped and soothed his bare cheeks as his cock slid into the back of the boy's throat.
"Fuck, Davey," he moaned, his free hand tangling itself in the boy's red locks and urging his head to go faster and faster and take in more and more of his shaft. Davey moaned, a hand coming to squeeze the base of the man's cock as he sent vibrations and tremors through it.
It made Max groan over him.
David loved being his, being Max's. He loved when he was ordered naked, he loved that he had no choice to obey, to please. He adored that he had to do whatever he was told, no matter how unfair or unjustified it may seem. He touched himself to the idea of being used for his mouth and ass, and the feeling of his cheeks being scorched by a torturous selection of weapons made him weak in the knees and want to beg for more.
Despite all this, he felt indescribable satisfaction at being able to reduce Max to this, to a moaning, mewling, trembling shell of himself. And all David needed was his little mouth. He didn't even need to speak, he just needed to moan at the right time and squeeze the right place.
He took a breath in through his nose when Max's tip was at his lips and sunk all the way to the base of his member. Panic almost overtook him, his body and brain thinking he was suffocating but he put them both in their place. He sucked and moaned as he kissed around the base of his man's cock and just before it became too much, he pulled up again.
But then he was down again, and his throat was filled once more. Max held onto David's hair and ass for dear life. He hadn't been expecting this, not now and certainly not here. His cock felt as if it were embedding itself into the tightest little ass, but it wasn't. It was his Davey's marvellous little mouth that was making him feel like a baby-faced virgin all over again. And the worst part was that he couldn't do anything to speed it along. The steering wheel was to close for him to buck up. The belt was too tight and most humiliating of all: his hands were too tremulous to get a proper grip on the boy.
He was utterly at his blessed mercy. All Max could do was throw his head back, close his eyes, and sweat as his little miracle worked his magic.
Up and down, up and down, up and down Davey worked, his ass raised high with the shorts hanging halfway down it. He was close, he could feel it. The little ways Max tensed, the slight gasps he evoked, the way he whispered his name – it all told him that his man was close to cumming.
"Fuck!" Max cried out and pushed himself up as best he can, trying to get deeper into Davey's throat as he felt a powerful and unyielding climax detonate in his core and force thick ropes of hot, heavy, sticky cum from his thick cock straight into his boy's throat. And when his throat was full, his loaded his mouth, and when his mouth was full, his covered his face, and when his face was covered, Max shot onto his own shirt.
"Fuck…" The man slumped back into his seat and looked down at his boy. Said boy was beaming up at him, his face and hair dirtied with Max's semen, and every second it dribbled down over his neck.
Max smiled down at him, deep breaths heaving through his chest. His heavy hand ran through his hair, not caring that he was making the mess worse.
"Fucking amazing," he whispered before pulling Davey up into a kiss. His tongue spent a moment tasting his own cum before an angry horn sounded behind him. Traffic was moving.
Max pulled into his garage and laid back with a sigh. Home at last.
Davy stripped to his socks the second he stepped out of the car. Both his shirt and shorts were soiled with cum, which was to say nothing for his face and hair. Max came up behind him and grabbed him hips. He leaned down and latched onto the boy's soft neck.
Davey moaned at first but hissed quickly afterwards when Max bit down onto a soft spot and started to suck. He balled his fists and groaned as the man bit so hard it hurt. But like all the other hurt Max gave him, he welcomed it, even in this cold, breezy garage in which his bare body started to shiver.
Max pulled off with a pop and licked the new bruise as his hands glided down David's chest to his stomach. The boy moaned and leaned into the touch, his own hands going back to get lost in Max's curls.
Then Max pulled away and gave a quick strike to David's scarlet rear. The boy yipped and started to rub his cheeks. He looked up at Max with a pout, ready to start another session with him. But he was cut off before then.
"Go wash up, I don't need you reeking of cum for the whole weekend. When you're done, wait in my bedroom. In the corner, hands on your head, bent over, legs spread. Got in?"
Davey nodded and scampered out of the garage and ran naked through the house. Then again, he was almost always naked in this house, just how Max liked him.
Max, while his Davey cleaned himself up, stripped out of his uncomfortable work-clothes and went downstairs in only his boxers and t-shirt. He checked his emails, opened his bills, and cursed the lot of them.
Then the shower shut off. He smirked, planning to leave his boy waiting for a while. The anticipation would get to him more than anything Max could actually do to him. Davey had the dirtiest little mind he'd ever seen, and it was wrapped tightly up in the most adorable, sexy, and most gluttonous for punishment body he'd ever known.
He made a cup of coffee, sipped at it slowly for half an hour while picturing all the fun he was going to have this weekend, and finally, made his way upstairs.
He was already at full mast by the time he stood in his doorway, but the sight that greeted him made his cock twinge and drip. Davey was there, in the exact pose Max had ordered him to take. His bare ass was jutted out for him, still bearing the pained marks he'd taken every pleasure in inflicting. His legs were spread, showing off that tiny pink pucker that Max dreamt about most nights, that devious little hole that tempted him again and again. Well, tonight, it was going to get what it deserved.
"Mm, what's my star pupil doing here? All alone, completely naked, ass ready?" He came up behind the prostrated boy and groped his right cheek. Davey winced and groaned when he clutched it and pulled it aside.
"What are you waiting for?" He demanded, giving the scarlet mound a rippling slap.
"Mm! Y-you, sir," Davey whimpered, arching his ass up towards Max as he peered over his shoulder. His cheeks were almost as red as his ass.
"Yeah? What do you want from me?" He stood between David's legs and nestled right up against his rear. He pulled his cock out of his fly and slotted it lengthwise between his cheeks.
David moaned and arched his ass up into him, forcing Max to rut and slide against him.
"Shit," he cursed. His hands gripped David's hips and held him steady as Max started to grind.
"I, I want to go all the way with you," David whispered as he felt his backdoor get teased and taunted. He was so very close to getting everything his dreams were made up, yet so agonisingly far.
"Yeah? That so?" Max talked a hard game, but right now his mouth was bone dry. He wanted this too, he wanted to take his little Davey's virginity and make him his. He wanted to looked him in the eye as he split him apart and made him put footprints on the ceiling. He wanted this so bad, and now he felt it was finally time. He'd made both of them wait long enough, his Davey was more than capable of taking him now.
"I think that can be arranged." Max slid his hands up to David's chest and pulled him upright. He kissed the hickey he'd made and wrapped his arms around the naked boy. David moaned and opened his neck to him, more than content to let Max do whatever he saw fit.
They were about to have sex, then they'd properly be each other's, now and forever. The thought made David's heart skip and beat and the rest of him trembled to commemorate. Max turned him in the embrace and tilted his chin up.
David's deep-green eyes met Max's lighter ones. The man had a smile on his face. Not a grin, not a smirk. A smile. He leaned down and pressed his lips against David's. David's eyes widened at the tenderness, the gentleness. But then he closed his eyes and brought his arms up and around the man's neck. He stood on his tiptoes to reach as high as he could, pressing as deeply as possible.
And Max let him. His hands migrated to David's ass and hoisted him up. The boy's legs wrapped around his waist and his cock poked him in the stomach. Max's own prodded up against his hole, both of their bodies commanding them get on with it all.
Davey was laid out on the bed, his legs spread as Max pulled his t-shirt over his head and pushed his boxers down. His eyes took in as much of the man as possible. As often as they pleasured each other, it was rare for him to see Max naked. Usually, it was solely him who was bare, which they both liked, but having his man over him, naked and ready to claim him, it ignited a primal feeling in his very core.
David pulled his legs back to his chest, opening and presenting himself. Part of him expected the man to start plunging into him right away, but really, he knew that he wouldn't. Max reached aside and opened the top drawer of his bedside locker and pulled out a transparent bottle. David was immediately grateful for it dawned on him how painful it would be to do this without lube.
Max grabbed David by the hips and flipped him onto his front. The teen squeaked and shivered as his ass was raised. He held his legs under him and kept his rear in the air. Max pushed his knees far apart and took a welted cheek in each hand.
David moaned and arched his ass into the carefully careless touch. Max spread him and kneaded him, his hands rough. The boy buried his face in his arms, letting the fiery pleasure on his quivering cheeks spread and take him over.
Then he felt a sudden and hot wetness between his cheeks, attacking his entrance and stretching it wide. He looked behind with his mouth agape and his cock leaking. Max had his face buried between his spread mounds, his tongue delving deep into him as his eyes pierced Davey straight through.
He put his head down again and pushed his body back onto Max, whose arms wrapped around his legs and held him close as he went deeper than Davey thought a simple tongue could. He tried to hump and grind his member against the man's arms, but he was just out of the way.
Then it stopped – Max pulled his muscle out and Davey let out a deep breath he didn't realise he'd been holding. Then there was a click and that warm wet feeling between his cheeks was replaced with a cold one.
His head shot back as his teeth stuck into his lower lip. Max was quick with his fingers, plunging a slippery pair into his twitching hole with a speed and fervour that made the boy moan out loud.
Davey felt more full than the tongue had ever made him. Max's nimble digits filled and spread him and touched only around that spot in him that made him melt.
"Max," he groaned, trying to writhe back onto the touch to make it more, but that wasn't allowed. Max struck his left cheek to remind him. He trembled and tried to restrain himself.
But then, as fast as the fingers were there, they were gone. He looked over his shoulder to see what was happening, but the room spun before he could take anything in. Now he was on his back again, his knees pushed to his chest.
Then Max, who had seemed so far away, doing his own thing to Davey's ass as he pleased, was right there, their faces inches apart. Green eyes stared into green as Davey felt something thick and round press against his wet, waiting hole. He released the clutch he'd had on the bedsheets and wrapped his arms around Max's neck. His fingers clutched his curls instead.
"Davey," Max growled from between clenched teeth. He pressed his forehead against the boy's as he pressed his tip into his tight, hot, virgin hole.
Davey whimpered and tightened his hold on Max's locks as he himself stretch around the welcome intrusion.
"Max!"
He squeezed his eyes closed as he felt himself be stretched more than he ever had before! Even the fingers didn't compare. He'd had Max's dick in his mouth and down his throat enough times to know that it was thick but feeling it in him now showed him that he didn't know what 'thick' was.
The he felt lips press against his. He leaned into it, relaxing his body to let the cock slide in another inch. He moaned again, his bottom half starting to tremble. Max's hands roamed his sides and rubbed his chest as he breathed hot breath onto David's neck. He kissed the hickey and braced as he pushed in another bit.
A pitched groan leapt from Davey's throat. He held Max closer, feeling like it was filled to the utter brim. There was no way he could take more, there was no way the man had more cock to give. He was going to split at the seams any second!
But he didn't. Max held him together. And as he pressed his throbbing, thick member into him, he held him all the tighter.
Then Max's hips pressed into David's ass, and he knew that this was it – he was as full as could be. He was spread as far as possible, he was brimming, splitting, and aching in all the best ways. Countless times had he woken up with sticky underwear after living this very scene in his sleep.
But he wasn't asleep now, he was awake, and this was completely and utterly real.
"Davey," Max moaned as he threaded his fingers through the teen's hair.
"Max," Davey replied, clenching himself around Max's member as he wrapped his legs around his waist. He buried his face in the man's neck and scratched at his back, trying to move, trying to get Max to wreck him and split him in two.
Then Max started to pull out. David whimpered and tremored around him. He was only halfway out before he pushed all the way in again, and on the way in he hit that spot that made Davey throw his head back and almost put his throat out.
"Max! Max! Max!" He drawled on and on as his man pulled out, his bulbous tip squeezing against his sweet-spot and hitting it again on the way back in.
"Max! Please! Faster!" He writhed and begged, needing even more.
Max looked him dead in the eye and smirked.
"Take a deep breath."
He did, and then David saw the universe explode in his eyes.
The bed rattled, the room span, his body almost shattered.
"Max! Max! Max! Yes! Max! Please!"
Davey was stuffed to his breaking point again and again and again and again. With each heavy thrust, Max tightened his hold on him, bruising his right hip and left shoulder. Davey just added those to the list of beautiful hurts that his man gave him.
"Max!" David's young body reached its breaking point. Its finale. Its climax. A new threshold of pleasure he didn't even know was there ripped through his body, forcing string after string of hot cum to shoot from his quivering, twitching, untouched cock.
"Davey! Fuck!" Max sank his teeth into the boy's neck again. He was so tight! Almost too tight. It almost felt as if his member was going to be crushed. But it wasn't. He thrusted harder and harder, faster and faster into his delectable boy. He felt Davey's splatter against his stomach and chest and felt his own body start to crescendo.
"Dammit! Fuck! Davey! DAVEY!" The boy's heels dug into his ass, pulling him as close as humanly possible as Max held him tight, Max's own fingers hurting with the strain. His body screamed as he shot his first rope of cum into the boy's ass. It roared with the second, third and fourth ones, each one longer than the last. After a moment, Max was just humping dregs into Davey, filling him with every last drop of seed he had in him.
"Fuck…Davey." Max fell limp but caught himself before he crushed his boy. He wrapped his arms around the quivering kid and kissed his neck and shoulder where he'd bitten him.
Davey in turn wrapped himself around Max. His body ached, his lower-half felt like jelly but he'd have it no other way. He nuzzled into Max's chest and peppered him with little kisses. His fingers got lost in his curls and he clenched lightly around his cock. A groan vibrated through Max's chest.
"I think once was enough for now, kid." Max held Davey close against his chest and he moved them both under the covers of the bed. He held the boy on top of him and ran his hands down his sides and up his back, knowing first-hand the ache he was currently experiencing.
With a slight pull, Max's flaccid cock slid out of Davey's hole. The boy grunted and a shiver tremored up his spine as a stream of cum leaked out of him and onto the man's stomach. He cringed and tried to bury himself deeper in his hold.
"Don' worry 'bout it." Max held David's welted cheeks, rubbed them, and spread them, letting more of his own semen drip onto him. It was far from the first time he'd had his own fluids dirtying him, it it'd be far from the last.
"Just sleep, we'll take care of it la'er," he said through a yawn. A hand came up to rub Davey's hair. What the boy needed now was some tender care and a good nap, a by God was Max gonna give them both to him.
"Mm…I love you."
Max's heart skipped a beat. His mouth was dry and his hands started to sweat. He felt Davey tense on him the longer it took to reply. The word caught him off guard, but as the seconds ticked by, he realised that there was no good reason not to say them back. He craned his neck and pressed his lips against David's.
"I love you too." And he meant it from the bottom of his little black heart.
David smiled and rested his head on Max's chest. Within seconds he was breathing lightly. Max joined him shortly after, a smile on his face that reached his closed eyes.
