DAVID 115
David stroked the back of Al's neck with the tip of his cock.
Al shuddered violently. "Ohhhhh! That's mean!"
David scoffed. "You love it and you know it."
The skin of Al's neck and back tingled as though a million ants were crawling. He gasped and bent his head down.
David grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back up. He stroked the back of the neck again.
Al sucked in a huge breath, held it, and then: "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die! I c-can't take it!"
"Oh but what a way to go," David sneered. He twisted his hips again and laid his cock against Al's cheek. "Is it nice and warm?"
Al sobbed. He panted for breath. "Yes," he whispered.
David yanked Al's head back and looked down into his wide, brown eyes. "Hungry?"
"Oh g-god yes. Yes."
David held up an index finger in warning. "No teeth."
"I--I won't."
"Lots of tongue action."
"I-I will. I p-promise."
"You gonna do that trick I taught you?"
Al nodded as best as he could with he head pulled back. "Yes. I will. I will."
"Lemme hear it. Tell me."
"Down the throat. Massage it by swallowing over and over again."
"Good boy. Sweet. Very sweet. And what else?"
Al's eyes trailed off. He panted for breath. He could not remember. He looked at David with pleading eyes. "Tell me. I'll do it. I--"
"Sound effects," David said. "Like a starving man at a banquet. Slurps and moans. And above all...no...teeth."
Al nodded. "Yes! Okay, yes!"
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