Bondage, David in Rome, Fucking
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DAVID IN ROME — Chapter EIGHT
Titus stood and stood chest to chest with David. His skin felt flushed and clammy, although he had just bathed in cool water. He looked up into the bigger man’s eyes, and then averted his gaze.
David laughed quietly at him. “You seem as shy as a maiden!”
Titus grinned, though he still could not meet his gaze. “Yes, well…this is a new feeling for me.” He glanced upward, and then away. “I’ve never been the one…to want. Most of the time, men come to me.”
“You’ve never thought what you would do? Have you never been with Philip? Or Gaius?”
“I have. And they are handsome men. They have beautiful bodies. But…I am usually…always… the biggest.” He gazed at the hairy pecs in front of him. “I could never imagine that…one day…” and his hands rose. He brought them quickly back down to his sides.
Titus was surprised to hear an understanding tone. “It’s all right, Titus. You’re allowed to touch,” David said, his voice lowering. He put a finger under Titus’ chin and lifted his head. Titus heard him whisper as his gaze was forced to meet his. “You’re allowed to touch…anything.”
Titus’ lips parted, more in awe than in want. David’s parted in preparation. Their eyes closed halfway. Their heads tilted. Their chests met. Titus felt big hands holding his shoulders, and he raised trembling hands and placed them around David’s waist.
Their lips touched. Titus felt a soft kiss, one he did not want to end, and then he pressed himself against David. He clutched the huge biceps and whimpered. His hands swept upwards, across the shoulders, and came to rest on the flexing chest. He pulled his burning lips away and moaned at the feel of those huge, hairy pecs. Without thinking, he stood on his toes so that his were completely pressed against David’s. His knees buckled. Half in shame, half in joy, he whispered, “Take me. Make me. A bigger, stronger, handsome man. Hungry. Shameless. I never thought I’d find—”
He gasped as David grabbed his head, held it prisoner in an iron grip, and kissed him roughly. He was grabbed by the shoulders and pulled in tight, and he felt David’s mouth biting his strong chin softly and then moving lips down to nuzzle his neck. Hands reached around and clutched Titus’ buttocks and Titus gasped and laid his head against David’s chest. He let his hands sail up and down the satiny skin of David’s broad back, and then he let his hands settle on the big man’s rump and his mind reeled at the thought of the thrusting power in those rippling buttocks and thighs.
“Take me,” he whispered. His jaw was grabbed by a huge paw, and he was forced to look up into those dazzling eyes. His voice shook. “I n-need, for once in my life—”
With a snarl, David pushed him back onto the bed. Titus crawled backwards, a look of fear on his face, and yet he whispered, “Yes.” His breathing was weak and shallow and rapid. “Yes!” A towering juggernaut of sex moved over him like a thundercloud.
Still Titus pulled himself backwards. Slowly, gracefully, like a tiger, David followed him, always directly over him, until Titus stopped. David glanced down at Titus’ thickening staff. He maneuvered his hips directly over his, pressed his cock against Titus’ warm rod, and then cut short the whimper the contact caused by dropping his whole weight onto the man below him and pinning him helplessly to the bed.
David drank him in and savored him like a feast. He stroked the bronze skin and turned Titus around, inspecting him like a man inspects a fine animal. Titus’ rump was like a pair of ripe melons waiting to be eaten. He curled a hand around each of them and spread them and lifted them. He turned Titus to face away from him, and then he pressed Titus broad back against his chest and rubbed his hairy pecs softly back and forth. He smiled when Titus held his breath and went rigid, and then he moved his hips and rested his upright cock in the crevasse of Titus’ plump mounds. He reached down and spread the cool buttocks, wedging his throbbing meat firmly between them. He let go, and the twin globes came together, gripping his hot staff firmly.
He licked the back of Titus strong neck, and he reached in front of him, stroking the muscular chest. With both hands, he explored the ridges of the blond man’s abdominal muscles, and he finished by dragging the tips of his fingers slowly downwards until they nestled in the blond pubes.
His hands drifted upwards, back to the pecs. His fingers gently held the large, smooth nipples, and then he squeezed softly. Titus nearly jumped out of his skin, and made a weak effort to turn, but David held him. He watched as Titus struggled to remain still; his hands did not want to rest, but he was facing away from David, and he seemed as though he was enjoying being the object of exploration. David felt his head drop back, and it rested on David’s chest. David heard him moan, and he felt his rod gripped over and over again by Titus’ clenching buttocks. David moved his tongue from Titus’ neck to his ears. He licked them softly and made thrusting movements with the tip of his tongue towards the earlobes and the inner ear, threatening to start his invasion here, to fuck his mind first.
Suddenly, his hands dropped and he grabbed Titus by the hips and pulled him in tight. He could see Titus’ pulse in his neck, and he nuzzled it, and then whispered into his ear. “Are you sure you want this?”
Titus moaned. “Yes! Please!”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I can take it! I promise. I want it.”
David spread his legs, took a wider stance, and moved his hips from side to side gently, pushing his hot rod against Titus’ twitching hole.
“I need it! I have to have it.”
“You won’t think me cruel to make you wait a while?”
Titus turned to face David. “I need it! Desperately.”
“Tell me. What do you need?”
“I need to be fucked! By you! Long and hard and deep. If you don’t, I’ll go insane tonight and every night thereafter, thinking of you. Dreaming of you. I can take it. Use me! Let me feel the full power of those thighs! Ravage me! Please!”
David pushed him back onto the bed again and knelt between his splayed thighs. He roughly gripped him behind the knees and lifted.
Titus was shocked to feel his thighs being raised high. And then he gasped when he felt his hips leave the bed. And then the cried out in fear when he felt his back and shoulders leave the sheets. He was being held nearly upside down, huge hands clamped around his knees. His arms flailed for a handhold but there was nothing but the smooth, black sheet all around. His head lolled, and his short hair brushed and twirled against the bed sheet. The world was upside down. He finally found a semi-comfortable position for his arms, pressing against the bed to relieve some of the pressure on his head and neck. He enjoyed that control for a moment, and then a hungry mouth descended on his testicles. He screamed in shock and struggled, finding his position of stability again, and then he was able to contemplate completely the tongue that swirled around his nuts and the lips that wet his perineum. He felt teeth gently gripping all the flesh behind his balls, and he heard wet, smacking noises, the sounds of someone enjoying something juicy and delicious.
He kicked his legs, but he was powerless, held in an unbreakable grip. Even if he’d wanted to, his tormentor was behind him and out of reach…there was no way for him push him away. His man flesh had become a tasty treat to be moistened and suckled and prodded and licked. He cried out. He sobbed. He moaned at the sensation of warmth and wetness pervading his loins, and then he was raised an inch more, and the tongue invaded his ass cheeks.
He screamed in ecstasy and tried to move his hips, amazed that he could be maneuvered like a small boy, held nearly upside down and with his thighs splayed. The hungry mouth left his ass, and then teeth and tongue fought with his stiffening rod until it was pulled backwards. He felt wet suction, and his staff was sucked hard into a tongue-squirming, deeply sucking hold.
He sobbed in ecstasy.
And then the mouth began to piston up and down and his cock was driven mad with warm, wet, gripping, nerve-tingling suction.
Now he struggled. To anyone who watched, it would have seemed as though he was in agony, and he was, for the moment he felt his balls churning, the moment he felt his sperm boiling, the mouth would stop and only the tip of the tongue would snake and explore until it found the edge of his crown and tickled under the edges. He was sure he had passed the point of no return several times, but as his loins calmed, he would be jerked up again, and the tongue would explore between his cheeks, probing at his hole.
Suddenly, he was released, and he fell onto his back, with David kneeling between his trembling thighs.
He looked up in surprise, and then in desperation. “When?” he asked breathlessly. “When will you fuck me?”
David growled, “Turn over.”
David placed the tip of his cock against the hole and smeared the pre-cum around the rim. Titus went mad at the sensation. He sobbed and begged David to push in. David teased him. He mounted the big, blond man, resting his body on his back, and slowly churned his hips, letting his cockhead slip up and down the slippery ass crack. He ignored Titus’ frantic begging, and slowly fucked the outside of Titus’ butt. He loved the way Titus alternately spread his cheeks to allow entrance, and then gripped the slowly sliding cock as though to suck it in.
Finally, David rose and steadied himself by leaning forward with his hands on Titus’ shoulders. He crouched down until his drooling cock was aimed straight for the puckering hole.
Titus screamed for him not to wait. He begged to be raped. He wanted all of it. All at once. No hesitation. He begged for suddenness.
And David complied. He pushed. Titus tensed for a moment, and there was a second of resistance, and then David spread him open and shoved his cock, to the hilt, into Titus’ itching, desperate, craving tunnel. Titus moaned long and hard, a dreamy, loud, sigh of relief, and then he made sounds that were half agony and half ecstasy.
David pulled out slowly, until just the head of his cock was gripped by the silky tightness, and then he rammed it in all the way. Again he pulled out as slowly as he could, listening to Titus try to control his shrieks of ecstasy, and then he’d pause, relishing the violent shivers the expectation caused in the bronze god beneath him, and the he’d slam his meat all the way in. Slowly out…suddenly in. Slowly out…suddenly in. Slowly out…suddenly in.
Titus sobbed in a frenzy of pleasure. “Harder!” he begged. “Oh please, harder!” His entire man chute itched and gripped and spasmed and tingled, and the only time it thrilled even more was when the huge sex meat of the stud above him was moving in or out. He had never felt so full before. He had never felt so stretched before. He had never felt so warm before. He had never felt so wet before. He had never felt so subdued before. He had never felt so helpless before. He had never felt so used before.
He felt the big man slap his right buttock gently, and he gasped and moaned. And then he felt the hairy giant on top of him thrust his hips, and then rotate them, churning them around and around so that his pole ground deeper and deeper into his hungry loins.
“YES!” Titus yelled. And then he sobbed.
The big man pulled back and thrust forward again, holding his hips firmly against the pale buttocks, and then jabbing them, thrusting further, driving with the full force of his titanic thighs and strong, bull buttocks, making sure that Titus felt as though he was the most fucked being the world would ever see. David growled with each thrust, and then he pulled back and slammed in again.
“Harder!” Titus yelled again. “Oh please don’t stop! F-feels so g-good!”
David pulled his cock in and out, slowly at first, and then faster.
“Harder!”
With each impact, the blond man’s buttocks rippled. Titus felt him move forward in inch, and then felt the hairy pecs pressing against his back. While the hips bucked and rocked against his ass, big hands reached around and stroked his chest, grazing his nipples with calloused palms, and gripping the big, bobbing cock between his thighs with long, languorous strokes.
“Harder!” Titus yelled. “Fuck me hard!” he sobbed. “Fuck me as hard as you can! I need it.” He hung his head in exhaustion. “Never stop! Oh by the gods…fuck me hard!” Like two male lions in heat, they rocked back and forth, and Titus’ sobs mixed with the rhythmic slap of hips on loins. Tears streamed from Titus’ eyes as his prostate twitched and his nuts climbed, and he let out a growing, animal moan, and repeated whimpers that grew more frantic. He sobbed through gritted teeth, and shot ropes of warm cream, over and over again, onto the sheets.
Sostratus smacked his lips and held the empty glass high, up to the moon. He regarded the light with a smile, and whispered to himself, "Hurry, oh moon. Let the sun rise." He poured himself another glass of wine and entered the house and made his way to his bed. "For tomorrow," he continued, "I spring my trap, and steal back my pet, and flee." He emptied the glass in three swallows, and smacked his lips again. He handed the empty glass to a servant girl. "Besides," he said to her with an evil leer, "I owe him a whipping."
2004