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Noah’s legs were shaking with adrenaline as he stood to undress, and his fingers were weirdly tingly. It took him two tries to untie the knot on the sarong. He had always been confident with his body, but there was something about the hunger in Alistair’s eyes that made him feel shy.
It was like Alistair was looking right through him, into his very soul, and it made Noah’s pulse skyrocket.
He stood before him now, completely bare. His cock was hard, jutting straight out, and he didn’t know what to do with his hands.
Alistair waited until Noah was done stripping before urging him closer, caressing his stomach and hips. He ignored Noah’s cock, and he smiled. “You are very beautiful, but you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Noah licked his lips.
“You’ve been relying on those good looks for some time,” Alistair went on. “Using your body, that pretty face… whatever it took, hmm?”
“It wasn’t always like that.” Noah struggled to think of something else to say. “It wasn’t always… sex.”
“When did you decide that you had nothing else of value to offer?”
“I didn’t,” Noah argued. “That’s not it.”
“Yes, it is.” Alistair smiled. “You think you’re worthless. It’s why you think you have to sleep with every man you meet. You’re so desperate for affection, and you don’t know any other way to get it except to offer your body up for pleasure.”
“No… I just…” Noah didn’t know what to do. He clenched and unclenched his hands. He wanted to tell Alistair he was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it because they both knew it would be a lie.
“I think, however, there’s more to you to be had than mere carnal enjoyment. When I told you I believed you had potential, I meant it. If you’re willing to listen and be my boy, then Daddy can take care of you.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“My uncle.” Noah swallowed. “What about my uncle?”
“What about him?” Alistair lazily traced a circle around Noah’s navel.
“You’re still gonna kill him?”
“I am fairly certain he’s guilty.”
“Just ‘fairly’?” Noah didn’t know if it was foolish to keep trying, but maybe there was hope. “So you agree there’s a chance he’s not?”
Alistair’s brow furrowed.
“Please.” Noah was ready to beg. “Take him alive, okay? Your guys are real badass, right? You don’t have to kill him. You could—”
“Go on and kneel, dear Noah.”
“Please, sir.” Noah dropped down as before, pushing himself between Alistair’s parted thighs. He reached for Alistair’s belt. “I’ll do whatever you want. Be your good boy, call you Daddy, whatever—”
“Not yet.” Alistair pulled Noah’s hair. “Daddy didn’t tell you to do that, did he?”
“No, sir.” Noah cringed. “I’m sorry, I thought—”
“You don’t need to think. All you have to do is listen.” Alistair smoothed down Noah’s hair where he’d yanked it. “We will discuss your uncle later. I can promise you that the orders I’ve given are to bring him back here alive. Is that satisfactory?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“Now. Moving on. We’re not even done going over the rules yet.”
“Okay, sir.”
“As I said, you will obey my every command without question. However, my intention is not to cause you any lasting harm. Yes, I may hurt you, but I do not want to damage you.” Alistair touched Noah’s cheek. “This is why we will have a safe word.”
“Okay? But I’m gonna do whatever you want?” Noah frowned. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
“Ah, yes, but it’s more than that. Much more. Think of it this way. I can’t keep playing with you if I break you.”
“Fine. Piccadilly. Done.” Noah was starting to feel frantic. He was afraid he was going to freak out and change his mind if they didn’t get going soon. “Now can we just get to it, sir? Let me be good, okay? I need it. I need to hear that shit, like, right now.”
“Patience.” Alistair chuckled. “You’re being good, but you must be patient.”
“I don’t think I can be. If I don’t do this, I’m gonna freak out. This is crazy.” Noah shook his head, and the cloud of lust was lifting and leaving him only with thoughts of how insane this was. Bargaining to spare his uncle’s life and wanting to fuck the guy he was doing the bargaining with was nuts.
This was a mistake.
“Look, I don’t think I can do this now—”
“You can, and you will,” Alistair said sternly. His tone and the firm way he gripped Noah’s hair left no room for debate. “You’re going to suck my cock until I’m satisfied that you’ve earned the privilege of being fucked. If you behave, then you’ll be able to come. Once we’re done and you are presentable, we will attend your little party so I can show everyone what a good little boy you are… do you understand?”
Noah shuddered, the thick grasp of desire seizing him once again and eroding all of his hesitations. Yes, he could do all that. He could be good. He could be so very good.
“Yes, sir.”
“Go on then, dear Noah.” Alistair leaned back, keeping a hand in Noah’s hair. “You may suck Daddy’s cock now.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was no turning back now.
Noah quickly undid Alistair’s belt and unzipped his pants, reaching in to grab his cock. It was thick, heavy, hard, and the very sight made his mouth water. He bowed his head and immediately latched on, sucking hard and fast and—ah, fuck!
Alistair had pulled his hair again. “Slowly. Don’t rush. You’re not some whore trying to hurry up and finish to go jump on the next one. Take your time, use your tongue more, and watch your teeth.”
Noah knew he was good at this, and he bristled at the strict instruction. Even that bastard Medina had complimented his oral skills, and he was determined to show Alistair what he could do.
He tried again, running his tongue earnestly around the fat head of Alistair’s dick before sinking back down, his lips stretching to fit as much as he could into his mouth. He did go slower this time, and he experienced an instant surge of pride when he heard Alistair say those magical words:
“Good boy.”
Noah found a comfortable rhythm, coming up and sucking around the head before going back down with a steady swirl of his tongue. His jaw was aching from Alistair’s intimidating girth, but he was being good. He was making Alistair happy.
“Such a good boy,” Alistair praised him again, petting his hair sweetly. “You really do like sucking cock, don’t you?”
“Mmm…” Noah moaned around his mouthful.
“You look lovely like this. I can see how hard you’re trying. All you want to do is be good and please Daddy.”
“Mmm.”
Noah kept sucking, and he grunted when Alistair’s hips lifted from the chair, pushing his fat cock deeper into his mouth. He swallowed around the urge to gag, breathing in quickly through his nose.
“Look at me,” Alistair ordered.
Whining desperately, Noah obeyed. His eyes were damp, and it was awkward staring at Alistair while he fucked his mouth, and yet…
Alistair looked years younger, relaxed, and he was smiling. He was more handsome in that moment than Noah had yet seen him. His smile only grew as he buried both of his hands into Noah’s hair. “There we go… my sweet boy. Mm, you’re really quite marvelous. Trying so hard to be such a good boy for Daddy.”
“Mmm…”
“Yes, I know,” Alistair panted. “Keep going. You want me to stay with you, don’t you? You want Daddy to take care of you, hmm? You want to be Daddy’s good boy, don’t you?”
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Noah had never wanted anything more.
No one had ever offered him anything beyond a fun time for a short while without it being a lie and breaking his heart. Alistair was not a good man, that was obvious, but he had been honest with him so far.
Yeah, like about wanting to kill your uncle…
Maybe Alistair would break his heart, but Noah wanted to believe this could be real. It had barely been a day, and he was already falling so fast. He’d gotten attached to partners quickly before, but this was different.
He didn’t just want to be with Alistair; he wanted to belong to him completely. He wanted everything he was offering—to learn how to tie a tie or how to pour wine the right way, to be adored and always taken care of.
In that moment with his mouth full of hot cock and his thoughts fogged with desire, nothing else mattered.
Noah focused on sucking Alistair’s cock, riding out every rough thrust, testing the limits of his skills. Spit was pooling in his cheeks and threatening to spill, and he shivered at how Alistair’s nails dragged over his scalp. It was so hot, and he couldn’t get enough of how Alistair was petting him, urging him onward.
Alistair slammed up into his mouth with more force, and Noah struggled to keep up. It was too much, and he tried to pull away, but Alistair had an iron grip on his hair and held him in place. He coughed, managed to snort back a quick breath, and willed himself to keep going.
The back of his throat was getting sore from the relentless pounding, and Noah was certain no one had fucked his face like this before. It was wet from all of his spit, hot and messy, and he could not believe how turned on he was. He should have been ashamed that he liked it so much, but there was no way he could stop.
“Good boy,” Alistair whispered again, breathless and growling.
God, those words made it all worth it. Noah only had to do what Alistair wanted, and he could be good. He ignored the throb in his jaw and the tears running down his cheeks, swallowing back another cough as best as he could. He was getting lightheaded, and his lips hurt from being stretched out around Alistair’s cock for so long.
Alistair’s forehead was wrinkled in concentration, and his breathing was coming in and out in short gasps. His thighs were tensing beneath Noah’s hands, and Noah was sure he was getting close.
Just when he thought Alistair was about to bust, Alistair suddenly stopped and tugged up on his hair.
Noah coughed loudly as he pulled off, wiping away the drool as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes were full of tears, and he gazed up at Alistair in awe. He’d never let anyone use him like that, and he was filthy and totally raw inside.
“Perfect.” Alistair leaned in for a soft kiss. “Mmm, so very perfect.”
Not just good; he was perfect.
No amount of drug or drink could compare to this blissful high, and Noah was smiling from ear to ear. All he had to do was listen, the simplest thing in the world, and he could be perfect.
“Yeah?” Noah wanted to hear it one more time, and he groaned when Alistair kissed him again. It was hard to kiss back as tired as his lips were, but he didn’t want to miss a second of affection.
“Oh, yes.” Alistair rubbed Noah’s cheek. “Perfect. You were truly made for this, dear Noah.”
Leaning back, Noah wiped his mouth again. His erection hadn’t flagged since they’d started, and the earlier teasing by the pool was fueling its persistent pounding. “For what? Sucking dick?”
Alistair chuckled. “Perhaps, but I actually meant belonging to another.”
“That’s what this is now? I belong to you, huh?”
“Mmhm.”
“So, you being my Daddy. It’s like dating?”
“I suppose so,” Alistair mused, “but with much higher expectations.”
“And my uncle?” Guilt pricked Noah’s spine, and he could think more clearly now. “Can I highly expect that we’re gonna talk about that?”
Alistair frowned faintly. “I was confident I had given you a satisfactory answer already.”
Noah made a face in reply. “Bringing him here alive is great and all, but you know that’s not what I meant. I wanna talk about this murder shit—”
“Language.”
“Stuff. Whatever.”
“That’s not part of the plan for today.” Alistair scooted the chair back, tucking himself away. “I laid out a precise schedule for us—”
“Come on!” Noah stood, and he used his height advantage to glare down at Alistair. “I suck you off, we talk some, we fuck, we talk some more. How ‘bout it?”
Alistair grabbed Noah by the back of his head, snarling, “Forgotten your place so soon, have you, sweet boy? Allow Daddy to give you a review.”
“Ah, fuck!” Noah nearly crumbled from the force with which Alistair twisted his hair, and he was easily steered toward the bed, collapsing over the side of it like a rag doll.
“You’re my boy now, and you will do as Daddy says.” Alistair shoved Noah’s head down into the mattress. “I’m afraid I’ll need to punish you to help you remember that.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Noah struggled to push away, and he cried out when Alistair’s hand cracked across his ass. The brilliant stinging sensation made him go limp, and he groaned softly. “No, come on… fuck. I’ll be good.”
“I don’t believe you.” Alistair spanked him again.
“Mmph, fuck!” Noah writhed against the bed, and he gritted his teeth. “You are such an asshole! Fuck!” Alistair’s hand seemed to be hitting the same spot over and over with laser precision, and Noah’s cheek was scorching hot.
“How many more until you remember your manners, hmm?” Alistair sounded perfectly calm. “How many shall we go for? Five?”
“I just… I just wanted to talk!” Noah pleaded.
“Ten?” Alistair challenged.
“Shit!” Noah jerked, his hips riding up on the bed from the next crack. His ass was throbbing now, and he was totally helpless to escape Alistair’s strong hold. He couldn’t think, his thoughts muddled by pain and panic, and he cried out when Alistair spanked him even harder.
“Four more to go, dear Noah.” Alistair paused to rub Noah’s stinging cheek, and he let go of his arm. “Stay very still for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes… Yes, sir.” Noah took a deep breath, his head spinning from the rush of endorphins racing through his body.
He had to be going crazy.
It was the only explanation for letting Alistair do this to him and wanting it so much his entire core ached with need. He had lost his mind and was apparently so pathetic and desperate for affection that he was giving himself over to the very man holding him hostage.
But even as aware as he was that this whole thing was ludicrous, he hadn’t moved from the bed.
And he knew he wasn’t going to.
Whatever Alistair had woken up in him couldn’t be put back to rest so easily, and Noah could not resist its seductive pull.
Not when it felt so right.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Noah stretched his arms out over his head, relaxing now as he prepared himself for the remainder of his punishment. “I’ll be good.”
“Oh, will you?” Alistair leaned in close, both hands now grabbing Noah’s cheeks and spreading them obscenely wide. “You can’t seem to make up your mind if you want to be my boy or a brat.”
“I’m… I’m confused. I’m trying.” Noah didn’t know how to explain it. “I’m really trying, sir.”
Alistair’s hands raised and came down together, spanking both cheeks at the same time.
The force made Noah’s hips jerk, and he gasped sharply. The pain was intense, white-hot, and he was again awash in intense emotions. He wanted this. He needed someone to put him in his place, to teach him… He wanted someone to care enough to do it.
The final spanks made Noah moan, loud and desperate. He couldn’t tell where one smack began and the others ended, each cheek a blistering landscape of heated sensation. Alistair’s hands felt cool now when he touched him, and Noah arched up into his palms with a sob.
“There,” Alistair soothed. “You did it, sweet boy. Daddy is very proud of you. You took your punishment very well.”
“Thank you, sir… fuck, thank you so much.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, and only because you did so well I will allow you to come.” Alistair dragged his fingers over Noah’s ass. “No hands. You’re still acting like an animal, so you can come like one again.”
“Yes, sir.” Noah didn’t care. He was going to come. Alistair was going to fuck him, and then…
He didn’t really want this, did he?
It was impossible to be sure when the throb in his cheeks seemed to be consuming his entire body, and Alistair’s fingers, now slick with lube, were pushing into his ass and creating the most fantastic shivers that went right up his spine.
The stretch and pull was familiar, and Noah remained relaxed, lulled into a trance by Alistair’s melodic voice.
“There we go. You’re opening up so beautifully for Daddy. Your asshole truly is quite perfect. I can’t wait to be inside of you. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you, dear Noah. I wanted to take you, to make you mine, to mold you.”
“Mmm…” Noah groaned as the pressure increased. “Yes. Yes, fuck, please.”
“You have such a fire in you,” Alistair went on, his fingers scissoring deeper. “Mmm, it’s gorgeous, but you need… finesse. If it burns too brightly too fast, you’ll smother yourself in smoke. You will learn to control it, my boy.”
“Yes, sir,” Noah promised. “I… I will.”
“Good boy.”
Those words were a beacon of light in the haze Noah was trapped in, and he held onto them to keep himself from slipping away too far. Alistair’s fingers were thick, methodical, and no one had ever touched him with such confidence. The way he pulled and played with his hole was a level of attention he’d never known, and Alistair’s skilled ministrations were pushing Noah closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to fuck you bare,” Alistair said, now pushing in between Noah’s legs. He had pulled his fingers out, and Noah heard a soft squelch of liquid. “I’m going to make you mine, and you will take every drop Daddy gives you. Do you understand, dear Noah?”
“Yes, sir.” Noah gasped, the thick head of Alistair’s cock pressing against his asshole. He was hot, his skin sizzling all across every pore, the heat of his spanked ass burning so vividly that it almost felt cold. He shivered, well aware his cock was leaving a wet spot where it was trapped beneath him, and he pushed back on Alistair’s cock.
“My good boy.” Alistair squeezed Noah’s scalding cheeks and pushed forward. The head of his cock slid in smoothly, Noah’s body pulling him right in. “Oh, my very good boy…”
“Mmm, fuck…” Noah loved how Alistair’s cock filled him, the stretch flirting with pain as he went deeper. Yes, Noah was being good. So good, and Alistair was happy. Noah was proud, and he was surprised how satisfying it was.
Not to mention Alistair’s cock felt amazing.
Alistair was sliding in and out, short bursts to work himself inside. Once he was fully seated, he circled his hips, groaning low. “Ah, yes… there we go… such a good boy for Daddy. Such a very good boy.”
“Yes, sir.” Noah panted. “I’m good. I’m so very good.”
“Yes, sweet boy, you are.” Alistair reared his hips back and slammed forward, thrusting with enough power to push Noah up the bed.
“Ah, shit!” Noah wasn’t expecting such an abrupt shift, and he moaned as Alistair fucked him harder. Alistair’s cock was filling him completely, pounding into him with incredible strength, and Noah struggled to brace himself on the bed.
Wow, he didn’t know anyone who could fuck like this. Not for longer than a few minutes anyway. Alistair was showing no signs of slowing down, and the relentless slams were starting to feel like a punishment. Noah was still scrambling for something to hold onto, but then Alistair grabbed his arms.
Alistair pulled Noah’s arms back, using them to force Noah to arch his back as he tore into him. He was pulling him so hard that Noah’s chest came off the bed, and every thrust felt like it was going into his stomach. He grunted and moaned, blown away by Alistair’s cruel thrusts and loving every damn second of it.
He wasn’t worried about his uncle or the thugs in his house. He didn’t even care about the party or what tomorrow might bring.
All that mattered was being a good boy for Alistair.
Alistair was becoming more erratic, faster and more furious, and his breathing was a series of breathy little snarls. “I’m going to come. Going to fill… you… up…!” Each word was punctuated by a cruel thrust, and he pulled Noah back to meet each one.
“God, yes!” Noah moaned, his mouth hanging open as he shouted loud enough to make his ears ring. The tension in his loins was reaching maddening levels, and his balls were so taut that they hurt. He needed to come. He needed relief from all of this tension, all of his muscles wound up tight enough that he madly thought they might snap.
He could feel it when Alistair came, the rush of heat from his load and the swell of his cock buried deep inside his tender hole. He was sore, sweating, and he whimpered as he pushed back on Alistair, his cock rubbing weakly against the bed.
Fuck, he wanted to come too.
“Go on,” Alistair urged, still holding Noah’s arms firmly. “Make yourself come on my cock while my load is inside you. Come on, sweet boy… come…”
Grunting in frustration, Noah bowed his head and tried to focus. He didn’t even know if he was fully hard, but he was trembling with the need to relieve the ache inside of him. He found the right angle, just the perfect amount of pressure, and he started grinding.
Alistair didn’t move, allowing Noah to use his cock like a toy as he humped the bed. “There you go. Mmm, keep going. You can do it, dear Noah.”
Noah soon became frantic. He gritted his teeth, his thighs shaking with effort, trying to come, trying to chase that last elusive push he needed—
“Come on now. Come for Daddy.” Alistair spanked him. “Come!”
“Ohhh, fuck!”
That did it.
The flash of pain on his already sensitive skin sent a lightning bolt of pleasure right through his balls to the head of his cock, and he came hard, writhing in Alistair’s hold. He bucked in between getting more pressure on his dick and trying to gain the thrilling friction of Alistair’s cock still buried in his ass. It was all too fleeting, and he let out a choked cry, finally collapsing.
His head was spinning, and his body was buzzing like he’d done a whole week at the gym. Every muscle was exhausted and tingling from exertion, even his damn calves.
“Very, very good. You did very well, my sweet boy.” Alistair let go of his arms, easing Noah down onto the bed as he slowly pulled out.
Noah closed his eyes, sighing when he felt the wet spill of Alistair’s cum leaking down between his legs. He was so empty now, hollowed out from head to toe, body and soul. He was still trying to catch his breath and make sense of what had just happened.
He’d gotten his brains fucked out by the guy who was holding him prisoner and very much wanted to murder his shitbag uncle.
Right.
Shit.
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