-Joshua-

“Do you like what you see?”

I turned to look at Nikita, who walked to the chair, and sat down on it. The chair had separate rests for arms and legs, and he took his time to place his long limbs on them before locking his eyes with mine. He knew I loved it all – I could tell it by the mischievous smile on his face.

“It must’ve taken you quite some time to collect these all,” I told him, and turned my back on him, walking closer to the dressers – there were plenty of those.

“Hmmh… Over ten years,” he spoke quietly.

“How old are you?” I asked and opened another drawer. There was a small, metallic suitcase in it. I was dying to know what was inside.

I jumped when I suddenly felt his breath on the back of my neck. “Now, now… Don’t be rude,” he breathed out, sending shivers down my spine. “Age is just a number.”

I looked at him over the shoulder when he leaned over me to open the suitcase. There was some kind of thin rod with a handle inside.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to keep my head together.

“Just a light-weight taser,” Nikita cooed. “It gives nice little shocks, but the one in the drawer below is the real deal…”

I hesitated before opening the next drawer. There was a real taser inside. “So… you really do like it rough?”

He laughed and walked away, moving his hand across my back on his way. “I’m here to fulfill fantasies. Any kind of fantasies…”

I turned to look after him. He stopped by a thick set of curtains and pulled them aside, letting the sunlight in. The view was to die for.

“And how does this work? I mean, how do you… work…?” I was having difficulties keeping my head in line.

He let out a low chuckle. “Well, first off, I’m only doing this when I’m single,” he said.

“This?” I repeated.

“I’m only doing strangers when I’m single,” he said teasingly. “And right now, it so happens that I’m not seeing anyone.”

“O-Okay…”

“I have my inner circle,” he continued, turning his back on me. It felt like he had released me from his spell when he did that. “It’s a small one. Whenever they feel like getting served by me, they send a text, telling me when and how they want to meet me. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve arranged my own kidnap,” he laughed.

“It sounds like a lot of work,” I murmured.

“I have all the time in the world. I’m currently without a job, you see,” he explained. “But it suits me well, since I’ve dedicated myself to serve men. My home… my body… my mind… It’s all about sex.”

Even I could tell he had a smoking hot body. I was man enough to admit that. His ass was phenomenal. For a very short moment, I allowed myself to wonder how he looked like without clothes. 

“To serve men…” I repeated quietly. “That’s…”

That sounded awfully like slavery, in my opinion. I loved sex. I lived for sex, but the way he spoke of it… I wasn’t sure if dedication was strong enough word to describe how he felt about it.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he chuckled. “And trust me, I have no regrets. None what… so… ever.”

He was suddenly standing in front of me again, giving me a look that got my blood running faster through my veins. “I can be cute and adorable, if you want,” he whispered, placing his hands on my chest, giving me a small smile. “Or I can be a demanding bitch,” he spoke with harsher voice, pushing me against the dresser, grabbing me by my collar. He brought his lips really close to mine, keeping his gray eyes on me. “And there are no limits. No need to ask questions – if there’s something you want to do to me, do it. You’d be surprised how much pain I can endure,” he spoke almost in a whisper.

Then, he let go of me, and I suddenly realized I had been holding my breath the entire time.

“I do have a safe word, just in case.”

I was… Oh, God…

“And uh… how many times have you had to use it?” I asked, trying to control myself. He smiled.

“Never.”

He sat down on one of the dressers, and leaned back against his hands, laying his eyes on me once again.

“What is it?” I asked, slowly taking steps in his direction.

“Synopsis,” he purred, when I stopped in front of him.

“Synopsis…” I muttered, placing my hands on the dresser, on both sides of him. “And if I was to take your offer, when would you have time for me?”

His smile grew more mischievous, and he leaned forward to open one of the drawers right next to us. I hesitated for a moment before I looked at what was inside.

Condoms. Lots and lots of condoms.

“Only fools don’t wrap their tools,” Nikita spoke, when I looked at him.

I was already gone. Sold. Lost. I didn’t even think when I moved my hand in my back pocket and fished out a condom of my own. I dropped it on the dresser and turned to look at him in the eyes.

“Smart boy,” Nikita breathed out. 

His words pushed me over the last boundaries I had created for myself, and I grabbed him by his long hair, forcing my lips on his. His arms were immediately on me, his legs wrapping around my waist. I didn’t care about anything anymore. I was so hard the only thing I could think of was fucking this guy.

I grabbed the condom before lifting him up from the dresser, so I could carry him into the first room. We didn’t stop kissing on our way there, and once I stood next to his massive bed, I dropped him on it. I got rid of my shirt before joining him. He was pushing himself closer to the middle, looking up at me with heat written all over his face.

“It seems like those jeans of yours are getting too tight,” I chuckled at the sight of his bulge.

He just laughed, his eyes trailing down to my crotch – I was having the same problem. His eyes flickered in lust when he realized I had nothing to be ashamed of down there.

I moved to hover over him and pushed his shirt up. His light skin was smooth to touch, and he let out an impatient groan when I grabbed his belt. I was moving as fast as I could, but even I had to admit I was being too slow. The whole situation was driving me crazy. The thought of having no rules, and no need to ask for permission was more than arousing.

This man wasn’t like the girls I had slept with. I could already tell that. Everything about him screamed for me to show him the best I got. His eyes were challenging me. I had revealed my perverted side to him via text messages, and he was curious to see what I had to offer. None of the girls had ever been so into this as Nikita was now.

His jeans went flying on the floor, and for a second, I thought about the toys, but I didn’t have the strength to hold myself back. I stared down at Nikita’s hard-on. I was about to fuck a guy. For the first time in my life, I was considering it.

Could I actually do it?

Nikita’s smile faltered, and I knew he was wondering the same thing. It was different to think about it than actually do it. It wasn’t the right thing to do, right? This wasn’t natural, right? So I was told.

But then again… I was halfway out of my mind in my own lust. How wasn’t that normal? How was it not right, when he looked up at me, almost begging me to start fucking him already?

And the guy got me hard. He definitely deserved a chance. I would hate myself for the rest of my life if I didn’t try it at least this once.

Besides… Anal. How many times had I tried to suggest anal with girls, and how many of them had actually said yes? Not many. Now there would be nothing but anal.

I leaned down to kiss him roughly to get us back in the mood. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me tightly on top of him. His whole body moved slowly underneath me, sending nice shivers throughout my skin. I pushed myself up a little so I could start unbuttoning his shirt. I did so without breaking the heated kiss. He had a tongue piercing. Two, actually. Two metallic balls rubbed against my tongue, and I tried to imagine how good they would feel against my cock.

When I was done with his shirt, I sat up, pulling him in front of me. I pushed the shirt down from his shoulders, but I couldn’t take it off since his hands were playing with my belt.

“Is there something special in your mind?” he cooed, pulling the belt off.

“I’m too horny to think,” I told him. “Where’s the lube?”

“Straight to business, then,” he smiled. “Well, obviously not straight.”

I watched him crawl to a nightstand that was next to the bed, and he took a tube from it. He showed it to me and lay back down. He placed his foot on my crotch, giving it a light massage. “I’m curious to see how long a young stud like you will last,” he cooed.

I didn’t say a word. I grabbed him by his ankles and pulled him back to me. He let out a light laugh when I grabbed the tube from him. At least I didn’t need any instructions with this task. I knew how to handle his ass because it wasn’t any different from a female’s.

“Too slow,” he breathed, and pushed himself up to grab the tube from me. “Wrap it up. Let me deal with my end.”

I smirked at his choice of words and took my pants off. For a second, I wondered why I wasn’t bothered about any of this. I guess it really was true that I didn’t care about the looks. For a guy, this one was hot, even though he was missing a vagina. It was enough that he was a human adult, and I had his consent. What else could I need?

While I was wrapping my tool, I watched him playing with his hole. His legs were spread, and he was openly showing me how he smeared the lube all over his entrance, pushing a few fingers inside.

It was hot. It was surprisingly hot.

“I don’t want to brag, but I’ve never seduced a straight guy this fast,” he said, keeping two fingers in his own hole, rocking his hips slowly.

“Not to burst your bubble or anything, but I’ll fuck anything that stays still long enough,” I told him and grabbed his hand, pushing it out of my way. “And gives me such slutty looks.”

I didn’t wait for his reply. I grabbed my cock and moved deeper between his legs so I could massage it against him. He was breathing heavier, clearly waiting for me to enter him. Which I did. His eyes flickered and closed in pleasure, a long, content breath escaping his lips. He relaxed under me, and I couldn’t help but smile widely at his reaction. I grabbed his hips and made my way deeper in him until I hit his end.

He was tight and hot and smooth and just so fucking good. I started fucking him slowly, and he squirmed lightly under me. He placed his hands on my arms, and whenever I pushed past a certain spot in him, his nails dug into my skin. His moans were quiet at first, but soon his voice grew stronger as I started moving faster.

It was fascinating. Not only was he a good fuck, but it was beautiful to watch him. I had slept with plenty of quiet girls who had been too timid to show they liked what I was doing to them, but Nikita had no problems showing just how good he felt. I had no idea if he was just acting when he moaned ‘yes’ or ‘faster’, occasionally biting his lips, and squirming around like he couldn’t take it anymore, but seeing him like that kept me hard and full of energy. I wanted to make him show me more. I wanted to make him be even louder. I wanted to make him go crazy.

So, I fucked him with the power of a thousand virgins. I used all the pent-up energy I had gathered during all those times when I’d dreamed I had someone to share my kinks with. He loved that. I knew I wouldn’t last as long as I wished, but if I had any luck, he would let me fuck him again. And again. And then once more.

I was clearly already past the fact that he was a dude.

At some point, I pulled out of him, and he hated it. I turned him around before he had the time to complain and pulled him up on all fours in front of me. I took a good hold of his hips, thrusting back in him without a warning. Now I really was free to fuck his brains out.

“Oh, da… da…!”

I think he loved it this way as well. Maybe I did manage to drive him crazy because he wasn’t speaking English anymore. He tried but failed more often than once. I had never even realized how hot foreign languages sounded when the words were being moaned loudly in lust.

He couldn’t stay up like that for long, and he simply collapsed on the bed. I didn’t mind; I stopped only to add more lube between his amazing buttocks. Then I lay down on top of him, letting my cock sink deep in his ass, and continued pounding him. I think I found my favorite position. Now it wasn’t only his tight hole that massaged my length, it was his buttocks as well, since he kept his legs tightly together.

“Fuck, I’m in love,” I huffed, wiping off sweat. “This ass…”

“Haa… haa…” was all I got as a reply. Nikita was clutching the sheets, his knuckles white, gasping for air. I supported myself on his slim shoulders and watched his ass as I did my best to satisfy him. 

And I couldn’t stop thinking… I actually loved it… I had another man writhing in pleasure under me, and I loved it. I couldn’t rip my eyes off him. 

I had noticed the small scars he had all over his body. There were hints of bruises around his wrists, ankles, knees, elbows and neck, so someone was fucking him as well. And if he had never had to use his safe word before… I wondered how far his partners had gone with him. How much pain was he able to endure? I wasn’t that into inflicting a lot of pain, so that really wasn’t going to be an issue with me, but it was clear some of his scars were results of deeper wounds.

What kind of man was he? I was beyond curious. And I loved his ass.

“Josh… I’m… I’m…!” Nikita suddenly gasped, and I smiled.

He was coming. I could feel him trembling harder under me, so I focused on my own pleasure. I was getting close as well. I still took my sweet time before I was done, and with my final thrusts, I tried to make sure he would never forget the shape of my cock.

When I finally pulled out of him, I didn’t get off him. I placed a hand next to his head, supporting some of my weight on it, and brushed his wet hair with my free hand. “I have to admit – your ass really is made to be fucked.”

He let out a tired laugh. “Are you trying to make me hard again?”

“Not yet. Maybe later,” I said.

He tried to turn around to see my face, so I moved my hand away. “For such a young man, you clearly know what you’re doing,” he praised me.

“I’m twenty-three, so I’m technically not a teenager anymore,” I said. “And I’ve had experience.”

“I can tell,” he said, lifting his hands up on my shoulders. “Your cock is the perfect size for me.”

I laughed lightly and lay down next to him. “So, am I eligible for your little circle?”

“Yes, definitely,” he breathed out with a happy tone. “It’s been a while since I got this utterly laid.”

“Next time, I want to tie you to that chair,” I said, dreaming about that baby in the next room.

“I’d like that,” he cooed and turned to look at me, and then my lips. So, he was the cuddly type as well. I grabbed him by his hair as gently as I could and pulled him into a kiss. 

Franky, that bastard, actually did me a favor with this childish prank.