Valentino

Nero whines and clenches his ass enticingly. "Please, stuff me. Please please please." He tries to hook one leg around my waist, but I grip both his thighs and push them higher up.

Fuck, it's so sexy to have him so needy for me. I may have said I don't cater to needy boys, but there's something about Nero that makes me want to give in.

So I do what any reasonable but slightly insane man would: I unwrap the condom with a viciousness that's not entirely necessary and slide it onto my cock, slicking it up.

Without warning, without any more waiting, I line up my cock with his hole and thrust inside.

Nero cries out and meets my thrust, throwing his head back in pleasure. His mouth is slightly open, sweat is building on his forehead, and I can see him swallow hard.

I memorize all these little details. I need to know what makes him tick, how to drive him absolutely wild.

"Come on, Daddy," Nero says after a moment. "Fuck me hard."

I can't help but love the way he calls me Daddy in the throes of passion. The request to fuck him hard is easy to oblige, because my cock is throbbing and I'm just as fucking needy as he is. I want more, so much more.

It's difficult at first; he's still tight, clenching around me, and I have to force my way into him. Even with the lube, it's a struggle. "When was the last time you got fucked, little cub?" I grunt as I finally bottom out inside of him and pause to give him a brief moment to get used to the feeling.

He laughs between moans. "Maybe you're just really big." He squeezes again, as if trying to draw my cock in deeper. "Fuck, that's good. Go hard, Daddy."

I roll my eyes. I'm not small, but I'm not massive, either. I definitely don't need someone to stroke my ego. I don't really care how long it's been. I'm curious, maybe, because it'd be interesting to know how often an assassin lets down his guard enough to get intimate with someone.

My partners are usually tied up, so this is nothing new.

"Won't that hurt your poor little back?" I taunt him, slowly withdrawing.

Nero whines again and tries to follow my cock. "Like it's not already hurting? Keep going, keep going."

He's going to keep me on my toes, I find myself thinking—which is ridiculous, because after we find out who set us up, we'll never see each other again.

I start to thrust, teasing him by going slowly, carefully, and it's only when his pleas get truly desperate that I give him what he wants. I start to fuck into him more intently, my hips driving my cock into him over and over. His back will be a bloody mess by the time I'm done, but he doesn't seem to care—and the scent of blood in the air only entices me further.

Fuck, how long has it been since I've been with a real painslut?

Since I've been able to let go the way I want to, without having to worry about following rules and boundaries?

Nero mewls and keeps expertly tightening his ass, getting me to the brink of orgasm faster than any other partner has in years.

Or even ever, which isn't something I'd ever admit to him—or anyone.

Maybe I just need to get out more.

I don't care about any of that, though, as I force my way into him again and again until I tense, my thrusts becoming more and more demanding—more and more erratic—and I grab his cock to pump it a few times as I spill into the condom.

Nero moans and lets go of the headboard to reach for his cock once more. I growl and grab his wrist harshly.

"No," I say, squeezing. "I'm the one who chooses when you come."

"Please, Daddy," he cries out. "Please. I'm so close."

"Good. I want you to stay close," I tell him, breathless and harsh. "I want to keep you on the edge until you can't take it anymore. Can you do that for Daddy?"

I keep stroking him, all while my balls feel like they're emptying more than they ever have. It's a shame I had to use a condom; I'd have loved to spill directly into his ass. But no. I'm acting like an idiot, but that doesn't mean I have to completely disregard my own safety.

Nero sobs and shakes his head. "No, please. Daddy, I need it." He blinks rapidly at me, and if I didn't know better, I'd say those were tears in his eyes.

"What do you need?" I demand. "Tell me exactly what you need, boy, and maybe I'll give it to you." I keep slowly stroking him, backing off every time I think he's on the verge of losing control.

It's really a fucking pity I left the remote to his shock collar in my pants pocket.

"I need to come," he whines. "Daddy, please touch me more."

I groan, and I can't stand it either. I'm starting to soften, and I want to feel his entire body plummet into the depths of sheer pleasure before I withdraw from him completely. I stroke him harder, faster, whispering, "Come, little cub. Come for Daddy."

Nero cries out and convulses, spilling all over my hand and even onto his own stomach. I can feel him squeeze even tighter around me.

If I were ten years younger, it might have been enough to get me hard all over again, but I'm pushing forty and it's not that easy anymore.

I let go of his cock and bend over him, gripping his chin and forcing a harsh kiss on him. He's still moaning, lips parted, and he offers no resistance as I plunge my tongue inside and ravage him thoroughly.

By the time I break away from the kiss, I'm having a hard time breathing. It's so much, too much. I've had some pretty good scenes at the club, but I don't usually fuck the people I play with there. I whip them, sure; I like spanking them as well. But fucking? No.

I guess the only reason I let myself go like this is because Nero is chained to my bed. It would serve me right if he managed to get free while I was taking him so hard, when my guard was down, but he just collapses back down on the bed when I pull out of him with a slight mewl of pain.

For several long moments, we're both simply panting hard, recovering.

Then Nero reaches up to scratch at his chin. "You got cum all over my face."

I blink at him, then realize I ran my cum-stained hand all over his chin and throat. "It suits you." I smirk. "I don't think this will be the last time you have cum on your face, though next time it'll probably be mine. Would you lick it away like the little slut you are?"

Nero groans and says, "Yes, Daddy."

Daddy. Damn. I can't let myself get used to it. He'll be gone in a flash when this is resolved.

But fuck, I'll enjoy it in the meantime.

"Get some rest, little cub," I tell him, standing up. "I'll send someone in to, ah, dress your wounds again."

And probably get bitched at for reopening them, but I'll take it.

It was absolutely fucking worth it.