Break my shell, p.16
Break My Shell, page 16
He knew what this was. He also knew now was his time to go for it or back out. Max would be fine with a no, Dayton was sure that would be the case. And yet after today’s events, didn’t Dayton deserve to be himself? To do exactly what he wanted with the man who wouldn’t break his trust?
He took a deep breath, nervously stuffing his hands down his pockets. He feared he’d stumble over words, but with the chaos around him, the relationship he’d formed with Max was the last stable thing in his world, and he would not be ashamed of any aspect of it.
“What are you after?” he asked softly, then cleared his throat in hope he’d sound more confident the next time he spoke.
“Nothing crazy. A blowjob and anal.”
“I don’t do anal,” he heard himself say automatically, as if reciting the words from a similar fantasy he’d written about to Max. These words would cost him a lot of trouble. Though would they really? They’d hurt his character, but he’d revel in the violence of this scene, he knew as much already.
Max licked his lips and swept his gaze up and down Dayton. “Get in.”
Dayton exhaled and leaned in, stepping into the role of the seductive guy who’d fucked too many guys to count. “You need to pay me first. I don’t give away freebies.”
Dayton’s heart was already pounding like mad, the immersion into his fantasy somehow made complete by the empty parking lot, the whispering trees, and the chill in the air. Max groaned, but opened his wallet and passed Dayton a twenty with an expectant look.
“Do well and I might just tip.”
Dayton grinned, and it came to him easier than he imagined. The note went into his pocket, and he walked around the car to sit next to Max. It was his own vehicle, and he knew it by heart, but the presence Max exuded somehow made the interior dangerous and foreign. Dayton put his hand on Max’s thigh and rubbed it, wondering at just how muscular and hard it was. God, Max was the hottest guy who’d ever lived.
The sound of Max opening the zipper in his jeans had Dayton salivating like Pavlov’s dog. Max pulled out his slowly hardening cock without any foreplay and sat back, sliding his hand to Dayton’s nape.
Dayton barely held back a purr of pleasure and moved as directed, his hands already untangling Max’s balls from the cotton underwear, so that they too could get the attention they deserved. And he could get his tip.
The scent of musk, a little bit of fresh sweat, and clean clothes filled his senses, and he groaned, tugging on the cock until it was just stiff enough to stand upright as he teased it with his tongue.
“Stop slacking,” Max whispered. “Suck it. I didn’t pay for a handjob.”
Dayton frowned at him. “If you wanted it to be quick, you should have said so,” he told him, but a job was a job, no matter how pleasing it was, and he dove right in, sucking half the length into his mouth. Max’s taste, pleasantly salty, spread across his tongue, and he relaxed his throat, bobbing his heat and focusing on the way the stiffening cock felt sandwiched between his palate and tongue.
But that didn’t seem to be enough for Max either. He pulled on Dayton’s nape and forced him off the cock. “Christ, one thing worse than a hooker who doesn’t do anal is a hooker who thinks he’s a smartass. Now lick my balls clean.” His breaths were heavy, making Dayton want to have a peek under his sweatshirt, at the muscles that were rising and falling underneath the fabric.
Dayton groaned and rolled his eyes. Somehow, in character, this kind of behavior came to him naturally, because it wasn’t really him arguing with a client over an erect cock or getting paid for sex. “Should have said so. I’m not a mind reader.”
“Watch that fucking mouth!” Max slapped his cheek unexpectedly, still holding Dayton’s nape in a tight grip, but it wasn’t anywhere as painful as it was shocking.
Dayton stiffened, and so did his cock. Opening his mouth wider, he looked between the delicious, fat balls and Max’s cruel eyes. The duality of emotion triggered by this scene was making him shockingly receptive to the hard touch at his nape. “I think we’re done here.”
The way Max’s nostrils flared reminded Dayton of a bull about to charge. “First you say you don’t do anal, and now you don’t even wanna get me off?” His hand slipped to Dayton’s throat the moment he tried to back off. “You’re not going anywhere until you’re dripping with my spunk.”
Dayton reached into his pocket and tossed the bank note into Max’s face, slipping out of his grasp. “Find someone else,” he said breathlessly, already reaching for the door handle. He managed to push the door open but was pulled right back in when Max yanked on the back of his jacket.
“You’re denying me?” Max growled into his ear, but when Dayton opened his lips, Max pushed a ball of cloth into Dayton’s mouth.
Even knowing it was a scene, the raw strength and Max’s aggressive energy were making Dayton’s adrenaline spike like crazy. Just as he wanted to push the gag out with his tongue, Max fastened it with a wide piece of string.
Dayton kicked open the door and pulled, both desperate to get away from Max’s bruising grip and eager to feel the thick fingers clutching at his body. The combination had him flying high already, but he twisted out of Max’s hands, only to be harshly pulled back by the hair.
Fear climbed into his stomach and pulled at his balls all at the same time.
He pushed back at Max, but it only meant that Max grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back. Max must have leaned over the transmission, because Dayton managed to pull closer to the open door, only to be thrust down. Max pulled on Dayton’s other arm, and despite Dayton putting up a struggle, Max still managed to cuff him. The clicking sound of the buckle was so final Dayton could barely catch a breath.
“Now we’ll have some fun,” Max said between one ragged breath and another, pulling his weight up.
Dayton couldn’t see him in the position he was in, facing the door, but just knowing that Max was fighting him this way with a hard cock still sticking out from his open jeans made Dayton’s imagination run wild. After all, the fantasy Dayton had written about was one thing, but now that they were enacting it, it was already slightly off script, as if it were a reflection in a carnival mirror.
His body shook violently, as if he really were afraid of what was going to happen to him. If this were a real-life situation, he’d try to negotiate, but with the gag in his mouth, that just wasn’t an option anymore. He was at Max’s mercy, vulnerable and too weak to successfully confront him. How would Max orchestrate the scene from now on? There were so many delicious possibilities. Would he fuck Dayton in the car or drag him into the grass?
“First, we’ll go for a ride to where no one can hear your whining. I didn’t drive all the way here to have a little cunt like you not give me what I want.”
Dayton looked back at Max with his heart rattling in his chest, but then the world went black when Max pulled the beanie Dayton had been wearing over his eyes.
Dayton whined, thrashing in the seat, but Max twisted his hand in his hoodie to keep him in place. He couldn’t put a finger on why the fear raging inside him made him so hot for Max, but it did, and he was already dreaming of that amazing cock pushing past his lips, forcing him to take it.
When once again he tried to shift away, Max pulled him back and buckled him up in the seat. Max slammed the car door to Dayton’s side shut, and as he leaned over to do that, he put his hand on Dayton’s thigh, making it go aflame with excitement. Max was hot on an everyday basis, but when he turned into this monster, he was a blazing inferno that made Dayton salivate, go hard, and think of him only.
Max started the car. The inability to see where they were going only added to Dayton’s anxiety, to his confusion, pushed him into character. It was a bit like an out-of-body experience where his mind knew it was all a game for his own pleasure, but his body still sweated, his heart rattled, and his fingers trembled. And yet his mind was aware enough of the reality of what was happening to send so much arousal coursing through his veins that his cock was already aching in his jeans.
He whimpered and shifted in the seat, shivering when the denim clung to his stiff dick, squeezing it in the best way possible. His skin burned, and the car shaking over uneven ground made Dayton squeeze his buttocks in expectation. What would Max do to him?
The drive felt like forever, and Max sometimes reached between Dayton’s legs, fondling his junk as if he had the God-given right to.
“I bet you spread your legs for other guys, but you thought you could be lazy with me,” Max said and chuckled. “No such luck, you slut. I get what I deserve.”
Dayton whined and tried to roll away from him, but Max grabbing him by the throat made him freeze in place and breathe through his nose only. The inside of his skull was boiling already, and the play hadn’t even properly started yet.
“I’ll take my time with you as well. And you won’t be fucking charging me by the hour.”
The car stopped, and Max pulled his hand away. Without another word, Max must have exited, judging by the slamming of the car door, and before Dayton knew it, the door on his side opened.
Dayton curled up, facing away from it, and even though he knew nothing bad would happen, his instincts still warned him of impending pain. Max’s fingers traced Dayton’s bottom lip. There was no escaping from the touch.
“Let’s go, sweetheart. Can’t wait to drive my cock into that tight little hole you keep shut for clients.” Max unbuckled Dayton’s seatbelt, and pulled him out by the arm.
Dayton cried out and tried to run, but Max effortlessly pushed him against the side of the car, making a point of just holding him there for a few seconds, as if to make it clear just how much of an advantage he had over Dayton.
Not being able to see anything but snatches of light getting through the thick beanie, was only heightening the sense of confusion that had Dayton’s other senses on full alert.
“Walk,” Max said and pushed him forward. “I’m not gonna carry you, princess.”
Dayton tried to make sense of his surroundings, and not being able to see made him hypersensitive. The ground was soft under his feet, and he could distinctly sense the undergrowth keeping him from sinking into the mud. There had to be no trees ahead, because Max wasn’t guiding him all that much. A meadow? The ground was becoming tilted, so they had to be on a small hill.
He couldn’t help the sweat building up on his back each time he took a step. Any moment, he could stumble and roll off the hill, break his neck or hurt himself by falling on a stone or sharp piece of wood. Each step was made with expectation of falling, so he braced his shoulders and choked on air. He wished he could run away, but with the ground so uneven, he did not dare to stray away from Max.
“This way,” Max said once the ground became more even at last. He grabbed the back of Dayton’s jacket, shoved him to the side, and urged him forward while holding onto him, as if Dayton were nothing but a puppet in Max’s hands.
Dayton found it difficult to focus when Max’s hand rubbed against his ass. The thick fingers slid between Dayton’s legs, as if Max were too horny to wait with the molesting until they reached their destination. When the thick seam rubbed against Dayton’s balls, he couldn’t help but whimper. With Max’s hand securely on his arm, Dayton made a sudden dash forward, trusting Max to catch him, were he to run into something dangerous. The sense of weightlessness it gave him was so overwhelming he wished he could stay in Max’s care like this forever. The fresh, crisp air made breathing easy despite the thick gag in his mouth.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Max slapped his ass and pulled him back with so much ease Dayton could hardly breathe. Dayton wasn’t tiny, yet in Max’s grip, he was helpless. That feeling, combined with the knowledge that Max wouldn’t actually hurt him, was a concoction Dayton couldn’t resist.
No matter how much Greg and his friends had humiliated Dayton, no matter how many years he had spent denying his most prominent fantasies, the kind of treatment Max offered him was exactly what he craved with his whole being. He didn’t even try to analyze it like he had in the past. Dirty words, humiliation, and a particular brand of violence turned him on. It was as simple as that.
“I think we’re far enough,” Max said and pulled the beanie off Dayton’s eyes. The bright light made him blink, but the sheer peace of the small clearing between thick trees made Dayton’s heart calm down somewhat. It must have rained not that long ago, because the air was damp and smelled of mushrooms and undergrowth. The moss had a shockingly green color in contrast to the array of autumnal shades on the trees, which were still thickly coated with leaves.
They were completely alone here.
Max smirked and unzipped Dayton’s jeans unceremoniously. “No one will hear you here, so I will remove your gag. But if you yell, I’ll still slap you. Understood?” The question came as he pushed Dayton’s jeans just low enough to expose his ass and let out the painfully stiff cock. His erection was like a banner of shame in itself.
Dayton squeezed his thighs and hunched forward, wishing the saliva-soaked gag out already, so he could negotiate.
“Good,” Max said and untied the piece of string that had been holding the gag in place. When he pulled out the ball, the relief was so intense that for a while Dayton didn’t even want to talk and just raised one shoulder, massaging his jaw with it where he ached.
“I-I’m sorry. I will suck you off. I was dumb and disrespectful,” he said in the end, appealing to Max’s pride. His character hoped Max would be too pumped out to fuck his virgin ass later, but Dayton secretly wanted the big dick to spear him in half.
Max had that self-satisfied smile on his face as he dragged Dayton closer to a thick fallen tree covered in moss. “Oh, now you want to suck? You better beg for it, go on. Tell me how much you want my cum sliding down your throat.”
Hearing Max say all the dirty words was one thing, but uttering them himself, even if in character, was another. Just the prospect of being forced to say them already had Dayton’s cheeks burning.
He took a deep breath through his nose and looked to his feet, unable to force the words out at first. Then again, his character was a prostitute. He likely had no qualms like that, and filth slowly curled over Dayton’s tongue. “I am going to suck your balls dry,” he said in the quietest whisper.
Max’s pupils got wider as he sat down on the fallen tree, already unzipping his pants. He wasn’t holding Dayton in place and casually gestured for him to come closer. As if his rule over the situation was so absolute he didn’t have to worry about his captive trying to run. Max knew he’d catch Dayton if he did.
“Tell me how much you want to.”
Dayton exhaled and dropped to his knees, right where he stood, onto the damp moss. His dick swung in the cool air, stiff as ever, and arousal clouded his brain, making the line between the real Dayton and Dayton the rentboy disappear. “I didn’t have any breakfast. I’m so hungry I’ll take your whole load. Please, feed it to me.”
Max’s nostrils flared, and he pulled his cock out of his jeans, slowly pumping it in his hand. It was no less hard than when Dayton had sucked on it half an hour ago. “Oh, yes. That’s more like it. Come closer, slut.” And when Dayton did, Max trailed his cockhead over Dayton’s lips, leaving his precum behind like lip gloss. “Lick it.”
Dayton shuddered but obediently opened his mouth and rubbed the smooth surface of Max’s cockhead with his tongue. Excitement showered his whole body, and he couldn’t stop himself. He looked up into Max’s handsome face. He was gloriously imposing when he sat with his legs spread, as if he lived to be serviced by others on their knees.
Max groaned in pleasure. “That’s it. Get those cocksucking lips around it. I bet your ass is already clenching tight in hope that I will actually fuck it.”
Dayton’s hole burned with heat, but he whimpered and rubbed his nose over the underside of Max’s dick. “No... please, don’t. I will be a good cocksucker. I promise.”
Max’s smug smile was yet another turn-on. A man so confident, so full of himself, so completely in control… such a fucking douche Dayton could hardly bear it, and yet this was it, this was his guilty pleasure. The role Max played was the kind of man who got Dayton hot and bothered even though he knew how bad it would have been to date anyone like that. So Dayton never had. And now he had the best of both worlds. A man he could trust, a man who helped him up when he was down, and a man who would call him names and fuck him senseless.
“Go on then, open up that tight throat to me.” Max pulled Dayton closer by the hair.
He sobbed from the emotion that suddenly overcame his body, but he did as he was told and accepted the stiff prick, relaxing his jaw as it went in deep, teasing the edge of his throat when he tightened his lips over it, starting to suck.
Max let out a low moan. “That’s it. That’s what I’m talking about. Ass up. I wanna see it when I fuck your mouth,” he said, but didn’t wait for Dayton to comply. He forced Dayton’s head to stay still as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deep into Dayton’s throat.
Dayton gave a choked gasp, which was stifled the moment Max prevented him from breathing. With his hands cuffed at the back, submissive on his knees and with such strong hands holding him down, he had no chance to defend himself, and his eyes watered from the sheer helplessness.
Max bowed over him, starting the assault on Dayton’s mouth. He used it at the pace he wanted to, and the position only made Dayton feel like his ass was on show for anyone to see. Even like this though, with his adrenaline spiking, with air being hard to come by, he couldn’t help but be aroused by the strong, tattooed man above him, whose Texan accent sent shivers down his spine.
Max’s breath was shallow as he spoke. “That’s it, hungry boy, drool all over my dick. You love it, don’t you? You want it to cream your mouth. Tell me.” He pulled his cock out, but didn’t loosen the grip on Dayton’s head.
