Page 11 of The Centaur’s Impulse

“No,” Dimitrios said, a note of satisfaction coloring his voice. “I didn’t think so. Most men don’t explore that part of themselves. Too much toxic masculinity, too much fear of what it might mean about their sexuality.”

He moved behind me again, and I felt the weight of his body shift as he repositioned himself. My breathing had started to normalize, but my heart was still racing. I was still bound, still exposed, still completely at his mercy. And despite the intensity of what had just happened, despite the fact that I should probably be panicking, all I could think about was what came next.

Dimitrios reached up and unhooked my hands from the headboard, supporting my body as he pulled me up on my knees and turned me around once more. I found him there, kneeling in front of me, his purple cock hard and leaking.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Would you like to?” he asked.

I looked at his cock, purple and glistening with pre-cum in the candlelight. My mouth went dry. My instincts told me this had gone too far, that I would never recover from this. But that voice was far quieter than the one that had been speaking since the moment I stepped into the bathhouse. I wanted this now. I wanted all of it.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good,” Dimitrios said, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. His touch was gentle, almost tender, which somehow made the moment feel more intimate than anything that had come before. “Let me show you how.”

He guided me forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the idea of what was about to happen. The head of his cock brushed against my lips, and I could smell him. His scent was wild and musky and filled me with a primal hunger I didn’t know I possessed.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed softly. “Don’t think about it. Just feel it.”

I parted my lips and he pushed inside, just the tip at first. It was warm and firm and tasted like salt and skin. Part of me wanted to pull back, to process what was happening, but he kept a gentle pressure on the back of my head.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “You’re doing great. Just relax your throat and let me guide you.”

I tried to follow his instructions, tried to surrender to the act the way I’d surrendered to the rope. His cock slid deeper, and I felt a flash of panic as my gag reflex kicked in. I pulled back, coughing.

“It’s okay,” Dimitrios said, his voice patient. “You’re new to this. Let’s take it slower.”

He withdrew and gave me a moment to catch my breath. When he pushed back in, I was more prepared. This time, I focused on relaxing, on breathing through my nose, on the sensation of him sliding across my tongue. It wasn’t as difficult as I’d feared, and after a few moments, I found a rhythm that worked.

“There you go,” he said, his hand stroking the side of my face. “You’re a natural. Such a good boy, taking my cock.”

The praise sent a thrill through me that I didn’t expect. I wanted to please him, wanted to do this right. I started moving with more confidence, taking him deeper, my eyes watering slightly as he filled my mouth. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on my hair tightening just slightly.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, and the raw need in his voice made my own cock twitch with renewed interest. I was still bound, still on my knees, completely vulnerable, and yet I’d never felt more wonderful.

He began to move, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts that grew gradually more intense. I gagged a few times, but I pushed through it, determined to take everything he was giving me. The silk ropes dug into my skin as I braced myself, and the sensation of being restrained while servicing him sent waves of arousal through my entire body.

“I’m close,” Dimitrios warned. “If you want to pull away, now is the time.”

But I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to see this through, wanted to taste him, wanted to prove to myself that I could do this. So I stayed where I was, my throat relaxing as he drove deeper.

When he came, it was intense and overwhelming. He filled my mouth with his release, and I swallowed instinctively, surprised by how natural it felt and how sweet his cum was as it coated my tongue. He held himself there for a moment, making sure I took everything, then slowly withdrew.

I gasped for air, my face flushed and my eyes streaming with tears. But underneath the physical sensations was something else. A sense of accomplishment, of having crossed some threshold I couldn’t uncross.

“Look at you,” Dimitrios said, tilting my chin up with one finger. He studied my face for a long moment, and I saw something shift in his expression. “You enjoyed that.”

It wasn’t a question. And I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted to.

“Y-Yes,” I admitted.

“Good,” he said. He moved away briefly and returned with a glass of water. “Drink.”

I drank gratefully, the cool water soothing my raw throat. When I finished, he took the glass away and began to work on the rope binding my wrists.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.