Page 75 of Love Language

Open them.

G was pulled between fear and need, the conflicting tensions driving him higher. Tentatively, he peeled back the fabric, making sure not to dislodge the jockstrap underneath that tethered M’s dick in place. At last, the fabric rested below the delicious length, so large on M’s small frame.

G was staring at his nephew’s cock.

M stroked himself, hands running over the bluish veins and angry, red tip, bending his cock until it was completely erect. It looked exactly like a biological dick, indistinguishable in the fantasy.

Saliva pooled in G’s mouth, even as he pulled back and hunched his shoulders, making himself small. He wanted to touch, and he knew it was forbidden.

Suck me, M commanded. The sign was graphic, a greedy mouth approaching a dick.

G looked up helplessly. I can’t.

You can.

I can’t. G shook his head. I don’t know how! he finally burst out.

M’s devious grin grew. Don’t worry. All you have to do is follow my instructions.

M dragged G’s head forward, both hands fisted in his hair. It hurt when he complied, and even more when he struggled.

“Open,” he voiced. G jumped at the sound.

Greg never wanted or expected Marco to voice, but when he chose to use his slightly flat speech like this, another tool in his arsenal of dominance, it turned him inside out.

He opened his mouth, helpless to do anything else.

I don’t know what to do, he signed again.

M dragged the back of his first two fingers twice across his own cock, the sign lewd in its placement. Lick.

G started licking. He both hated and loved the feeling of that thick cock in his mouth, the silky softness and the hardness beneath. The taste was slightly plasticky, but he was close enough to smell M’s own scent.

He licked up higher, pressed harder with his tongue so that M would feel it, be pleased with him, wanting and not wanting it at the same time.

M’s hand in his hair loosened, pulling him back. Is that good enough, M? He asked, his persona praying that it would be enough.

M laughed aloud, a harsh, dark sound. Not even close. I said suck.

He opened his mouth and then closed it, hesitant to make that first move. M had no such reservations.

He tightened his hand again in G’s hair, the pain flashing through G like lightning. Then, he pulled him forward, holding him in place while he thrust inside.

Greg knew how to deep throat, but he didn’t apply any of that finesse this time. In his innocent persona, he gagged and shuddered, sucking sloppily and trying awkwardly to please M while he fucked his mouth.

He felt gloriously abused, taking whatever he was given without any ability to refuse. His jaw ached and his neck was bent at an awkward angle. The tears that streamed down his face were a mix of pain and joy.

At last and too soon, M pulled away. G struggled to catch his breath, struggled to put himself back together.

M didn’t give him a chance, though. Dragging mercilessly up and down G’s cock, he pushed G back with his other hand. It looks like you’re enjoying this, Uncle G.

G felt his face heat with shame. Did I do OK? Is that it? he asked, knowing that it wouldn’t be enough and hoping that it would be at the same time.

You did very well. For a first time.

G’s eyes opened in shock. This was going to happen again? So, are we done, now? he asked hopefully, dripping and panting in need.

Oh, no. I haven’t come yet.