Page 122 of Silent Damage

“Since I introduced you to the joys of poppers, may I keep watching?” the man asks.

Jason looks at me. “Is that okay?”

I give him a thumbs up, and the guy starts jerking his cock.

Jason pumps my ass with long, deep strokes, his eyes rolling back as he uses my ass. “This feels so good,” he says, arching his back while he grips the sling chains.

I take another hit of the poppers and feel the rush. My ass is so needy, and Jason’s cock has never felt better. I start whimpering in between heavy breaths, and Jason grins. “You look so hot getting fucked on this.”

I grab his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss, and whisper, “Crush my fucking hole.”

Several other people creep over to see the show Jason and I are putting on.

I hold my knees while he pounds the hell out of me, and they start creeping closer—hovering as they stroke themselves. One attempts to touch me, but Jason slaps his hand away. “No touching,” he warns.

Jason looks at me and rests his hand on my throat. “Mine,” he growls.

I almost come right then and there. “Choke me,” I beg. “Grip my throat while you use my ass.”

Jason’s hand closes around my throat, but it’s not enough.

“Harder,” I whine. “Please…”

He squeezes his hand, giving me just enough air to breathe. “That’s it,” I gasp out. “Now fuck me harder.”

A snarl rips from his mouth. With his hand on my throat, he moves the sling and me back and forth, spearing my asshole.

The chains rattle, and the men watching moan as we pick up speed.

A bigger crowd forms—nearly a dozen guys watching. Even a few women have stopped to gawk.

I pinch both of Jason’s nipples, and he hisses.

“Pinch them harder,” he demands. “Make it hurt.”

Jason is sweating beneath the red lights, and he looks like a gladiator. His firm muscles are flexed as he grips my neck and pounds me with a demonic look on his face. “Oh, Jason…I fucking lo—“

I stop, releasing his nipples to cover my mouth with my hand, just as he comes with a wail.

Some of the men surrounding us start shooting their loads, too.

Jason releases my throat and asks, “How do you want to come, Gabe? I’ll do anything.”

All I want is for him to stay inside me, but I know he’ll get soft soon. “Rub my spot with your fingers, Jason.”

He smiles and pumps more lube onto his hand, then slides out of me. Jason inserts two fingers into my asshole and massages my prostate. “Yes!” I gasp. “More. Put three in.”

Jason slides in another finger, stretching me out in the best way possible. “More,” I yell.

His eyes widen, but he doesn’t argue. He slips a fourth finger inside me, and I moan with ecstasy. “Fuck me with all four fingers,” I grit out, and Jason starts pumping my ass with his hand.

I’m a babbling mess…screaming a mix of demands and pleas as my whole body shakes.

The crowd watches, some with their mouths ajar while others furiously masturbate. I haven’t spoken this much in front of people other than Jason in years, but I just can’t bring myself to care. It feels so good, and I’m so happy right now.

“I’m gonna come,” I shout, and Jason’s mouth envelops my cock, swallowing my load.

“Holy fuck,” I yell, my body shuddering as my release shoots into his mouth.