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There were some hair pins and ribbons in the last drawer that weren’t of much use to him now, but he had a feeling Toran would prefer he didn’t cut his hair, and that he’d be grateful for them later.

The rest of the day was spent perusing Toran’s book collection and secret magazine stash. He could read. His mother had taught him the basic standard alphabet and how the letters fit together to form words, but reading was a skill that grew with practice. The only practice Jesse had ever gotten consisted of reading signs in store windows. The magazines weren’t bad, but the books consisted of page after page of words, strung together in endless lines one on top of the other. It made his head hurt and he gained no pleasure from the few pages he managed to decipher.

He laid on the bed and thought he’d only been there for a few minutes, but when he woke the late afternoon sky was beaming through the slitted window and Toran’s boots were booming up the stairs.

A quiver of guilt ran through him when Toran opened the door to find him in bed again. It made him feel lazy and embarrassed. It drew attention to the fact that Toran had been working while Jesse had been lounging around all day. Although, what else was he expected to do?

Toran didn’t seem to notice his embarrassment. He had stopped in the doorway and his gaze was fixed on Jesse’s mouth. Belatedly, the boy realized he had never rubbed off the lipstick. The ruby red color made his already full lips look swollen. His first instinct was to cover it up, but he noticed the way arousal dilated Toran’s pupils and flared his nostrils. He liked the lipstick, liked it a lot obviously. Jesse ran his tongue carefully over his lips to make them even shinier.

It was rather like waving a red flag in front of a Bull. Toran dropped the tins he was carrying on the table and strode over to Jesse. He towered over the small boy, fisting his hand in his hair and not allowing him an inch of retreat. Jesse quivered in his hold, but he didn’t pull away.

Toran leaned down with his eyes still fixed on Jesse’s mouth. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he rasped harshly. His breath was warm on Jesse’s cheek.

“N-no.”

“Don’t wear that again until you do.”

“Okay,” Jesse whispered softly with eyes wide as saucers. The big man let him go and stood tall again. Toran had frightened him, but there was also a tiny, secret thrill that ran through him at the thought of arousing him so much that he almost lost control. With just a little red paint on his lips. Jesse wanted to smile but he didn’t.

The smell of something delicious was filling the cabin. Toran’s cock was tenting his pants. Jesse could choose to ignore it. But a good wife would reward her husband for being such a good provider...wouldn’t she? And Jesse wanted to be a good wife.

“I don’t want you to fuck me. I’m still sore, back there,” Jesse blurted out, thinking of the painful bowel movement he’d had earlier and how he’d gripped his knees and nearly cried on the toilet, “but I can do other things.”

Toran’s gaze moved speculatively over him, stopping again on his red lips.

“What things?”

“You could have my mouth.”

“Your mouth,” Toran repeated, the bulge in his pants growing even more. His eyes darkened when Jesse nodded.

“Yes. I want that,” the big man said firmly, but hurriedly, as if afraid Jesse might change his mind. “Now.”

“Okay, okay.” Jesse felt breathless and his palms were already damp. He wiped them across the thin skirt covering his thighs. The fabric was tucked between his legs and Toran’s eyes lingered on that too. “If you want to sit, on the chair. I can kneel on the floor.”

Toran seemed to like that idea, through he threw a pillow on the floor before sitting down. He sat tensely, with his arms on the armrests and his legs splayed out. The position reminded him of a king on a throne. Jesse lowered himself to his knees between the big man’s feet with his skirt bunched up around his thighs. He felt utterly intimidated. Toran’s sheer size and height was frightening enough, never mind the...other factors. Jesse’s eyes were fixed on his crotch. He could feel Toran’s on his mouth.

He tried to keep his hands from shaking as he pulled down Toran’s zipper and extracted the mammoth cock inside. He couldn't bear to look at him now, see him looking back with those all-knowing eyes.

Toran’s legs tensed and Jesse heard a sharp intake of air as his thumbs grazed sensitive flesh at the base of his now very erect penis. The boy looked at it, staring openly, and that only seemed to make it stiffen even further. Jesse was surprised by how much he actually wanted to touch it; he felt bold. It helped that he hadn't looked in Toran’s eyes.

It was so long and thick, riddled with twisting veins, and utterly unlike Jesse’s own. He breathed deeply and wrapped his fingers around the long rigid shaft, squeezing gently. He brushed the length of it with his palms, making a short jerking motion like he did with himself. It wasn’t his, though, and that was patently obvious. He had never considered the size of his own cock and how it might stack up relative to others, but now he felt shamed. He could take himself in one palm and easily jack himself off. Toran’s monster dick made his hand look positively tiny. One hand wouldn't suffice here. He couldn't get his short fingers all the way around it, so he began awkwardly stroking the length of him with both hands.

Toran had not made a sound this entire time so finally Jesse dared a glance at his face. He was looking right back at him with a dark, unreadable gaze. Jesse licked his lips and dropped his gaze. He hoped he was doing this right. He had a general idea, but had never done anything like this before. He wondered if anyone had ever done this for Toran before and how he was measuring up.

He felt awkward and embarrassed. It was strange to touch a cock that was not his. His own he was familiar with and the motion of pleasuring himself as natural as breathing. This was entirely different. He used both hands to squeeze and stroke it until Toran’s breathing become ragged. As the pace increased, his hips slowly rose to meet Jesse’s movements and moisture accumulated on the mushroomed tip. The slickness allowed him to move more easily over it.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he leaned in and lapped at the tip. His sudden aggressiveness elicited a gasping moan. The sound shot straight to Jesse’s groin. He shouldn’t have been aroused by this, he should have felt used or dirty or something, but instead he was excited to be touching Toran so intimately. And he had promised him his mouth, not his hand, and he was determined to make good on that promise.

Licking Toran’s cock to get it even more wet, he then opened his mouth as wide as he could and attempted to engulf it. His lips were stretched tautly around the plum-size head. He swallowed as much as he could but didn’t get very far before the tip touched the back of his throat and he gagged. Saliva squelched and ran out the corners of his mouth. The motion pushed his tongue tightly up against the underside. Toran growled. Jesse’s eyes flew upwards. The other man had a pained expression on his face, but Jesse knew it wasn’t pain that made him look like that.

Toran’s eyes opened unexpectedly. They were darker yet and burned with their intensity. He turned his gaze away, unable to stand that look for long. He felt seared by it, his skin hot and prickly. His own arousal almost hurt where it throbbed between his legs, hidden in the folds of his skirt.

Renewing his efforts, he moved his lips back and forth over the slick shaft. He still couldn’t get much in his mouth without gagging, but Toran wasn’t complaining. His head was back and he was groaning. Jesse’s lips tightened in as much of a smile as he could manage with his mouth full of cock. He jerked as Toran reached out and threaded his fingers through his hair. There was little warning before he used it to grip his head and hold it in place. The pain in his scalp sent shivers down Jesse’s spine.

Voraciously, he tried to devour him with his tongue and hands. It was sloppy and messy and Jesse’s drool was running down his chin as Toran lifted his hips and did his best to choke him on his fat dick. He held him by the hair and pumped his crotch against Jesse’s mouth. Jesse pushed back on his thighs to defend himself. He looked up. Toran was still watching him, his eyes burning like coal. This time Jesse didn't look away. His eyes narrowed. Defiantly, he pressed forward, gagging himself once more and letting his throat convulse around the head of Toran’s cock. He kept his eyes locked on Toran’s. Toran grunted. Jesse gagged. His mouth was suddenly full and Toran’s grip on his hair allowed him no retreat. He had to swallow quickly to keep from drowning in thick, salty semen. It was pumped into his mouth faster than he could swallow it down and Jesse felt some go up his nose and even more run down his chin. With one last upwards spasm of his hips, and one last spurt somewhere in the vicinity of Jesse’s tonsils, Toran finally released his hair. Jesse’s scalp stung. So did his eyes and nose.

He sat back on his heels and blinked up at him, still panting for breath. Toran reclined against the chair, looking both victorious and boneless. His eyes were heavy-lidded as he reached for Jesse’s hair again. His hold was different this time, not nearly as painful or aggressive, but just as dominating as he pulled Jesse’s face down to rest his cheek on his thigh. His cock was still out, though steadily softening. It shone wetly from where it lay in his lap just inches from Jesse’s nose. It should have disgusted him, but it didn’t.