Chapter 3: Rising Action
Rizly took some Iter's drops of semen on finger, and put it in Iter's mouth.
"Let's compare, what is more tasty: your seed, or mine?" Rizly put Iter on knees, and roughly put his dick deep inside Iter's mouth.
“Suck it,” he demanded, his voice a low growl.
Iter moaned around Rizly's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down Rizly's spine. He could feel the heat of Iter's mouth, the wetness of his tongue as it swirled around the head of his dick.
Rizly gripped Iter's hair, his fingers tangling in the dark locks as he guided Iter's movements. "Deeper," he commanded, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock further into Iter's throat.
Iter gagged, but he didn't pull away.
Instead, he relaxed his throat, taking Rizly's cock even deeper. Rizly's breath hitched, his hips stuttering as the sensation of Iter's mouth enveloping him completely sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.
"Fuck," Rizly cursed, his voice a low groan. He could feel the tightness of Iter's throat around him, the heat of his mouth, the slickness of his tongue. It was almost too much, too intense. But he wanted more. He always wanted more.
He began to move his hips, fucking Iter's mouth with slow, steady thrusts.
Iter's eyes watered, but he didn't look away, didn't break the intense eye contact they shared. Rizly could see the challenge in Iter's gaze, the defiance that dared him to push further, to take more. And so he did.
He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Iter's hands, still bound by the cuffs, gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on. Rizly could feel the tension in Iter's body, the fight to submit, to yield to the pleasure and the pain.
Rizly put out the dick for a while.
"There, take my huge balls in your perfect mouth".
Rizly commanded as he moved slightly away from Iter's throat, giving him some relief. He adjusted his stance, giving Iter better access to his heavy balls.
Iter, with a glance up at Rizly, took the heavy orbs into his mouth. He sucked and licked at them, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. Rizly watched, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he looked down at the sight of Iter worshipping his balls.
"Good boy," Rizly praised, his voice husky with desire.
He could feel the heat of Iter's mouth, the wetness of his tongue as it worked over his sensitive skin. He let his head fall back, his eyes closing as he savored the sensation.
Iter moved his head in slow, deliberate circles, his tongue tracing the veins and ridges of Rizly's balls. He could feel the tremors running through Rizly's body, the tightening of his muscles as he fought to control himself. It was a heady feeling, knowing that he had this effect on the Duke.
Rizly's hands moved to Iter's head, his fingers tangling in his hair again.
Suddenly, Rizly switch on rough, strict thrusts in Iter's mouth. Rizly put his dick deep, and pull it back for a moment.Then repeat.
Again and again, Rizly fed Iter his dick, pushing deep into his throat, then pulling out to the tip before plunging back in. The rhythm was brutal, undeniably rough, and it sent a thrill of power coursing through Rizly's veins. He could see the tears streaming down Iter's face, could hear the desperate, choked sounds he made, but he never let up, never stopped.
"You like that, don't you?" Rizly panted, his eyes locked onto Iter's.
"I hope you will enjoy my taste~" Rizly said. Rizly dick started to release his sperm in Iter's mouth. Rizly wanted to be sure if Iter eat whole amount of Rizly's seed.
He did not stop thrusting his hips, not slowing down until the very last drop of his cum had been drained into Iter's mouth. Only then did he pull out, his cock glistening with his seed and Iter's saliva.
"Swallow," Rizly commanded, his voice hoarse with desire and satisfaction.
Iter hesitated for a moment, his eyes watering as he looked up at Rizly, his chest heaving with exertion. Rizly could see the defiance in his gaze, the challenge that dared him to make Iter do something he did not want to do.
Rizly's lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.
"I said, swallow. All of it." His voice was a low growl, a dark promise of what would come if Iter disobeyed.
Iter hesitated for a moment longer, his gaze locked onto Rizly's. Then, with a soft sigh, he swallowed, his throat working to take down every last drop of Rizly's cum. Rizly watched, his eyes never leaving Iter's, as he saw the other man's Adam's apple bob up and down, saw the way he tried to hide the shudder that ran through him as he tasted Rizly's seed.
"Good boy," Rizly praised, his voice rough with satisfaction.
Rizly slapped Iter's cheeks with hid half-hard dick, smearing remains of his sperm on Iter's face. It was perfect view: fully obeyd Iter with half-opened mouth and face, covered by Rizly's seed.
Rizly reached out, his fingers gently touching Iter's chin, tilting his head up to look at him. "Much better," he said, his voice a low, approving murmur. "Now, tell me, which do you prefer? Yours or mine?"
Iter's eyes met Rizly's, his gaze steady despite the tears that still lingered in them. He licked his lips, tasting the remnants of Rizly's cum, and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Yours," he admitted. "I never tasted something so...
intoxicating." Iter's smile widened, a taunting glint in his eyes as he looked up at Rizly. "Now, what's next, Duke? You haven't shown me all of your...unique ways yet."
Rizly felt a dark thrill run through him at Iter's words. He had expected resistance, defiance, but what he got was a challenge, a dare that he couldn't refuse. He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous. "You're right. I haven't."
He released Iter's chin, his fingers trailing down to brush against Iter's chest, his thumb tracing the line of his collarbone.
"I think we can move on to the main course of our passion night~" Rizly said.