Chapter 4: Climax
"Now, how about finally have the main course?" Rizly ask, smiling. He pulled Iter on his back, put Iter's legs on Rizly's shoulders, and roughly entered Iter with huge dick.
Iter gasped, his back arching off the desk as Rizly's massive cock filled him completely. He could feel the incredible stretch, the burning sensation as his body adapted to the intrusion. His hands, still bound by the cuffs, gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on.
Rizly paused for a moment, giving Iter time to adjust to the size of him. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, his eyes filled with concern.
Iter nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," he managed to choke out. "Just... give me moooore~". Last words were said with low moan. Iter was so pleased and needy, so he started pushing himself against Risly's dick.
He wanted to be fucked hard, he wanted Rizly to show him no mercy. Iter let out a low moan, his hips meeting Rizly's thrusts with equal force. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, the ragged breaths and desperate moans.
Rizly's grip on Iter's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move faster, harder. He could feel the tightness of Iter's body around him, the heat that seemed to be melting him from the inside out. He wanted more, he always wanted more.
Rizly run his hand along Iter's skinny body. Iter's small, but hard abs looks so cute, but manly at the same time. Rizly pinched Iter's left nipple.
"You're so sensitive, aren't you?" Rizly said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
"Yeah, I guess so," Iter panted, his body squirming beneath Rizly's touch.
Rizly ran his hand down Iter's torso, feeling the sweat that had formed on his skin from their intense session. He gripped Iter's cock in his hand, giving it a rough squeeze. "You're hard again," Rizly observed, a low chuckle escaping his lips.
Iter's hips bucked against Rizly's hand, chasing the sensation.
"I hope you are going to dry me off totally this night ~" Iter said. Rizly's hand tightened around Iter's cock, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the small office. Rizly's eyes were locked onto Iter's, their gazes clashing with a mix of challenge and desire.
"And who says I will? Maybe I'll leave you like this, desperate and needy, until you beg me for more." Rizly's voice was a low growl, a threat and a promise all at once.
Iter's breath hitched, his hips stuttering as he tried to chase the sensation of Rizly's hand on his cock.
"You wouldn't—
"
Rizly's lips curled into a wicked smile, his grip on Iter's cock tightening. "Wouldn't I? Who knows, maybe I'm enjoying this game of cat and mouse a little too much to let it end so soon."
Iter's eyes flashed with defiance, but Rizly could see the way his body responded to the threat, could feel the way his cock twitched in his hand. He knew Iter was enjoying this, enjoyed the power play, the dance of dominance and submission.
"Tell me about your other sensitive parts, so I can make our ride more intense ~" Rizly whispering on Iter's ear.
Iter groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with Rizly's thrusts. "My inner thighs... and my neck..."
Rizly's free hand trailed down Iter's inner thigh, squeezing and caressing the sensitive skin. "Like this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Iter let out a low moan, his legs spreading wider to give Rizly better access. "Yes... yes, just like that..."
Rizly's hand moved to Iter's neck, his fingers gently grasping and squeezing the soft flesh. "And this?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Rizly bite Iter's neck, leaving a big bite mark, and licking this part of skin.
Iter moaned loudly, his body writhing under Rizly. "Fuck, that's so good!" he cried out.
Rizly smirked, looking up at Iter with dark, lustful eyes. He nipped at Iter's neck again, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh.
Iter's body bucked against Rizly, his hips thrusting against the desk, trying to get more friction. "Yes, yes, I do!" he panted.
Rizly's hand moved back down to Iter's inner thigh, his fingers tracing delicate patterns against the sensitive skin.
Suddenly, Rizly pulled off his dick from Iter's hole.
"What?" Iter asked, confused.
Rizly chuckled, a dark sound that echoed in the small office. "Not yet," he said, his voice low and commanding. "I want to make you beg for it first."
Iter's eyes flashed with defiance, but Rizly could see the need in them, the desperation that was bubbling just beneath the surface. "I won't beg," Iter said, his voice steady despite the breathless quality of it. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice a low promise.
Rizly roughly entered Iter again, but immediately pulled away his cock, making Iter moaning becouse of emptying.
"Please, don't tease me like that," Iter begged, his voice desperate.
Rizly smiled, a wicked, satisfied smile. He had won their little game of cat and mouse. "Beg for it, Iter," he commanded, his voice low and harsh.
Iter looked up at Rizly, his eyes filled with a mixture of need and frustration. "Please, Rizly, I beg you. Fuck me," he said, his voice soft and pleading.
Rizly's cock throbbed at the sound of Iter's begging. He thrust his hips forward, burying himself deep inside Iter's tight hole.
"Just imagine: I fuck you as hard and passionate in front of the crowd of prisoners of the Fortress of Meropide. On the boxing ring. Your moans echoing at boxing stadium. And you begging me fuck you harder~" Rizly said with low voice.
Iter's eyes widened in surprise, but the lust and excitement in his gaze told Rizly that the thought excited him.
"You want to be fucked in public,Iter?" Rizly asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Yes," Iter panted, his hips bucking against Rizly's. "I want everyone to see how good you make me feel."
Rizly chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Iter's spine. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Iter was so overwhelmed with his imagination, Rizly's huge cock and his hands on Iter's chest, so Iter felt he is about to cum.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" Iter cried out, his body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over him.
Rizly's hands tightened on Iter's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pistoned into him with a brutal force. "Cum for me, Iter," Rizly growled, his voice a low rumble. "Let me feel you come around my cock."
Iter let out a long, low moan, his body convulsing as he came, his cock twitching and pulsing with release.
While Iter was coming, Rizly left the final deep bite mark on Iter's shoulder, pushed his dick as deep in Iter's hole, as he could, and come too.
He could feel the warmth of his own seed filling Iter's insides and the pulsing of Iter's cock around his fingers.
Iter's breath was coming short and sharp, and he was twitching and shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Rizly looked down at him with a sense of satisfaction. He loved the look of a man under his control, the way they shuddered and gasped and begged for more.
Rizly pulled out slowly, savoring the tightness of Iter's hole around his dick. His seed leaked out, dripping down onto the desk below them.
Rizly looked down at the mess they had made and felt a sense of primal satisfaction. He had claimed this man, marked him, made him his own.
He reached down and untied the cuffs around Iter's wrists, rubbing the raw skin gently. "There you go," he murmured. "You did well tonight."
Iter flexed his wrists, wincing slightly at the pain. He looked up at Rizly, his eyes filled with a mixture of exhaustion and defiance. "I told you I wouldn't beg," he said, his voice low.
Rizly smiled, a slow, wicked smile.
"But you did" Rizly loughed. "You was such a submissive bottom! I like it".
I won't be able to give you a better reward for your obedience, Rizly thought.
"Clean up," Rizly said, his voice low and commanding. "And don't forget to clean the desk too."
Iter looked up at Rizly, his eyes filled with confusion and a hint of defiance. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Rizly's eyebrows shot up. "Don't play innocent now. You know exactly what I mean. Clean up the mess we made."
Iter's eyes widened in realization, and a blush spread across his cheeks.
He had been so caught up in the moment, he had forgotten about the mess they had made. He slowly got to his feet, his body aching from their intense session.
"Yes, Sir," he murmured, his voice soft. He looked around the room, taking in the evidence of their passion - the overturned chair, the stained desk, the scattered papers. He began to clean up, his movements slow and deliberate. He picked up the chair and set it upright, then started gathering the scattered papers, his eyes downcast.
Rizly watched Iter as he cleaned, his eyes tracing the lines of his back, the curve of his ass.
"After you finish, you will clean me too~" Rizly grinned.
Iter looked up, meeting Rizly's gaze, a hint of rebellion flashing in his eyes. "What if I don't want to?" he challenged.
Rizly's smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Oh, but you will. Remember, in this fortress, you do as you're told." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "And right now, I'm telling you to clean me."
Iter's breath hitched, and a shiver ran down his spine. He held Rizly's gaze for a moment longer before dropping his eyes.
"Yes, Sir," he murmured, submitting to the command.
Iter finished cleaning the office, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid any more accidents. He righted the chair, gathered the scattered papers, and tossed them into the wastebasket. He then turned his attention to the desk, moving the lamp and other items to a nearby table to reveal the full extent of the mess they had made.
Rizly watched him work, his eyes tracing the lines of Iter's body as he moved. He appreciated the care and thoroughness with which Iter cleaned, and he found himself growing hard again as he watched.
Iter finished cleaning the room, and went closer to Rizly. "How I need to clean you?" Iter asked, his voice soft and submissive. He looked up at Rizly, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Rizly smirked, his eyes darkening with desire. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Iter complied without hesitation, lowering himself to the cold floor beside Rizly's desk. He looked up at Rizly, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Rizly walked over to the desk, his eyes locked onto Iter. He picked up a small, soft cloth and a bottle of warm water.
"Use just your tongue, boy~" Rizly said.
Iter looked up at Rizly, his eyes wide and nervous. He had never done this before, and the thought of pleasing Rizly in such an intimate way made him both excited and anxious.
Rizly held the bottle of water while Iter took the cloth from him, his hands shaking slightly. He started with Rizly's legs, gently cleaning the sweat and dirt that had accumulated during their intense session. Iter's tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on Rizly's skin, and he found himself enjoying the task more than he expected.
Iter cleaned the hard Rizly's muscles, abs, finally reached Rizly's groin.
He hesitated for a moment, looking up at Rizly with apprehension.
"You're doing great, Iter," Rizly encouraged, his voice low and reassuring.
Iter took a deep breath and continued his task, his tongue licking and cleaning every inch of Rizly's skin. He was surprised to find that he enjoyed the taste of Rizly, the scent of their mixed sweat and semen. It was intimate and raw, and it made him feel connected to Rizly in a way he never had with anyone else.
Rizly watched Iter as he worked, his eyes filled with pride and desire.
He had known Iter would be a quick learner, but he had not expected the young man to take to this task with such enthusiasm.
Iter finished cleaning Rizly's groin and looked up at him, a soft smile on his lips. "I think I'm done," he said, his voice low and submissive.
Rizly smiled, his eyes never leaving Iter's. "Good boy," he praised. "But there's still something missing, isn't there?"
Iter's cheeks flushed, and he looked down, avoiding Rizly's gaze. "Yes, Sir," he admitted.
Rizly grabbed Iter's hair, making Iter opened his mouth, and enter them with his dick.
"Clean my shaft!" Rizly demanded.
Iter did as he was told, his tongue swirling around the shaft of Rizly's cock, cleaning every inch. He could taste the remnants of their combined pleasure, the saltiness of their sweat mingling with the musky taste of Rizly's seed. He could feel the soft, silky skin of Rizly's cock slide against his tongue, the hardness of his length pressing into the roof of his mouth.
Rizly groaned, his hips thrusting forward slightly, pushing himself deeper into Iter's mouth.
"That's it, boy," he praised, his voice a low growl. "Take it all."
Iter gagged slightly, but he pushed past the initial discomfort, taking Rizly's cock as deep as he could. He could feel the head of Rizly's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he swallowed, the action sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through him.
He looked up at Rizly, his eyes watering slightly, and he was surprised to see the other man watching him with a look of pure lust and satisfaction.
"Good boy," Rizly murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"You take cock like a natural."
Iter moaned around Rizly's shaft, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through the Duke. He could feel Iter's tongue swirling around him, licking and sucking every inch of his sensitive flesh. He flexed his hips, fucking Iter's mouth slowly, giving him a taste of what was to come.
Iter's eyes watered, and his nose wrinkled slightly as he took more of Rizly into his mouth. He could feel the Duke's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he swallowed, trying to take more.
"Take care of my balls, good boy~" Rizly reminds Iter.
Iter eagerly obliged, his tongue swirling around Rizly's heavy orbs, licking and sucking them gently. Rizly let out a low groan, his hips thrusting slightly, giving Iter better access.
"That's it, boy. You're a natural at this. Who knew you had such a talent for pleasing me?" Rizly praised, his voice a low rumble.
Iter looked up at Rizly, his eyes shining with pride and pleasure. He loved hearing Rizly's praise, loved knowing that he was pleasing him.
Rizly was near to come. He grabs Iter's hair braid, and started to stick Iter's mouth on Rizly's dick faster and faster.
"Swallow it, you slut! Take all of me down your throat!" Rizly snarled.
Iter gagged and tried to pull away, but Rizly held him in place with an iron grip. He could feel Rizly's cock hitting the back of his throat, could taste the precum leaking from the tip. He swallowed reflexively, trying to ease the sensation.
Rizly's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips thrusting faster and deeper into Iter's mouth. "That's it, you little whore. Take it all." His voice was a low, guttural growl, filled with need and desire.
Iter's eyes watered, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose. He could feel Rizly's cock swelling in his mouth, could taste the salty tang of his precum.
He knew Rizly was close, could feel the tension in his body as he thrust into Iter's mouth with brutal force. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He wanted to make Rizly come, wanted to feel the hot, thick spurt of his seed down his throat.
Rizly's hips stuttered, his body tensing as he came closer to the edge.
He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the pleasure coiling in his lower belly. He looked down at Iter, his eyes dark with lust and possession. "You're going to take every fucking drop, aren't you, boy?" he growled.
Iter nodded, his eyes watering from the intensity of Rizly's thrusts. He took a deep breath, relaxing his throat and opening himself up to Rizly's invading cock. Rizly groaned, his fingers tightening in Iter's hair as he felt Iter's submission.
"That's it, you filthy little slut," Rizly snarled.
The first hot spurt of Rizly's come hit the back of Iter's throat, and he gagged, struggling to swallow around the thick, pulsing cock. But he knew what Rizly wanted, what Rizly needed. So, he relaxed his throat and took it all, every last drop, his eyes streaming with tears as he did.
Rizly growled, his hips stuttering as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his cock twitching and pulsing deep in Iter's throat.
"You are definitely the best cock-cleaner in the Fortress of Meropide" Rizly said. "Maybe I need to hire you~".
Rizly grabbed Iter's chin, making Iter look at Rizly's eyes, and kissed him passionately.
Iter melted into the kiss, his body relaxing against Rizly's. He could taste himself on Rizly's lips, the salty, musky flavor of their combined pleasure. He moaned softly, his hands reaching up to tangle in Rizly's hair.
Rizly pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "You've certainly earned your reward," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Iter smiled up at him, his eyes shining with pleasure.