Chapter 8: Gentle Dominance
Vlad shuffled to the corner, his thick thighs still trembling, and dragged the heavy wooden stool towards the low table. It scraped across the plush crimson carpet, the sound loud in the sex-thick silence. He positioned it carefully, directly in front of Josh’s spread knees. His gaze flickered down to the thick glass pot of lube glistening beside Josh’s thigh on the couch cushion, then snapped back to Josh’s face, awaiting confirmation, breathing shallowly.
“Perch,” Josh commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the smoke he exhaled. He took another slow drag from the joint, the ember glowing bright in the dim lounge, his eyes fixed on Vlad’s naked form. “Hold the edges. Tight.” The velvet robe gaped open, revealing Josh’s thick cock resting soft against his thigh, a stark contrast to the dominance radiating from him.
Vlad obeyed instantly. He climbed onto the stool, its solidity grounding his shaking legs. He gripped the worn back rest with both hands, knuckles whitening in excitement, his broad back presented to Josh. His ass, still flushed and glistening with the remnants of Josh’s cum and lube, was inches from Josh’s knees. Josh stroked the now-slit of Vlad's hole, it's soft pliability adding to Josh's desire to keep playing with it. Josh's fingers slowly traced and massaged Vlad's muscled cheeks, the softer inner flesh and the well-used ring. The muscles in his powerful back tensed, the prison tattoos rippling. A low whine escaped him, pure anticipation.
Josh set the joint in a heavy crystal ashtray. The scent of high-grade weed mingled with the musk of sweat and spent sex. He leaned forward, the velvet robe whispering. He dipped two fingers deep into the pot of thick, translucent lube. It was cool and viscous, clinging heavily to his skin. He smeared it liberally over his entire right hand, coating his palm, his knuckles, working it thickly between his fingers. The slick, wet sounds seemed obscenely loud.
“Just fucked your ass raw,” Josh murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr directly behind Vlad’s ear. Vlad shuddered violently. “Still loose. Still hungry. Gonna make you hungrier.” He pressed his slick thumb firmly against Vlad’s puffy, dark hole. It yielded slightly, still soft from the brutal pounding. Vlad gasped, his hips pushing back instinctively. “Fuck yes, Sir…”
Josh pressed his thumb inside, slowly, working it in up to the knuckle. Vlad groaned, a deep, desperate sound. The heat was intense, the internal walls clenching weakly around the intrusion. Josh twisted his thumb, spreading the thick lube, feeling the yielding flesh. He withdrew it, then pressed two fingers in together. Vlad’s back arched, presenting himself more. “Chistoye naslazhdeniye… Sir… please…”
“So greedy,” Josh observed, his tone flat, clinical almost. He scissored his fingers inside the hot channel. The wet, squelching noise was immediate, rhythmic. Schhluck… schhluck… schhluck… He easily added a third finger, pushing them deep, knuckles spreading Vlad wide. Vlad groaned, his head dropping, shoulders relaxing. His grip on the stool creaked the wood. “Yesss… stretch it… stretch my hole, Uncle Josh”
Josh worked him methodically, relentlessly. He coated his hand again, slicking his wrist, his forearm. The sounds intensified – slick, wet, obscene squelches punctuated by Vlad’s ragged pants and choked cries. Josh pressed his four fingers together, forming a thick wedge. He pushed them against Vlad’s entrance, adding steady, directed pressure. Vlad’s body strained, resisting, then suddenly yielded with a wet, sucking pop as Josh’s knuckles breached the tight ring. Vlad cried out, a sensual, animal sound that echoed off the mirrored walls. His body shivered, ass spasming delightedly around Josh’s buried fingers.
Josh slowly, teasingly, allowed his fingers to glide in and out of Vlad, massaging his mancunt, forcing blood to flow there, engorging and sensitizing his delicate flesh. Vlad's moans and groans were constant, but Josh knew he needed more. He took one last drag on the joint and stubbed it out. He used the same hand to smear more viscous lube onto his exposed thumb and hand. He slowly added his thumb in, pushing at Vlad's tightly stretched hole. "Jaaaaaaa..." Vlad moaned, mouth wet with slathering drool, voice rasping with deep, deviant desire. Josh slowly kept working back and forth, feeling Vlad stretch and relax, bit by bit. No rush. They both needed this.
“There it is,” Josh growled, pushing deeper, forcing his entire hand past the knuckles as Vlad let out a guttural, triumphant cry. No matter how many times they did this, it always had a sense of newness. Freshly breached. Breaking that seal. Vlad’s passage was a furnace, gripping Josh’s fist with shocking pressure. Josh paused, letting Vlad’s body spasm and adjust, feeling the incredible heat and tightness sheath his wrist. He flexed his fingers inside, feeling the slick, pulsing walls. “Fucking swallows me whole, doesn’t it, whore?”
“YES!” Vlad sobbed, tears streaming down his face, dripping onto the carpet. “Your fist, Sir! Yours! All yours! Fuck me with it! Please!” He pushed back desperately, impaling himself deeper onto Josh’s arm.
Josh began to move. Slowly at first, pulling his fist almost all the way out until just the knuckles remained inside, then pushing it back in with deliberate, sensual purpose. The wet, sucking noises were deafening now – SCHHLORP… GLUCK… SCHHLUP – a symphony of obscene friction, making Josh's now painfully hard dick ooze with precum. Vlad’s hole stretched devouringly wide around Josh’s wrist, reddened and glistening with thick lube. Each inward thrust forced a guttural groan or a broken cry from Vlad’s throat. His cock was an iron rod, thick and purple, bouncing and dripping a constant stream of pre-cum onto the stool and floor.
“Look at yourself,” Josh purred, his voice soft with admiration and dark pleasure. He angled Vlad’s hips slightly, forcing him to see his own reflection in the mirrored wall. Vlad’s eyes were wild, unfocused, his face a mask of agonized ecstasy, mouth slack and drooling. The sight of Josh’s thick wrist buried deep inside him, the stretched rim pulsing, made Vlad whimper. “Filthy. Look how fucking beautifully you take me. My personal fist-pig.”
“Yours!” Vlad choked out, transfixed by the image, ecstatic with submission, aroused beyond reason. “Your pig! Your fuckhole! Use it! Let me please you!” He started rocking back harder, meeting Josh’s thrusts, the wet slapping sounds intensifying. Josh slowed Vlad down, controlling the pace, keeping his pistoning fist from overworking Vlad’s gaping hole. THWACK-SCHHLORP… THWACK-SCHHLORP… Vlad’s body shook deliciously with each deep penetration. His balls drew up tight, his neglected cock twitching erratically.
Josh leaned forward, his free hand gently stroking his own cock. He fucked Vlad’s ass with his fist, driving it deeper, his forearm beginning to stretch Vlad's hole further, his knuckles massaging Vlad’s prostate with every inward plunge. Vlad’s cries became incoherent babbling, a litany of “Sir… please… fuck… use… yours…” His body arched impossibly, every muscle straining. Unbidden, untouched, Vlad’s orgasm tore through him. Thick ropes of cum shot onto the stool and the carpet beneath, splattering with weak pulses as his body convulsed uncontrollably around the massive intrusion. He screamed, a raw, shredded sound, his hole clamping down in rhythmic spasms on Josh’s buried fist.
Josh kept fucking him through it, the tight, fluttering contractions milked ruthlessly by his relentless thrusts. He watched Vlad’s reflection, the utter, shattered surrender in his eyes. Only when Vlad slumped forward, boneless and gasping, trembling violently, did Josh slow. He withdrew his fist slowly, deliberately, making sure Vlad felt every inch slide out. A flood of thick, milky-white lube mixed with Vlad’s own juices gushed out of the gaping hole, cascading down his thighs and splattering onto the stool and carpet. The hole remained visibly open, puffy and twitching. Josh lovingly massaged the juices back into Vlad's hole, letting them poor out again, adding his own spit to the mix. He needed his own release next.
Josh sat back on the couch, breathing deeply. He surveyed the wreckage – Vlad slumped over the stool, covered in sweat and fluids, his ass gaping, dripping. The air reeked of sex, lube, weed, and sweat. Josh reached for the damp towel Vlad had used earlier. He wiped his arm and hand clean methodically, then began to clean Vlad, as he slowly began to recover.
The damp terrycloth rasped softly against Vlad’s sweat-slicked back, Josh wiping away the worst of the mess – lube, cum, the salty tang of exertion. Vlad trembled beneath the touch, every muscle loose, utterly spent, his breathing still ragged gasps that hitched occasionally. Josh worked carefully around the stretched, puffy ring of Vlad’s asshole, the muscles there twitching weakly under the cloth, still gaping slightly from the brutal intrusion.
"Easy, big guy," Josh murmured, his voice a low rumble, stripped of its earlier command, softened with a possessiveness that felt like care in the dim, sweat-scented room. "You took it beautifully. Just breathe." He tossed the soiled towel aside, its damp weight landing with a muffled thud on the stained carpet. Gently, almost tenderly, Josh slid his arms under Vlad’s trembling form, one beneath broad shoulders slick with prison ink, the other under thick, hairy thighs still trembling from exertion. Vlad whimpered, a small, broken sound, as Josh lifted him, grateful for his time power lifting, cradling the bigger man’s considerable bulk against his own solid chest. He carried him the few feet to the thick, plush Persian rug near the low table, lowering him down onto its deep pile as if laying down precious cargo.
The rug was soft, a stark contrast to the hard stool. Vlad sighed, the tension leaching out of him as his body sank into the yielding fibers. Josh settled beside him, stretching out his own powerful frame, pulling Vlad close. The heat radiating from Vlad’s skin was intense, the scent of sex, sweat, and Josh’s cologne clinging to him. Josh began stroking Vlad’s back, his large hand moving in slow, soothing circles over the knotted muscles and faded ink, feeling the residual tremors beneath his palm. "Shhh," Josh breathed, his lips near Vlad’s ear, his breath warm. "Just let go. You’re safe. You’re mine. That was perfect, Vlad. Exactly what you needed." He felt Vlad’s breathing gradually deepen, the frantic gasps easing into slower, more rhythmic inhalations, the desperate tension replaced by a heavy, boneless exhaustion. The hypnotic reinforcement was subtle, woven into the comfort, reaffirming the bond, the belonging.
Vlad nuzzled weakly into the crook of Josh’s neck, his stubble rough against Josh’s skin. His hand, lying limp on Josh’s chest, began to move. Fingers, thick and calloused from years of manual labor and iron, trailed slowly, almost absently, down Josh’s sculpted abdomen. They traced the defined ridges, dipped into the shallow groove of his navel, and finally brushed against the base of Josh’s cock, which lay thick and heavy against his thigh, already half-hard again. Vlad’s touch was tentative at first, then more purposeful, curling around the hot, hardening flesh. Josh felt the familiar surge of arousal. Vlad’s head lifted slightly, his eyes, still glazed but clearing, fixed on Josh’s face. Josh's hand reached under Vlad's balls and began to lightly stroke his exhausted hole. Vlad squirmed a little, but smiled, a thick strand of drool escaping his slack lips, trailing down his chin and spattering warm onto Josh’s pec. The hunger was back, raw and servile. He knew.
"Time for Uncle Josh," Josh stated, his voice regaining its low edge of command, yet softer than before. He disentangled himself from Vlad’s embrace, sitting up fully on the plush rug. Vlad scrambled, clumsy but eager, onto his knees between Josh’s spread legs. His broad shoulders filled the space, his gaze locked on Josh’s thickening cock, glistening with precum already beading at the slit. Vlad’s tongue instinctively flicked out, wetting his lips, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He leaned forward, mouth opening, ready to engulf Josh’s cock, the scent of musk and male filling his nostrils.
Before Vlad could take him in, Josh shifted, moving back to the comfortable couch. Vlad followed, crawling behind, stopping in front of Josh's reclined body, face barely inches from Josh's throbbing cock. He raised his right leg, thick with muscle, the blond hair glinting in the dim light. With practiced ease, he hooked his calf firmly behind Vlad’s thick neck, mirroring exactly the control Marco had exerted over him in the steam-filled anonymity of the gym bathroom just yesterday – an experience he enjoyed in either position. The leverage was immediate and absolute. Vlad grunted, ready, his body, his mouth, needing to do nothing but follow. Josh’s other foot planted itself flat on the rug beside Vlad’s knee for stability. He grasped the base of his cock, the veins standing proud, the head flushed dark and wet. "Open wide, whore," Josh ordered, his voice a dark caress. He guided the swollen tip past Vlad’s wet lips, pressing firmly against the back of his throat.
Then Josh moved his leg. He flexed his powerful thigh and calf, using the hook behind Vlad’s neck like a handle. He pulled Vlad’s head forward, forcing his cock deep into the wet heat of Vlad’s throat until Vlad’s nose pressed into Josh’s pubic hair. Vlad gagged violently, a wet, choking sound, his throat muscles spasming around the invading thickness, his eyes watering instantly. Josh held him there for a brutal second, savouring the convulsive clenching, the desperate struggle for air vibrating through his cock. Then, he released Vlad’s head back, allowing his cock to fall almost all the way out, slick with saliva. Vlad gasped, drawing in a ragged, shuddering breath, drool and spit stringing from his lips and chin, his eyes wide and watering.
Josh didn’t pause. He immediately hauled Vlad’s head back again, allowing his cock to ram back into that tight, gagging throat with a sensual force. Guh-UCK! The sound was thick with wetness, muffled by flesh. Release again, Vlad choking, gasping, spit flying. Back again, deeper this time, Josh using the leverage of his leg to piston Vlad’s head, controlling the rhythm, the depth, the insistence of it. Vlad’s hands came up, not to push away, but to grip Josh’s powerful thighs, trailing their way up to his nipples to pinch and twist. Josh moaned in ever increasing heights of pleasure. Vlad's eyes were rolled back in his head, tears streaming down his face, mixing with the drool and spit plastering his cheeks and chin. He was a mess, a drooling, gagging, tear-streaked instrument of Josh’s pleasure, his throat being ruthlessly fucked.
Schllurp-GLK! Back down. Josh felt the head of his cock bumping the entrance to Vlad’s gullet each time he buried himself, a tight, resistant ring yielding to relentless pressure. Hurk-Cough! Release. Vlad’s desperate attempts to breathe were mere snatched gasps between brutal invasions. The wet sounds dominated the room – the slick slide of cock through spit-slicked lips, the thick gagging, the choked sobs, the rhythmic slap of Josh’s soaked balls against Vlad’s chin. Josh watched the destruction with hooded eyes, his own breath coming faster now, the muscles in his abs and thighs flexing with each powerful thrust of his leg. Vlad’s throat felt like a hot, living fist around his cock, the spasms, the resistance, the sheer submission making his own balls draw up tight. He increased the pace, fucking Vlad’s face with ruthless efficiency, the leg around his neck a vice ensuring total compliance.
"Take it, you greedy fuck-pig," Josh growled, his voice tight with strain, watching strands of thick saliva stretch and snap as he withdrew. "Swallow it. All of it." He slammed Vlad down again, holding him deep, grinding his hips, feeling the convulsions travel the length of his shaft. Vlad’s body trembled violently, his grip on Josh’s nipples turning painful, his throat working desperately around the thick intrusion, trying to obey, trying to swallow around the cock choking him. The sounds were raw, animalistic – wet, desperate, unforgiving. Josh felt the pressure building, a coiling tension low in his belly, his own groans mingling with Vlad’s choked gurgles as he drove relentlessly into the slick, punishing heat.
The brutal piston-stroke of Josh’s leg intensified. Vlad’s throat convulsed, a slick, desperate vice around Josh’s cock, each forced plunge triggering a ragged choke that vibrated through Josh’s shaft. "Guh-HURK!" Spit flew, thick strands coating Vlad’s chin, his neck, Josh’s balls. Josh felt the coiling pressure in his balls snap. "Swallow it, pig! Take my fucking load!" he snarled, grinding Vlad’s face hard into his groin, burying himself to the root in that spasming heat. Hot pulses erupted from his cock, thick and heavy, flooding Vlad’s throat deep, past the gag reflex, a relentless jet of cum forced down into his gullet.
Vlad’s body jerked, pinned, his own choked gurgles swallowed alongside the torrent. Josh held him there, feeling the hot spurts paint Vlad’s insides, savoring the desperate flutter against his sensitive head, the tightness that milked out every last drop. Only when the final shudder pulsed through him did Josh relax the crushing pressure of his leg, releasing Vlad’s head. Vlad slumped back, gasping, coughing violently, ropes of thick, pearly cum and spit dripping from his lips and nose. His chest heaved, eyes streaming, face a ruined mess of tears and jizz. He didn’t retreat. His tongue, thick and clumsy, immediately lapped at Josh’s softening cockhead, catching the last viscous drops. "Fuck, Sir... so much..." he rasped, voice shredded, tongue diligently cleaning the slit.
Josh watched, a deep satisfaction settling in his gut, his cock twitching weakly under Vlad’s devoted, sloppy ministrations. Vlad didn't stop. He moved lower, nuzzling Josh’s heavy balls, licking them clean with unhurried, almost ritualistic care, his tongue tracing veins, lapping up every trace of sweat and release. "Good pig," Josh murmured, stroking Vlad’s sweat-damp hair as the bigger man continued to clean him with slavish devotion long after the need had passed. The scent of sex, sweat, and spent cum hung thick in the humid air. Eventually, Vlad rested his head on Josh’s thigh, breathing heavily, seemingly content just to nuzzle the softening flesh. Josh gently pushed him back. "Up."
He crawled up on to the soft, comfortable couch, limbs heavy. Josh collapsed back, pulling Vlad with him, the big man fitting himself against Josh’s side like an overgrown, exhausted puppy. Vlad’s head rested on Josh’s chest, his arm draped possessively over Josh's torso. Silence descended, broken only by their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city outside Vlad's den. The raw intensity of the encounter bled away, replaced by a deep, sated lethargy. Josh closed his eyes, feeling Vlad’s warmth seep into him, the familiar smell of the man – sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and now, him – oddly comforting. Time dissolved. They dozed, entangled in the sticky aftermath, the dim room holding them like a womb.
A low rumble in Vlad’s belly eventually stirred them. Josh blinked, disoriented for a moment by the unfamiliar weight and warmth. Vlad shifted, pressing a clumsy kiss to Josh’s pec. "Shower, Uncle Josh? Get clean?" His voice was still thick, rough from throat-fucking. Josh grunted assent, extricating himself, muscles groaning slightly. He gestured towards a side door Vlad hadn't used earlier, leading deeper into the apartment’s hidden guts.
The shower area was utilitarian tile – a large walk-in stall with multiple heads. Vlad fumbled with the taps, adjusting the water to a comforting heat that quickly filled the small space with steam. They stepped under the spray, the soothing water sluicing away the crusted layers of sweat, spit, lube, and cum. Josh tilted his head back, letting the water blast his face, the heat soaking into his muscles. Vlad stood close, his big hands gently soaping Josh’s back, his touch reverent. The steam curled around them, cocooning them in warmth and white noise.
As Josh reached for the soap, Vlad’s hand stayed his. He looked up, water streaming down his face, his expression suddenly earnest, almost shy beneath the submission. "Uncle Josh... please?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hiss of water. He sank to his knees on the wet tile, his gaze fixed on Josh’s cock, already beginning to thicken slightly under the hot spray and Vlad’s attention. "Thirsty" he mumbled as he took Josh's cockhead into his mouth.
Josh looked down at him, seeing the raw need, the devotion. A familiar warmth spread through him – power, possession, pleasure in Vlad’s abject craving. He simply smiled and shifted his stance slightly, feet planted. Vlad waited patiently, his mouth deftly closed around Josh piss slit, positioning himself perfectly. Josh relaxed, focusing, letting the pressure in his bladder slowly release. A gentle, stream eased from his cock and Vlad moaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, his eyes closing in bliss as he swallowed convulsively, his throat working to keep up. He didn't flinch as the stream slowly increased, didn't spill a drop, sucking the warm fluids down eagerly, his tongue swirling around the piss-slit to capture every last bit.
The flow stopped. Vlad kept his mouth sealed around Josh’s cockhead for a long moment, sucking gently, ensuring he got every drop before finally pulling back. He licked his lips, a beatific smile spreading across his face, water cascading over him. "Thank you, Uncle Josh," he breathed, his eyes shining with gratitude. He nuzzled Josh’s thigh. "Sweet." Josh chuckled softly, running a hand through Vlad’s wet hair. "Next time," he mused, his voice surprisingly kind, almost thoughtful, "I'll piss straight into that greedy hole of yours. Fill you up deep." The idea sparked a visceral thrill – the heat, the violation, the sheer intimacy of it.
Vlad groaned loudly, the sound vibrating against Josh’s leg. His hand shot down to his own cock, which had sprung back to full, rigid attention at Josh's suggestion. "Fuck... Yes... Please!" he gasped, already jerking himself with frantic strokes, water sluicing over his fist and engorged flesh. His eyes glazed over, lost in the filthy promise. Josh shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Insatiable fuck-pig," he murmured, not unkindly, and turned his attention back to washing himself, letting the hot water soothe his skin as Vlad knelt at his feet. The rhythmic slap-squelch of Vlad’s wet fist on his cock filled the stall, punctuated by harsh, eager grunts.
Josh methodically soaped his chest, arms, legs, the mundane act contrasting sharply with the obscene tableau at his feet. Vlad’s movements grew frantic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Gonna cum! Gonna cum for your piss-hole, Uncle Josh!" he babbled, his hips pistoning into his own grip. With a guttural roar that echoed off the tiles, Vlad came, thick ropes spurting onto his outstretched hand between his knees, his body convulsing. He didn’t pause. Panting, eyes wild, he manoeuvred his hand and, twisting awkwardly, shoved his fingers deep into his own still-loose hole, rubbing his cum inside with desperate urgency. "Mmmm more cum for my pussy" he moaned, fingers working frantically, reigniting the slick squelching noises of earlier. Josh's cock started to twitch but he determinedly ignored it. Even he had limits. Then, almost as an afterthought, Vlad quickly rinsed his hand under the spray, the residue swirling down the drain.
They finished rinsing in silence, the steam beginning to thin. Vlad moved with a sudden, fussy energy. He grabbed thick, clean towels, drying Josh with exaggerated care, patting him down like a precious artifact, murmuring, "Don't catch chill, Uncle Josh, careful now," his touch lingering. He dried himself hastily, then practically herded Josh back into the main lounge area. "Sit! Sit! Rest!" Vlad insisted, bustling over to a heavy, locked cabinet near the low table. He retrieved a nondescript brown paper bag, the kind you’d get from a deli, and brought it over, pressing it into Josh’s hands with an air of profound ceremony. His eyes were bright with affection. "For you. The usual," he said, then winked conspiratorially, leaning in close, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper though they were alone, "With a few special extras... for my favourite Uncle." He patted Josh’s cheek, a strangely tender gesture from the hulking man, his smile wide and genuine, radiating a gratitude that bordered on overwhelming. "Time to go, my dear. Sadly. But, I couldn't help but notice Andrei seemed to be very needy today. But he can wait if you have business."