Chapter 4: Breakfast of Champions
The first sensation was the stiff, sticky pull on his cheek. Dried cum, flaking. Then the deep, resonant ache radiating from his asshole – a familiar, bruised tenderness after McKay’s relentless pounding. Derek groaned, blinking against the harsh morning light stabbing through a gap in the grimy curtains. His mouth tasted like ash and stale beer. The frat bedroom reeked – spilled liquor, sweat, sex, and the acrid tang of vomit from somewhere nearby. The king-sized bed was a disaster zone: sheets tangled and stained with fluids he didn’t want to identify, empty beer bottles littering the floor like fallen soldiers.
He shifted, grimacing as the movement sent a fresh wave of soreness through his lower body. The ghost of McKay’s thick cock seemed to still be stretching him. As his eyes adjusted, a dark shape materialized at the foot of the bed. Nate. Sitting in a worn armchair, one leg hooked over the armrest, utterly naked. His massive frame was relaxed, but his eyes, sharp and predatory even through the morning haze, were fixed on Derek. And jutting from the dense thatch of dark hair between his powerful thighs, Nate’s cock stood thick and fully erect, curving proudly upwards, the swollen head glistening with a bead of moisture.
Before Derek could even process the sight, Nate moved. Not rushing, but with deliberate, intimidating grace. He stood, his height momentarily blocking the window light, casting Derek in shadow. He stepped onto the bed, knees sinking into the messy sheets beside Derek’s legs. Then, without a word, he leaned down, his heavy balls brushing Derek’s thigh, and slammed the thick shaft of his cock hard against Derek’s sleep-warm cheek.
Thwack.
The impact was startlingly solid, the heat and weight of it shocking against Derek’s skin. Pre-cum smeared across his cheekbone.
"Morning, sunshine," Nate rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and something darker, amused. He kept his cock pressed firmly against Derek’s face, the rigid length radiating heat. "Sleep well? Or did McKay keep you up all night feeling his fat cock in your ass?" He rubbed himself against Derek’s cheekbone, a slow, possessive grind. "Bet you’re still loose. Bet that greedy little hole is twitching, missing the stretch."
Derek’s breath hitched. Shame warred with the immediate, unwelcome surge of heat low in his belly. The soreness was undeniable, but so was the ghostly echo of fullness, the craving it left behind. He could smell Nate’s musk, potent and primal, mixed with the stale sex-sweat clinging to the sheets. Nate’s cock felt colossal against his face, a heavy, demanding brand. "N-Nate…" he stammered, trying to turn his head away, the movement causing Nate’s cockhead to slide wetly across his lips.
"Uh-uh," Nate growled, his hand snapping out to grip Derek’s jaw, fingers digging in painfully, forcing his face straight. "You look at it." He angled his hips, dragging the slick, fat head of his cock deliberately over Derek’s mouth, smearing pre-cum across his lips. "Look at what you woke up to. What you’re gonna suck before I decide how else to use that wrecked, perfect ass of yours this morning." His thumb pressed down, forcing Derek’s lips apart. The salty-bitter taste flooded Derek’s mouth. "Open wide, slut. Breakfast is served."
The command, the sheer dominance in Nate’s tone, coupled with the invasive taste, short-circuited Derek’s feeble resistance. His body, trained by the night before, reacted. His mouth opened wider. Nate didn’t wait. He pushed forward, the broad crown stretching Derek’s lips as he fed him the first few thick inches. Derek gagged instinctively, eyes watering, but Nate held his jaw firm, his other hand tangling roughly in Derek’s messy hair, controlling the angle.
"Yeah, take it," Nate breathed, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. He thrust shallowly, fucking Derek’s mouth with slow, deliberate strokes that emphasized the girth. "Suck that dick. Show me how much you missed it." Derek hollowed his cheeks, swirling his tongue around the shaft as best he could, the heavy weight on his tongue both suffocating and electrifying. Nate tasted of salt, skin, and pure, unfiltered male dominance. Nate groaned, a deep, satisfied sound vibrating through his cock. "Fuck yeah… just like that. Greedy little cocksucker. Knew you’d be thirsty." He increased the pace, pistoning deeper, his thick length hitting the back of Derek’s throat. Tears streamed down Derek’s temples as he choked, saliva dripping freely.
After a few minutes of brutal face-fucking, Nate pulled out abruptly with a wet pop, leaving Derek gasping, lips swollen, chin slick. Nate looked down at him, his expression unreadable except for the burning intensity in his eyes. "On your knees. Off the bed. Now."
Derek scrambled to obey, his sore muscles protesting, the movement making him acutely aware of his own hard cock trapped against his stomach. He knelt on the scratchy rug beside the bed, littered with discarded clothes and bottle caps. Nate stood before him, his erection bobbing, glistening with Derek’s spit. He fisted it slowly, his gaze raking over Derek’s naked, kneeling form. "Hands behind your back."
Derek clasped his hands behind him, arching his back slightly, presenting himself. Utterly exposed. Vulnerable. Nate stepped closer, the head of his cock level with Derek’s face again. He rubbed it against Derek’s lips, then trailed it down, over his chin, his throat, leaving a wet, cool trail. He paused at Derek’s collarbone, then continued down his chest, circling a nipple, making it peak instantly, then further down his belly. The touch was maddening, possessive. Nate’s cockhead finally nudged against Derek’s own rigid length. Derek whimpered, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Easy, slut," Nate murmured, a dark chuckle in his voice. He pressed his cock harder against Derek’s, grinding them together, the friction sending jolts of pleasure-pain through Derek’s oversensitive flesh. Then Nate continued his downward path, past Derek’s navel, over the thatch of hair, until the slick, hot crown was pressing firmly against Derek’s sore, stretched hole.
Derek gasped, a fresh wave of mingled dread and sharp anticipation washing over him. The stretch last night had been immense, borderline painful. Nate was bigger than McKay. "Nate… please… it’s still…"
"It’s still what?" Nate cut him off, his voice hardening. He pressed harder, the blunt pressure undeniable. "Still stretched open? Still perfect?" He spat, a thick wad landing directly on Derek’s hole. He used his cockhead to smear it around, the coarse friction making Derek flinch. "Shut up and push back. Take it. You fucking love it."
The command, the dismissal of his soreness, the sheer inevitability of it… Derek obeyed. He clenched his hands behind his back and pushed his hips back against the insistent pressure. Nate’s cockhead pressed against the loosened ring of muscle. It burned. God, it burned. A low whine escaped Derek as Nate pushed relentlessly forward, his thick shaft slowly, brutally breaching him. Derek felt every thick inch, the searing stretch radiating through his pelvis, making him lightheaded. It felt deeper than McKay, more invasive. Nate groaned above him, a sound of pure, animal satisfaction. "Fuck… Derek… so fucking tight… even after McKay… clamping down like a vice…"
He bottomed out with a final, grinding thrust that forced a choked cry from Derek. Nate was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed tight against Derek’s ass, his pelvis flush. The sheer size, the overwhelming fullness, stole Derek’s breath. He felt impossibly stretched, owned, Nate’s cock a branding iron searing him from the inside. Nate held still for a moment, letting Derek feel the entire, crushing weight of him, letting the burn sink in. He leaned down, his chest pressing against Derek’s back, his breath hot on Derek’s ear. "Mine," he growled, the word vibrating through Derek’s body. "This hole is mine. Remember that."
Then he pulled back, almost all the way out, the thick head catching painfully on Derek’s rim before slamming forward again with devastating force. Thud. Derek gasped, vision blurring. Nate set a brutal, unrelenting pace. Deep, powerful strokes that drove the air from Derek’s lungs with every impact, that made his body jolt forward. The stretch was agonizingly intense, a constant, fiery ache that blended with the deep, internal friction sparking undeniable pleasure. Nate fucked him like he was claiming territory, each thrust a declaration of ownership. His balls slapped against Derek’s ass with wet smacks. The room filled with the sounds: Nate’s guttural grunts, the rhythmic slap of flesh, Derek’s choked whimpers.
"You feel that?" Nate hissed, his voice tight with strain. He hammered deep, grinding his pubic bone against Derek’s ass. "Feel how deep I own you? How fucking perfect your hole is wrapped around my cock?" He reached around, his large hand finding Derek’s neglected cock, fisting it roughly, the dry friction almost painful. "Bet you’re gonna blow just from my dick in your ass, aren’t you? Just from getting split open like a cheap whore?"
The words, the brutal fuck, the rough hand on his cock – it was too much. The coiling tension deep in Derek’s groin snapped. With a strangled cry that was more sob than anything, Derek came. His cock pulsed violently in Nate’s fist, spurt after spurt of thick cum splattering onto the dirty rug beneath him, untouched by anything but Nate’s punishing grip and the relentless pounding of his huge cock. His ass clenched involuntarily around Nate’s shaft, milking it, pulling a roar from the man above him.
"FUCK! Yeah! Squeeze it, you greedy bitch!" Nate’s hips stuttered, then slammed forward one final, brutal time. He buried himself impossibly deep and held, grinding hard as his cock pulsed, pumping hot, thick ropes of cum deep into Derek’s core. Derek felt the scalding flood filling him, another load joining McKay’s from last night, the pressure intense, the claiming absolute. Nate jerked through his orgasm, grunting like an animal, his grip on Derek’s cock tightening almost painfully as the last spurts emptied into Derek’s churning guts.
Slowly, Nate withdrew, his softening cock slipping out with a wet, sucking sound, followed by a thick gush of cum that spilled down Derek’s trembling thighs. Nate straightened up, breathing heavily, looking down at Derek, who was slumped forward, gasping, forehead nearly touching the rug, Nate’s cum dripping from his used hole. Nate wiped his hand carelessly on Derek’s back.
"Good boy," Nate said, the words devoid of warmth, simply an acknowledgment of a task completed. He stepped back, walking towards the bedroom door. "Clean yourself up. And clean this fucking mess," he added, gesturing vaguely at the cum-stained rug, before disappearing into the hallway, leaving Derek trembling and overflowing on his knees, Nate’s seed a hot, heavy, undeniable weight inside him.