Chapter 8: Command Performance
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. The wet bathroom smelled of chlorine and the air was heavy with the weight of what was about to happen.
Doug stepped back, Javier's cock still in his hand.
"Where the fuck did THIS come from!?" he demanded. His voice echoed off the tile walls.
Javier blushed, tried to pull away, but Doug's grasp was unforgiving.
"Where the fuck did you get a goddam footlong cock?"
"Its.... only ten inches. I... I measured once."
"*ONLY* ten, eh?" Doug went silent, staring at the throbbing cock, it's head pulsing, darkening. Finally he spoke.
"Get on your knees. Suck my cock."
Doug's voice was a low, commanding growl, his grip on Javier's cock tightening just enough to make him gasp. "Now."
Javier's knees hit the wet tile with a sharp smack. The cold seeped into his skin, but the heat of Doug's body, the weight of his stare, burned hotter. He looked up at Doug through damp lashes, his breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. Doug's cock stood thick and heavy between them, the head flushed dark with blood, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
"Open your fucking mouth," Doug ordered, his voice rough with impatience. He didn't wait for Javier to comply.
His hand shot out, gripping the back of his head, fingers tangling in his damp hair. He yanked him forward, forcing his lips to part as the thick, salty head of his cock pressed against them. Javier's mouth opened automatically, his jaw stretching wide to accommodate the girth. The taste was sharp, musky, the pre-cum slick and bitter on his tongue.
"Fuck yeah," Doug groaned, his voice a low, guttural rumble as he pushed deeper. "That's it, take it like the good little cleaner you are."
Javier gagged as the head slid past his lips, the weight of Doug's cock pressing down on his tongue.
His eyes watered, his throat already tightening in protest, but he forced himself to relax, to let the thick shaft fill his mouth completely. Doug's grip in his hair was unyielding, guiding him with slow, deliberate thrusts. It wasn't the first time for either of them. Just a first between them.
"Look at you," Doug grunted, his hips rolling forward slightly, forcing Javier's mouth to stretch wider. "Such a pretty little cock slut, aren’t you? Taking my dick like you were *born* to."
Javier whimpered around the thick girth, the sound muffled but desperate. His hands shot up, fingers clawing at Doug’s thighs, but the man just chuckled darkly and pushed him further down.
Javier’s throat spasmed, his gag reflex kicking in hard as the thick head pressed against the back of his tongue, forcing its way deeper. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he struggled to breathe through his nose. The taste of Doug’s cock was overwhelming—salty, musky, with a hint of soap from the shower. It filled his mouth, his throat, his entire being.
Doug’s fingers tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to make Javier’s scalp burn. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. “Take it all, *mijo*.
Deep throat it like a good little cleaning boy.” Doug groaned as he pushed deeper, his cock hitting the back of Javier’s throat with a wet, gagging sound. Javier’s throat fluttered around the intrusion, his body instinctively trying to reject the invasion, but Doug’s grip held him in place, his hips rolling forward with slow, deliberate thrusts. “Fuck, you feel like heaven,” Doug grunted, his voice thick with pleasure. “So fucking good.”
Javier’s hands clawed at Doug’s thighs, nails scraping against damp skin, but his protests were muffled by the thick cock stretching his mouth open. His own cock, now at full length, was demanding attention of it's own.
Javier's free hand slipped between his own legs, fingers curling around his thick length. He began to stroke himself slowly, his thumb smearing the pre-cum that leaked from the tip. His own moans were muffled, vibrating around Doug's cock as he tried to take him deeper.
"Fuck—" Doug hissed, hips jerking slightly. "You filthy little bastard," he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. "Playing with yourself while you suck my dick?" His grip on Javier’s hair tightened, pulling just enough to make the boy whimper around his cock. "Take it all.
Every fucking inch, you little slut." Doug's voice was a low growl, his grip on Javier's hair tightening as he forced his cock deeper into the boy's throat. The thick shaft pulsed against Javier's tongue, the salty pre-cum coating his throat as he struggled to breathe.
Javier's eyes watered, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he gagged around the intrusion. His throat spasmed, trying to reject the thick cock, but Doug held him firmly in place. The sound of wet, sloppy suction filled the steamy shower stall, mingling with Javier's muffled whimpers and Doug’s guttural groans.
Then suddenly Doug pulled out.
"Fuck! Got too close! I still need to break in your ass!" Doug growled, his cock glistening with Javier’s saliva. He didn’t bother wiping it off as he fisted himself, the swollen head twitching impatiently. "On your hands and knees, *mijo*.
Javier didn’t argue. His knees were already wet and cold from the tiles, his own cock dripping between his legs as he dropped forward, palms pressing into the damp marble. He could feel Doug’s gaze burning into his exposed hole, the weight of that stare making his hole clench uselessly.
From the shampoo shelf in the shower, Doug grabbed a bottle. A thick, gel-like lube bottle, already slick with use, already uncapped. A cold glob drizzled onto Javier's pink puckered flesh, and Doug’s fingers smeared it around, pressing, probing, stretching him open a little .
Doug’s free hand gripped Javier’s hip hard enough that his fingers would leave bruises. “You fucking need to relax, muh boy. You’re too fucking tight for this cock!” Doug grunted as he pressed the tip of his cock against that stretched, sensitive flesh. It was true. Doug had seven inches of length to Javier's ten, but his girth was half again that of Javier. This was gonna burn.
Javier’s whole body tensed. He bit down on his lower lip hard squeezed his eyes shut so tight they ached. This wasn't his first time. An uncle. A cousin. There were a few more. No friends. No other relatives.
He could feel the burn already, the stretching pressure that wasn’t pleasure—just invasion. Another man seeking ownership.
"Ready for the thrill of your life, bitch?"