Chapter Twelve

Crossbody Admits That He’s a Condescending Asshole

Vince

I snapped my legs around Crossbody’s waist and lurched to the side, throwing him off me. Before he could move, I was climbing over him and grabbing his arm to try and force him onto his back, but he was fast. He wrapped his legs around one of mine and twisted me through the air, pressing a forearm against my nape to make sure I landed face down on my belly.

He clambered over me, dropping his weight on my ass and pinning me down. I snarled and reached back to fumble with his head, trying to grab a fistful of his hair, which made him hiss and press down harder. Finally, I managed to palm the side of his face and shove hard, pushing him to the side so I could scramble up and pin his shoulders to the mat, baring my teeth in a rabid smile as I loomed over him.

His lips peeled back in fury as he lurched up to shove me off, rolling me once again onto my back. We were both breathing hard, and we weren’t even wrestling properly. We were just grappling. Writhing furiously on the mat, both trying to overpower the other.

When I realised my dick was throbbing in my shorts, I tried my best to ignore it. It was just the adrenaline. The full-body contact. It wasn’t because of him.

And he was hard too. His erection kept knocking into mine as we each tried to pin the other, and when Crossbody got me on my back once more, straddling the top of my thigh at an angle, his hips arched forward to drag his hard cock against mine through our shorts.

I gritted my teeth to try and fight back the jolt of pleasure. I didn’t know whether he’d meant to do it, or didn’t even realise he had, but I wasn’t going to let anything distract me. I wasn’t going to let him win.

But when I managed to get him on his belly a few seconds later, I found my own hips pressing forward, grinding my cock hard against his ass. Crossbody’s breath caught as a shudder went down his spine. His hips lifted briefly beneath me, increasing the contact, before he snarled and pitched to the side, sending me flying off him.

He scrambled on top of me, straddling me fully this time, his straining cock rubbing against mine. I grunted, my hands scrabbling weakly over his sides, and then I heard my rough, gravelly voice echo in the empty arena as words started pouring from me, unbidden.

“I know how to get you to fucking thank me.” I bared my teeth and bucked my hips hard so he lost his balance. Scrambling up, I launched myself at him, sending his ass skidding over the mat until he stopped against the corner post.

Straddling him, I wrapped my hand around his throat to keep his head pinned against the post. His Adam’s apple bobbed under my palm, his face flushed and chest heaving.

“All I need to do is remind you what a fucking slut you are and you’ll do anything I want,” I snarled, bringing my face close to his. “Maybe I should teach you a fucking lesson. Make you realise who’s in charge here.”

Crossbody was panting, his hips moving restlessly beneath me, but he made no effort to break free and try to pin me again. I slid my hand higher to grip his jaw roughly, jostling his head, which made his breath hitch.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” I pressed, breathing hard.

He swallowed, eyes growing pleading as he gazed up at me, before his chin dipped in a desperate nod.

“You want to choke on my dick again, don’t you?” I used my thumb to pull on his lower lip, then pressed it inside his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he moaned, sucking feverishly. “Because you’re just a cumdump. Isn’t that right, your highness?”

He nodded frantically, then whimpered in protest when I pulled my thumb free and sat up.

“Take your shirt off,” I ordered.

His hands were trembling as he obeyed without hesitation. I saw the aroused flush staining his chest and throat as I snatched the shirt from him with a feral grin. It was that expensive, stretchy, moisture-wicking material. I was probably going to ruin it, and the thought sent vicious satisfaction stabbing through my belly.

Grabbing his arms, I lifted them over his head and used his shirt to deftly tie his wrists to the corner post. Crossbody let me without a word of protest, shuddering, his hips straining up to rub his throbbing cock against mine.

“Is this what you want?” I asked roughly, grinding my dick against his. “You want me to put you in your fucking place, your highness?”

“Yes,” he whispered in a trembling voice, wrists twisting in their restraints. “Please.”

I lowered my head to scrape my teeth over his pec, the muscle pulled taut. Crossbody moaned breathlessly, writhing beneath me. I shifted off his lap to settle between his thighs as I bit lower, this time on his side, then his hip bone, just above the waistband of his shorts. His head fell back with a weak cry, hips straining up and knees dropping open wide.

I curled my fingers under the fabric and grinned in rabid satisfaction when he whimpered and immediately lifted his hips again so I could tug his shorts and jock down. My dick jerked with a gush of pre-cum when I shoved them over his feet and chucked them away as his knees fell open again, displaying everything to me.

His hard cock curved over his belly, flushed and dripping, the ring through the head winking under the spotlights. His balls were pulled tight already, and I could see how smooth he was aside from the little patch of dark golden hair at the base of his cock.

His long legs were quaking as he spread them wide, and I found my hands sliding up his inner thighs and squeezing to feel the muscles twitch beneath my palms.

“You threw that pathetic little tantrum about me doing the Rim Jab on you, but I bet it was because you knew you’d get hard from it, right?” I said, my voice rough and gravelly. “You want my tongue on you, don’t you?”

He whimpered, his cock straining up off his belly before smacking back down. “Yes.”

“Are you going to say sorry for being such a reckless prick last week?”

“I’m sorry,” he said desperately, his hips writhing and clear, shiny trails running down his abs from the pre-cum pulsing from his cock. “Please, Vince.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “Just please—”

“What about all the times you spoke to me like I was fucking beneath you? Like I was less than you?” I lashed his cock once with my tongue, from base to tip, and he choked on a breath as his head ground back into the corner post, pulling his neck taut.

“I’m s-sorry,” he moaned. “I d-didn’t—You’re not—”

“Admit that you’re a condescending asshole.” I licked a stripe along the top of his thigh, making it quake even harder.

“I’m… I’m a c-condescending asshole.” His flushed chest was heaving, his nipples pulled into tight little points, so I slid my tongue higher to flick one with the tip. He cried out, shuddering with pleasure. “Vince.”

“Do you need me to put you in your place?” I asked, breathing hard, unable to stop myself from dipping my head to scrape my teeth over his nipple.

He nodded desperately, lips parted around his panting breaths.

“Say it.”

“I n-need you to put me in my place.” He swallowed and added in a whisper, “Please.”

A wicked grin of satisfaction spread across my face. “Good boy.”

His breath caught when I fisted the base of his cock, tilting it up, and then he moaned gutturally as I sucked him into my mouth. A groan tore from me before I could stop it, the feel of him pulsing against my tongue making my own cock buck in my shorts, leaking profusely.

I stroked the base of him in time as I started to bob my head, sucking him hard and fast. He began to shake wildly, pumping his hips up in desperation to thrust his cock into my mouth, so I sucked up to the tip and lifted my head.

“Don’t fucking move,” I snarled. “You don’t get to take more than what I decide to give you.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, hips twitching as he fought to keep them still. “P-please… I’ll be good. I—”

“I know you will,” I said in a low voice, then sucked on the weeping tip of his cock and played with his piercing until a shuddering moan tore from him. “Look at me.”

Swallowing thickly, he lifted his head and gazed down at me, his eyes glazed with desperate arousal.

“Thought you were too fucking good for my tongue to go anywhere near you, huh?” I extended it further and let it slide around his shaft. He gasped, thighs twitching either side of me. “Still think that now?”

His fangs sank into his lower lip. “V-Vince—”

“Where else do you want it, prince?” I rasped, then tilted my head to run my tongue down the side of his straining cock as I held his gaze. “Down your throat, choking you? On your needy little hole until I slide it inside your ass?”

“F-f-fuck,” he whimpered. “Please. Please—”

“I don’t think you deserve it.” I smirked up at him, then curled my tongue around his tight balls, squeezing them until he gasped. “You haven’t even thanked me for helping you last week.”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted desperately. “Th-thank you. I w-was going to thank you. I was. I meant to.”

“Hmm.” I licked another long stripe up the length of his cock. “Don’t know if I believe you. Maybe I should leave you here tied up like this for the others to find you in the morning. Maybe then I’d believe you were grateful. And everyone would know what a little slut you are.”

He shuddered, eyes rolling back. He liked the thought of that.

“Would you do that for me, your highness?” I purred, then circled the head of his cock with my tongue as I slurped up the pre-cum pouring from the tip.

“Yes,” he moaned, wonderfully submissive. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know you will.” I sat back, then laughed breathlessly at his plaintive whine. “Show me that needy hole so I can decide if I want to put my tongue on it.”

His breath caught. I saw his core muscles engage as he lifted his knees into the air, slouching lower against the corner post to tilt his hips. I grabbed one of his ankles and pushed it to the side, hooking it over the middle rope so he was spread obscenely wide. A loud, trembling moan tore from Crossbody as his now exposed hole clenched.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching into my shorts and pulling out my cock as I stared down at it, pushing my tongue against my teeth. The urge to eat his ass until he was a quivering mess made my whole body tighten, and I started shuttling my hand over my cock fast, shuddering with pleasure.

“Vince,” Crossbody mewled, his expression frantic as he watched me stroke myself. “Please, I want to—Let me suck you off again,” he begged, fingers flexing against their restraints. “Let me make you come. Please. I need it.”

“You don’t get to decide what happens,” I said sharply, releasing my cock to palm his ass and tilt his hips up even more. My thumb moved inward to stroke his hole, and it twitched as he choked on a frantic moan.

I smirked up at him. “What do you want here, your highness? My tongue or my cock?”

“Oh fuck.” His eyes rolled back as I wet my thumb and circled his hole again with slick friction. “C-cock. Your cock. Please… please fuck me.”

“I just told you that you don’t get to decide,” I purred, reaching up to shove my middle finger into his mouth. “So now you don’t get either. Suck it. Get it wet.”

He moaned around it, tongue sliding desperately as he sucked. I pulled it free and lowered it between his legs, fisting his painfully hard cock in my other hand.

Crossbody’s whole body strained up with a trembling moan as I sank my finger inside him, gritting my teeth to stave off a groan. He was so fucking hot and tight. It took all my self-control not to pull my finger free and shove my cock deep into his ass.

“You wish this was my dick, don’t you?” I rasped, sliding my finger in and out as I started pumping his cock. “Because you’re just a little cockslut who wants to get fucked.”

“Yes,” he sobbed, hips writhing between my hands.

“Say it.”

“I want to get fucked,” he burst out, shaking hard. “I want you to fuck me. Please, Vince—”

“You haven’t earned it yet,” I snarled, panting as I fucked him harder and faster with my finger. “You should thank me for giving you this much.”

“Th-thank you,” he cried. “It f-feels so good. It’s—I’m going to come.” A hoarse sound tore from him. “Vince, I’m going to come.”

“I haven’t said you can come yet. Or at all.”

“Please,” he sobbed. “P-please. I can’t stop it. Oh fuck—”

“Are you sorry for being an asshole?”

“Yes,” he wailed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m—f-fuck, I’m coming—”

“No.” I squeezed the head of his cock in a tight fist, pinching the slit closed around his piercing. A desperate shout left him as he bucked his hips to try and shake my hand off, so I barked, “Stay fucking still.”

He whimpered but obeyed, his body trembling as his toes curled, one ankle still hooked over the rope. The slightest shift of my finger inside him had him shuddering hard, his body trying to curl up even more than it already was.

“Good boy,” I rasped, then pulled my finger free and leaned down to spit on his hole. A garbled moan left him, eyes rolling back.

Sliding my fist lower, I gave the slick tip of his cock a wet, tonguing kiss. His teeth sank into his lower lip, chest heaving with manic breaths.

“Don’t move and I’ll let you come,” I purred, circling his hole before sinking my finger back inside and pressing it firmly against his prostate. He choked, clenching around it.

I could feel how tense he was, trying desperately to keep still as I began sucking his cock and stimulating his prostate with tiny strokes of my fingertip. His legs were shaking wildly, his breathing speeding up even more and growing shallow and frantic, until he started moaning uncontrollably on every exhale.

But he managed to keep mostly still, and I was impressed. I was reluctant to stop for even a second, but I slid my mouth free just long enough to rasp, “Now,” before sucking him back inside.

Immediately, he stiffened even more and cried out, strained and desperate, as his cock flexed against my tongue. A breathless moan escaped me as his cum pumped into the back of my throat, hole clenching around the base of my finger.

“I c-can’t—oh fuck, it won’t stop,” I heard him moan hoarsely, and I groaned as I kept massaging his prostate, milking him until he was quaking wildly with overstimulation. Only then did I ease my finger free, giving the tip of his cock one last lick before I lifted my head, my breaths ragged.

Trembling with need, I scrambled to my feet and planted them on either side of his hips as I fisted my aching cock and stroked fast. Crossbody was already leaning in to capture the head in his mouth and suck desperately, moaning around me.

It was only seconds before my hips stuttered and a hoarse groan left me as I spurted onto his tongue. He licked and sucked feverishly, making sure to get every drop of cum while I shuddered with intense pleasure, my hand shaking as it gripped my throbbing cock.

I found myself reaching out to smooth back his messy hair as I stared down at him with dazed eyes, my chest heaving, my legs unsteady and threatening to buckle.

He kept on sucking even after my orgasm ended, eyes closed, his frantic breaths beginning to calm. When a reluctant hiss left me, my cock growing too sensitive, his eyes fluttered open, and my whole body tensed up again, for a different reason this time.

I knew what was about to happen. He was going to get angry and defensive and tell me to fuck off.

And I didn’t blame him.

Once again, I had no fucking idea how that had happened. I had no idea why this kept happening. I was sure he didn’t either.

But I knew one thing. This couldn’t happen again. It wasn’t… healthy. It was weird and jarring and making me confused.

It couldn’t happen again. It couldn’t.

I was pretty sure I’d thought that after the last time, though. And here we were.