Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

" I don't want to be here." I don't even know why I'm here. I've had his cock. I made it through every gauntlet he threw down, and then I took his cock and that ridiculous knot at the end of it. That was supposed to be it. I was done. And now here I am again, less a week later, knocking at Hades's fucking door.

"But I haven't seen the third Indiana Jones movie yet."

"Exactly!" I pounce on that like it's a valid reason for my presence. Like we both don't know I'm going to be ass up in his bed inside five minutes. I push past him and head for his bedroom. That's where the TV is, right?

He doesn't let me get far before he grabs my arm and swings me around into him. Our bodies come together with an audible thump, and then he's kissing me, and I feel relief go through me. I hadn't even realized just how tense I'd been this last week, and this is exactly what I needed.

I try to push at him, but he's a solid wall and his mouth is latched onto mine like we're superglued together. I couldn't stop this if I wanted to. He's so much bigger than I am, so much stronger.

My cock gets hard so fast it's painful, and suddenly, I need my jeans off right now. My T-shirt, too. I'm dressed for work because I'm supposed to be working, but I was walking over to the nightclub and suddenly I was here. I called in sick on the elevator ride up to the thirteenth floor.

He walks me backward and I try to resist. I push at him some more, bang my fists against his chest and try to dig my feet in, resist the backward motion he's insisting I make. None of it does any good, and before I know it, I feel the bed against the back of my legs and then he pushes me down onto it.

I land in an ungainly sprawl and glare up at him. Fucking stud.

He stares down at me, and I stare back at him and there's an air of anticipation in the air, like we're both waiting for something. If he's expecting me to ask him to fuck me, he's going to be waiting a very long time.

Those fucking dark eyes of his are boring into me, into my soul, and I break first. But I'm still not asking for it.

"I suppose you think you're going to stuff that monster between your legs into me again."

"No."

"No?" What? Why the fuck not?

He leans over me and presses his body along mine. He stops with his lips inches from my own. "I'm going to fuck that pretty little slit of yours with the longest and thickest sound you can imagine. Of course, we're going to have to work our way up from the teeny tiny ones you've already had shoved up your slit."

My whole body shudders, my cock leaving a wet spot on the front of my jeans.

"In your dreams," I tell him.

"Oh yes. Every single night since you were last here." He laughs. "You shouldn't leave it so long between visits. It gives me more time to come up with wicked things to do to you."

I groan, my eyes closing, anticipation riding me hard. This isn't what I came for. I came for him to fuck my ass again, not my cock. I'm not leaving, though, am I? No, I'm staying right here and doing my damnedest not to beg for it.

"Strip," he tells me, stepping back and slipping from his robe. He is gloriously naked beneath it and his cock is already hard. Hell, it's already dripping with pre-come.

Eyes on it, I lick my lips. It's been almost a whole week and I want a taste.

"Not until you're naked and you beg me to take your mouth."

I glare at him. He knows that's not going to happen.

He stands back a half step and grabs his cock, strokes it, nice and slow. Then he squeezes the tip and several more drops bead at his slit. I lick my lips again—I can almost taste it—and one of the beads drops onto the floor. What a fucking waste.

"Let me."

"Let you what, baby boy?"

"Fucker!"

He keeps stroking, that fucking cock leaking more pre-come onto the damned floor.

"Let me taste," I finally grind out. Damn him.

Grinning, he climbs onto the bed to kneel over me, still stroking. "Open up," he tells me once he's positioned his cock over my mouth.

I glare some more, but I do it, don't I? I open my mouth, just like he told me to.

He squeezes the head of his cock again and this time, the pre-come drips off his cockhead and onto my lips and my tongue.

I groan, my eyes closing as I take it in, the flavor and the sensation of his spunk a fucking addiction. Maybe that's not just an expression. Maybe that's why I keep coming back because his come is drugging me.

He feeds me a few more drops that way, then he leans back on his haunches. "You want more than just a taste."

Bastard. He knows I do. I nod.

He shakes his head. "Oh, no, baby boy. You want to suck me, you better ask for it. Nicely."

"Motherfucker!"

"That's not very nice at all."

I grumble and snarl and then take a breath and in my best Oliver Twist voice I say, "Please, sir, may I have some cock?"

He puts his head back and laughs. "Oh, damn, that was good."

He kneels back up again and that brings his cock right to my mouth. He presses it against my lips, his slit against my tongue. Moaning, I wrap around it as best as I can and suck hard, my tongue working his slit.

He pushes forward some, making me take more. I keep the suction up as best as I can. I love how hot his cock is and how he keeps leaking drops into my mouth. They slide down my throat, leaving tingles in their wake, all the way down. It makes me suck harder—I want more.

Rocking, he pushes deeper into my mouth before pulling most of the way out. He finds a rhythm, the push and pull and in and out, going a little deeper, then deeper still until he's pushing against the back of my throat. I just take it. I take everything he gives me and tell myself that it's because he's bigger than me and I have no choice.

I refuse to consider how my hands have moved of their own accord and are wrapped around his ass, holding on tight and pulling him in over and over, even as his cockhead hits the back of my throat again and again.

He pulls his cock right out, and I whimper and tug him forward again, my hands digging into his ass cheeks.

"As you wish, baby boy."

Before I can protest the moniker yet again, he pushes his cock back between my lips, spreading them as he keeps going in and in until he's at the back of my throat again. I swallow around him as best as I can, and he moans. Fuck, I love that sound. I love that I'm the one who made it happen.

He moves faster now, not pulling all the way out, but close to it before thrusting back in to hit the back of my throat. I slap at his slit with my tongue when he's almost out and swallow as hard as I can around his prick when he's in deep. He moves faster, harder, and I can feel his cock getting that little bit harder as he gets ready to shoot.

Then he's coming, spunk filling my throat and mouth, and then landing all over my face as he pulls out. I swallow and swallow and lick my lips before swallowing some more. Hades leans in and licks at my lips as well, then cleans the rest of the come off my face with his tongue. Fuck, that's hot. He's hot. The hottest fucking thing ever.

"So," he says, as he leans back on his haunches again, trapping me with his body. "A nice big plug for your ass first, and then I'll fuck your prick until you're stretched enough to take one of my fingers."

"No fucking way."

"Maybe not that far today. But the final sound I have in mind is as thick as a pen, and longer."

I shake my head, but my cock spurts a little, my body as traitorous as ever.

"Talk is cheap." And all I've heard so far is talk.

He chuckles again and leans in to kiss my cheek. "Now strip or I'm sending you home without so much as another touch." Then he gets up and moves over to his wardrobe.

I lie there, watching him, trying to decide if he's bluffing. Then I decide I don't want to call it and find out that he actually means it. I get up and strip out of my clothes. My cock breathes a sigh of relief at being out of the tight quarters of my jeans and leaps eagerly toward my belly. There's no denying that Hades turns me on as well as inside out.

He's picking things up and making a little pile. "You want to come see?"

I shake my head. Nope. He's going to show me soon enough.

"Then get back on the bed like a good boy."

"Not a boy." I'm going to get the words tattooed to my fucking forehead.

He gives that husky laugh of his. "Okay."

I can tell he doesn't mean it.

Then he turns and looks me in the eyes. "Boy."

I roll my eyes and turn onto my side, showing my disinterest in what he's choosing. Not turning back and looking is one of the hardest things I've ever done.

He climbs onto the bed and sets the things he's chosen in a little pile next to me where I can see them. I close my eyes. But I got a small glimpse and can't help myself from opening my eyes and taking a proper look. Fuck, he wasn't kidding about how thick and long the biggest sound he's going to use is. There are at least a half dozen ones of varying lengths and sizes he's no doubt going to use first. It's going to be a long night.

Something in me relaxes and I take a breath, turn my attention to the other things. The ubiquitous lube, the fucking huge dildo, the nipple clamps.

"Clamps? Again?"

He reaches for my nipples and pinches them both at the same time, twists them. Bucking, I cry out. They're so fucking sensitive and he just loves to play with them. Nobody else ever has.

"Unless you'll let me pierce these."

"Nope. Not happening."

"Then nipple clamps it is."

These are rubber and the teeth are wide. They don't look as vicious as the previous ones he's used. He sees me eyeing them and leans in, just says one word. "Vibrating."

I swallow. I am so fucked.

He grabs the lube. "You ready to be filled in both lower holes?"

I shake my head, but we both know that I am.

"Grab your legs and hold them up, expose yourself for me."

I growl. Now he fucking wants me to help him stuff me with the big dildo? Is he fucking crazy?

I grab my ankles and pull them back toward me, which rolls my ass up a bit and exposes my hole. I swear, if he says?—

"Good boy."

"Not a boy." We say it together and his eyes are twinkling. He's laughing at me. Who can blame him? I'm here, of my own volition, holding myself open for him so he can fill me. And I want him to get on with it already.

He opens the lube and gets his fingers all slippery. Then he slides one into me. Pulls it out, slides a different one in, then a different one. They're all slightly different thicknesses and it's the strangest good sensation I've felt yet. Then he pushes in two at a time and I start riding. It's not easy, holding my legs up and back like I am, but I get some motion with my hips and rock onto his fingers.

I bite off a cheer as he finally pushes in three at once. Fuck yes. When I'm rocking on those as well, he pulls them away and replaces them with the dildo. It's bigger and not as hot, but that doesn't stop him from pushing it right into me and me from taking it with a moan.

He puts his hand on mine, encouraging me to let go of my ankles and set my feet up near my ass. Then he fucks me with the dildo, pushing it into me in ever-increasing motions. Slow and steady eventually becomes hard and fast, and I'm riding with it, my entire body undulating, taking it and taking it and begging wordlessly for more.

When he stops, leaving the thing buried deep inside me, I whimper in protest. I'm hard and leaking, my balls are up tight against my body. My orgasm is right there. Right fucking there.

"You can come when we're finished with the sounds."

I groan and lie back, panting softly. I can't even say I don't want the sounds, because I do. The biggest one there makes me nervous, but I want to know. I need to. There I am, back to that word again. He makes me need things I don't want to need. That I've never needed before. And yet I have a hunch that if he were to push it, I would beg him for it. I'm glad he isn't pushing it.

He sets the sounds out next to me in a row from the smallest one—very thin and only a couple inches long—to the largest one. Longer and thicker and I don't know. But I know I want to find out.

"What's first?" he asks me.

"Uh… You make me beg for it?" Not that that's going to happen.

"Not this time. This time, we'll start with lube."

He collects a whole bunch of it and starts pushing it into my slit. It's slightly cool and feels strange, but not in a bad way, and the coolness heats up quickly to match my body temp. I'm already panting and this is the easy part.

After he's pushed half the fucking container of lube into my slit, he finally grabs the smallest of the sounds. It's only a couple millimeters across and about two inches long. There's a little silver ball on the top of it. To keep the thing from disappearing entirely down my cock. Fuck.

I'm holding my breath, and he grabs my cock and squeezes it, turning my slit into a little ‘o'. I close my eyes. I don't want to see this. Then I open them again. Because yes, I do.

And so I do. I watch as he puts the bottom of the sound into my cock slit and then he just lets go of it and it plunges down until the ball at the top stops it. Boom. It happened so fast I'm not even sure I would have noticed if I hadn't been looking.

He meets my gaze. "Not much to that one is there?"

What am I supposed to say? Give me the biggest one you've got? I finally shrug. I'm not making any comments on this.

He just smiles at me, and I love that smile. The one that says he knows exactly what I'm thinking and exactly what I need and that he's going to give it to me. The one that warms his eyes and says he knows it's me here with him and not just some rando.

I close my eyes to keep that look from doing me in and I bite out the words, "Just get on with it already."

He tugs the sound out and shows me the next one. It's the same one as he put in me the first time. About three inches long, a little bit wider than the first, and that red jewel on top. The little silver ball crowning my cock was kind of sexy, I know the ruby jewel sitting there is hot.

He dips the sound into the pot of lube, then grabs my cock to squeeze and turn my slit into the requisite ‘o'. I hold my breath as he sets the bottom of the sound into my slit, then lets go, just like he did the first time. The thing glides right into me until it's stopped by the jewel, only this time I feel it going in. My balls start to ache, and I pant some more.

He pulls this one out almost as quickly as he did the first. The next plug is the same length, but visibly thicker than the first two. It's got a ruby rose on top. He twirls it around, dips it into the lube and twirls it some more, playing with it. Tease. I groan and he looks at me, lips twitching up into a wicked grin; he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

"You want it, boy? It's thicker than the other two."

I do want it. I need to know. Then I can leave and never come back. Even I know that for the lie it is.

I thrust my hips up impatiently. I need him to do something, preferably put that sound into my cock slit.

He finally grabs my penis and squeezes. He sets the sound at the tip of my slit and lets go. It still slides down on its own, but it's slower and I feel every single millimeter of it going into me. Then he grabs the rose at the top and pulls it partway out before letting it go. He does it a few more times before I realize he's fucking me with it.

My moan is loud and throaty, and I want more. I want to really feel it. I want it to be undeniable as it slides in and out of my body. He seems to be enjoying this, though. Pulling it mostly out, then letting it slip back in on its own, over and over.

"More," I finally growl. I need more.

"Anything you want, baby boy." He pulls the sound right out and sets it aside before grabbing the fourth one. A little thicker maybe, but definitely longer. Four inches or so. I take a breath and try to calm myself. My balls are aching so badly, and I feel like I could shoot at any moment. I kind of want that to happen while one of the sounds is in. Those dry all-over orgasms are incredible.

I curl my toes, fighting with myself. I don't want to have to beg, but I need more, I want more, he's got to give me more.

"Please," I whisper.

He doesn't say anything, and I appreciate that he's not crowing about it. He simply dips the plug into the lube, holding it by the little cherry on top. Then he grabs my cock and squeezes.

In a new move, he puts the tip of the sound into my slit, then rubs it around the inner walls in a circle. I shudder, the pleasure ratcheting up.

"I'm close." I want to warn him.

He inclines his head and lets go of the sound.

It seems to take forever to drop all the way, and it's stretching me a little, I think. The cherry on top almost makes me laugh. It's incongruous. I lick my lips and take a breath and try to relax. Then he fucks me with the sound, not pulling it all the way up, or even very far, but enough, then pushing it back in. He keeps doing it until my body is moving with the sound, meeting his rhythm. My orgasm builds inside me, though I'm not sure I can come from this. It's not quite enough.

He tugs the sound right out and slaps my cock, and I shout, bucking as I come, spraying spunk all over my belly.

I lie there like a limp biscuit, panting, my nerves firing every so often, making me jerk. Every time I'm here, my orgasms are better than the last time. It's incredible. Hades is incredible.

"The next one will be dry." He pats my cock and my balls, and I shiver.

He has my cock in hand again and is filling it with more lube. That reminds me that the next sound is bigger still and the ones after it are fucking huge. I remind myself that the last one went down farther than I've had, but it barely stretched me. I can do this. If I didn't think I could, I would leave. I don't want to leave. I want to feel this. I want him to make me take it.

He will. He's good that way.

"Let's go," he says, and I shake my head but don't tell him no.

This sound has a silver ball on top, big enough he can hold it between his fingers as he feeds the tip of the thing into my slit. I bite my lower lip, waiting for him to drop it and let gravity do its work, but he doesn't. This time, he gradually pushes it into me. I don't want to watch, but I do. Like I'm compelled to, I just can't look away.

He pushes it in deeper and deeper, and I can really feel it. There's a bit of a stretch, but it's more just the sensation of the metal moving along my slit into my cock. My balls are already drawing up tight against my body, still aching. It's like I never even came; here I am, close and needy all over again.

"It's fascinating, watching the metal disappear into your prick."

I can't deny that, I don't even try.

At last, it's all the way in, the bauble at the top resting against my slit lips.

When he grabs hold of the sphere at the top of the sound between his fingers, I have to purse my lips together to keep from begging him not to take it out yet. I can still feel the burn of the stretch and I want to revel in that for a while.

I shouldn't have worried. He's not pulling it out, instead he's slowly moving it in a circle. I about short out, garbled words coming out of me. I have no idea what I'm even trying to say.

He lets the ball go and gently pats my cock.

"Such a good boy."

I don't complain about the word. At this moment, I'm happy to be his boy and I want to be good. Because I know there's more coming and I want it to come. I want him to blow my mind tonight and then do it all over again tomorrow. l can admit that. To myself anyway. I'm pretty sure he knows.

He pulls the sound partway out, then pushes it back in, repeating it a few times before pulling it out and filling me with the next one up size-wise.

More stretching, a light burn as the thicker sound needs to make more room to get inside. This one, he fucks my slit with, pulling it almost all the way out, then working it back in, stretching me over and over.

Then he lets it drop with only maybe a half inch of it inside me. The sound slides down my slit without any help from him. It goes down slowly, filling me up, stretching me out.

I groan and shift, but that jostles the sound and that is intense, so I still. Until I need to feel that again and I plant my heels in the mattress and hump up. Oh fuck yes.

He eventually removes the sound and picks up the biggest one. It doesn't look so daunting anymore. Oh, it's big and it's scary, but the one he just pulled out was pretty big and scary, too, and I loved every second of it inside me.

I lick my lips, my eyes glued to the thing. Anticipation has me on the edge, my fingers and toes squeezing rhythmically together.

"Do it." I tell him once he's put more lube into me and seems to be just standing there.

He tilts his head. "What was that?"

"You heard me."

"You didn't say the magic word."

I glare at him, and we are both like a statue for a few moments. Then I let the words explode out of me in a rush because I need this.

"Please fuck my cock with the sound."

"It will be my pleasure. And yours."

Yeah, yeah. I know he's right, damn him.

He feeds this one in slowly, and I groan at the feeling of it opening me up to make room. He lets go of it at one point and it just sits there. He touches the tip gently, making it swing from side to side, and my eyes roll back in my head as I cry out. Fuck! I hadn't been expecting that, or how good it would feel.

When the side-to-side motion has stopped, he continues to push the sound into me. It's five inches long at least, and he feeds every single inch into me until only the dragonfly on top of it remains. It really looks like there's a silver bug perched on top of my cock. And it feels like my slit is totally full.

Panting, I look down at my cock, waiting for him to fuck my slit with the sound. And I wait. And wait.

When I look away from my cock to gaze into his eyes, he gives me that wicked grin of his, and all of a sudden, the clamps on my nipples start vibrating. My mouth drops open and I wail. It feels like the vibrations around my nipples have a direct line to my cock and balls, and then I'm dry coming, my entire body convulsing as pleasure rushes through it.

It's so good, so intense, and the world grays out, everything else disappearing but the sensations moving through me. I have no clue how long it lasts, but it does seem to go on forever, vibrations and pleasure, me flying with it.

It only stops when the nipple clamps still, and I can try to catch my breath. I can't move, every single nerve is used and exhausted, my muscles useless. That's okay. I don't need to move, or say anything, or do anything at all.

My eyes close and I float on the sensation of utter satiation. His hand slides onto my belly, keeping me from floating completely away.