Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

I went back to the Giving Place a couple days after my second visit and once again had myself turned inside out by Hades, the fucker. The last dildo he'd used was so fucking huge, but still not as big as him. He declared me ready for his cock on my next visit, though, so that was something. I tried to cajole him into letting me have it right after that last dildo, but he insisted my ass needed a break, and he was probably right, damn him.

I want to get this over with so I don't have to keep coming back. So I can put this whole episode behind me. I am not a bottom boy. At all. I just want to defeat the challenge of taking his enormous cock. That's all this is. As soon as I've done that, life goes back to normal.

It's been a few weeks since my third visit now, but I wanted to make sure I had a few days off before I let him fuck me with that monster cock. I'm not making a holiday or celebration out of this or anything like that. I just figure a couple of days without having to go to work post-reaming will be nice. So I took Wednesday and Thursday off work. With my usual days off that's four whole days. I refuse to consider that maybe I wanted the extra days so I can make this time with him—this final time with him—last longer.

I climb off the bus and look up at the building I'm about to go into. For the fourth fucking time. The last time, I remind myself. Which is a good thing, because while I enjoy the fight, winding up on the bottom every time is not what I'm about. Fuck, I'm the furthest thing from a size queen, so I'm not even sure why I need to get reamed by him so badly. It isn't a want, either; it's definitely a need. One I wanted to ignore and just couldn't.

I finally tear my gaze away from the side of the building, square my shoulders, and head inside. I go straight for the elevator and push the button for the thirteenth floor. I'm just wearing a T-shirt and jeans today, not my best ones or anything, and it feels incongruous when I get out on the thirteenth floor with all its fancy marble and luxury. I know it doesn't matter what I'm wearing, though. I'm not even going to go down to the big lounge room at the end of the hall; I know which door is his now, even though they all look exactly the same. How crazy is that?

I nod at the guy—the same guy as always—behind the desk and he buzzes me in with a smile. I pull open the doors just like I always do, with all the bravado and confidence I can muster. The corridor is as empty and quiet as it always is, and I stop in front of his door. I stand there, just looking at it for the longest time.

Am I ready for this? Well, I'm here, aren't I? And I knew I was coming back after I left the last time because I knew I wanted this. I shake my head because I shouldn't want it. It isn't like me at all to want it. Need I remind myself. It makes a difference. I don't have to want something to need it. Truth is, though, I have no idea why I seem to need it, either.

This will be the first time I don't come to the door with him. The first time he isn't with me to pull me in. The first time I have to knock and ask for admittance. I know it doesn't seem like that big a thing, but for some reason, it is. I tell myself to just stop it and knock on the fucking door already, but before I can act on that thought, the door opens, Hades standing there in all his fucking studly glory, looking… well, fucking incredible actually, and I have to keep myself from jumping into his arms and rubbing off against him.

"You planning on standing out there all night?" he asks, smoky voice sliding over me like it always does, one eyebrow raised.

Oh, the fucker. I'm suddenly unfrozen and I put my hands on his so-solid chest and push hard. I must have taken him unaware because he steps back. I follow him in and shove again, and he takes a few more steps back.

"You know why I'm here." I shove him a few more times, and he's almost up against the wall.

"I have an idea why my sweet bottom boy has returned, yes."

"Not a boy." That word still sends a thrill down my spine, though, goes straight to my balls. I realize I'm hard, my cock pushing painfully against my zipper.

"You are mine," he murmurs, so quietly I'm not even sure I actually heard the words or just imagined them.

Glowering, I shove him again, harder this time, and his back hits the wall. Sliding my fingers around the straps of the leather harness he's wearing, I bring our mouths together almost violently and take a kiss. His big hands wrap around my arms, holding me hard enough he might leave bruises. They won't be the only ones he leaves on my body tonight.

As we fight for dominance of the kiss, it hits me again how much bigger he is than me, and I pull back, my eyes narrowing as I look at up at him.

He doesn't say anything, just lets that damn eyebrow rise up again. Makes me want to shave it right off.

"You let me win."

"Win?"

"Yeah. You let me come in here and shove you up against the wall and kiss you. You let me."

His lips curl up into that wicked smile of his, and he shrugs, his muscles moving against my fingers. "Maybe."

He's infuriating and I growl and tug him close for another kiss.

This time, he doesn't let me win. Instead, he takes control of the kiss, then takes control of me. He moves his hands from my shoulders to my hips and picks me up off the ground before flipping us around. Now I'm the one with my back against the wall and he's pressing up against me, keeping me pinned there off the ground like some bug on display.

I should growl and snarl and make it hard for him to keep holding me like this, but instead I wrap my legs and my arms around him and hold on. I save all my fight for the kiss, biting at his lips and his tongue, pushing into his mouth to be in charge. He gives as good as he gets, growling into it, and I'm not surprised when I taste the copper note of blood on my tongue. I've got no idea whose it is, and it doesn't matter. And it doesn't slow or ease the kiss in the least.

I'm so focused on his kiss, it's a shock when he lets me go, all but throws me from him, and my back hits the mattress. I hadn't even realized we were moving. I glare up at him and his display of strength, the reminder that I can fight all I want, but will always end up on the bottom with him.

I glare at him, but he just starts undoing the ties on his leather pants, opening them up to let that giant beast out.

"Are you going to undress for me?" he asks. "Or…"

"Or what?" I'm not doing anything to make this easier for him.

"Or do I need to tear the clothes off you?"

I snort. He's not going to do that.

He does that.

He starts with my T-shirt. Yanking it out of my jeans and grabbing the bottom of it in each hand and ripping it in two from the bottom all the way up to the neck. He had to put a little more effort into ripping the neckline with its extra material and stitching, but he does it, and does it easily.

"Fucker!"

He doesn't deny it, just nods toward my jeans. "So are you going to undress for me?"

Holding his gaze, I shake my head. No way is he going to be able to tear my jeans in two. I suddenly remember that he's done it before and I had to walk home in sweats that were a zillion sizes too big.

Before I can react to that thought and take them off myself, the fucker tears my jeans in two. Well, in four is probably more accurate. It takes him a little longer, it's definitely more effort, but he does it and tosses the pieces over his shoulder. Unfuckingbelievable.

My prick is harder than ever, and as I'm not wearing any underwear, he can totally see it, the tip leaking at his show of strength.

He grabs my feet and yanks my shoes off, then my socks, tossing them away, too.

"That's better."

"Asshole."

"It's yours that I'm interested in."

Yeah, and that's what I'm interested in too. I want that monster cock inside me. I want to know so I can go and never come back. I push that thought away because it's bringing me down. I want to be absolutely present in the here and now, experience every second of this.

So I can relive it over and over again.

You best believe I shove that thought away real hard.

He goes back to taking off his leathers, pulling them down his legs and kicking out of them. He's not wearing any underwear either, and I get an eyeful of his strong body, his huge dick pointing right at me. It's leaking at the tip already, just like mine.

There's a certain feeling of power in knowing that the biggest guy in the room is turned on by me. I am not powerless here, not at all.

I rise up on my elbows, watching as he slowly jacks his cock, making it grow even bigger. Then he climbs onto the bed, coming up so I get an up close and personal view of this monster cock. The veins along it are sexy, promising me texture when it fills me up. That's when I notice the base of it. There's a growth of some sort there.

"My knot," he tells me. He must have followed my gaze.

"Your what now?"

"My knot. It comes up when I'm aroused. It'll fuse us together until it goes down."

"You're fucking kidding me."

"No, I'm not." He takes my hand and brings it down to the… protrusion.

I've never felt anything so hot. It's as silky as the rest of his cock, and when I squeeze, it has the same hard but living texture. That squeeze makes him groan and several drops of pre-come land on my cheek. Oh, he's sensitive here. I squeeze again and he jerks, humping the air a little.

I like it. I love that it's so sensitive and I can make him squirm by playing with it. But it's not going inside me. It's a close call as to weather his cock is going to fit in the first place. This is definitely not.

"You'll make me come," he warns as I keep playing with it, and suddenly that is exactly what I want. Every time I come here, he's in control. In control of what we do, of me, of my orgasms. Right now, I'm the one in control.

I keep playing. I try different touches, see what makes him react the most. Squeezing it seems to be the best so I use both hands so I can reach around as much of it as possible and then I squeeze rhythmically. When I add a little up and down rub to the motions, he cries out, and suddenly I have a face full of spunk.

I let my hands fall away and smirk up at him before sliding my tongue out and licking up what I can reach. Point one goes to me tonight.

"So that's a thing." I touch his knot again, and he hisses.

"Sensitive."

"Yeah, I figured that out. So have you got any other secret hot spots I should know about?" Because this starts to even the field out.

"Maybe."

"That's a yes." I've been so focused on the fight and on my ass that I haven't looked for any of his hot spots. Fuck. It's been all about me. Well.

He frowns. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head. I've had a fuck buddy a time or two, but I don't usually do repeats so it's not like learning that much about the other guy is ever relevant. But I want to know about his sweet spots. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't need to know about him; I'm going to get fucked and then it'll be over and I'm going to go.

But you don't want to go and not come back. You want to get to know him and every one of his sweet spots.

I slap the little voice in my head away and I go to get up, but he puts one of those big hands on my chest and pushes me back down.

"I don't think so," he growls at me.

"I've got to go," I insist.

"Why? I thought you wanted this?" He waves his cock at me. "Is my knot that intimidating that you're going to leave rather than take it?"

"No!" Damn him, that's got nothing to do with it.

"Then why?"

He's not going to let this go. Maybe I should have told him it was the knot, but I just can't let him think I'm scared to get fucked by him, because I'm not. I want it. I do. That's why I'm back here for the fourth time already.

That's right. I'm doing the repeats because I want to know what that cock feels like. I want him to make me take it. That's it, that's all.

I relax back down into the mattress. Yeah, okay. I can do this.

One of his eyebrows goes up as my demeanor changes, but he doesn't press it. He backs off a bit, his hand leaving my chest.

"I guess you're almost ready for my cock, then."

"Almost?" I growl at him and try to get up again. "If you're going to throw more delaying tactics at me, I'm out of here."

He shoves me back onto the bed, and I lean into the fight; this I know. I roll to the other side of the bed and sit up, throwing my legs over the edge. He grabs my shoulders and drags me back.

"We're doing this my way."

"Just do it already!"

He grabs a tub of lube that I hadn't even noticed sitting on the side table and sets it down next to my hip. "Get yourself ready first."

"What?"

"Lube. Your fingers. Your ass. Do it."

I snort and shake my head. "In your dreams."

"Oh yeah, I have imagined watching you riding your own fingers while I jack off. It's one of my favorite fantasies." He leans in and whispers into my ear. "And now you're going to fulfill it."

I shake my head, but my hand's already going to the lube, fumbling to open the thing.

His grin is both wicked and smug, but he does help with the container, opening it up.

I glare but dip my fingers in eagerly, scooping a bunch of lube out. Then I reach down between my legs and rub the slick over my hole.

He grunts and shifts, moving to lie next to me. "Up on your knees, legs spread, and do this properly. I'm going to watch you ride."

I shake my head, but I'm moving, going to my knees next to him. I spread them slightly apart and reach around behind me. It's easier to do this way, too. I don't have to hunch over myself to fuck my hole, I just lean back, one hand on the mattress behind me, the other pushing lube into my hole.

Then I slide one finger in and fuck myself with it a few times. One finger is nothing, so easy, and I quickly push in a second. Better. This is better. I spend a little longer at it with the two, but pretty soon, it's not enough either. I dip my fingers back into the lube, then take a breath and push three into my hole. It stretches around my fingers, the slight ache making me groan.

I ride, slowly to start with, body undulating even as my fingers are doing most of the work. My eyelids droop, and I bite my lower lip as the sensations build. It feels good, even if I'm doing it to myself. I fuck myself slowly, then a little faster, then faster still, but eventually even this isn't enough. I want more. I need more.

Then all of a sudden, I have it, one of Hades's fingers pushing in and joining mine. I cry out with surprise, but soon I'm just riding all four fingers.

He makes it five. I'm really feeling the stretch now, but I'm loving it. I get some more lube on my fingers and push them back in with his and I feel him looking at me, watching me with heavy eyes, and I remember what he said and how I'm fulfilling his fantasy. Fuck me, it's a heady sensation.

I figure this is good, I'm stretched out and he'll fuck me now with that crazy huge cock of his, but just as I'm about to pull my fingers away, he stuffs another one into me. My eyes roll back into my head and this sound comes out of me, a groan that sounds like it's been pushed out from deep inside me by our fingers.

I bounce on them, rocking up and down as best as I can, my cock slapping against my belly. I'm lined in sweat, and I'm panting now, my orgasm building in my balls. He grabs them suddenly and tugs hard, making me squeak.

"No coming. You're going to do that on my cock."

Easy enough for him to say, but even with the sharp tug to my nuts, I'm close. He lets go of my balls and reaches for the side table. The next thing I know, he's circling the base of my cock in black leather and clicking the snap closed on a cock ring. Fucking hell.

It helps, though. It backs me off from the edge, damn him.

"On my cock," he says again, his fingers finally slipping out of my ass. I let mine drop away, too, and I'm kneeling on the bed next to him, huffing and panting, my bound cock hard and a deep red at the head.

"Hands and knees now, boy."

I don't even bother protesting that I'm not a boy as I drop to my hands. My ass feels empty and I'm eager for him to fill me.

"Next time, we'll do it face-to-face, but this is going to take work."

"Yeah, yeah, just do it already." And there isn't going to be a next time. I'm not coming back once I've gotten what I want. Right? Right.

My head drops as he pushes more lube into me. This isn't his cock. He promised me his cock.

I grumble and push back against him.

"Patience, boy. This requires as much lube as it does stretching."

I just wag my ass at him, silently demanding that he get the fuck on with it already.

Chuckling, he slaps my ass, his huge palm covering an entire ass cheek. He's just big all over and it's far sexier than I ever imagined, being with someone significantly bigger than me. Maybe this is how all the twinks who want to get with me feel.

He slaps my ass again. "Pay attention, boy."

"I am," I growl.

"You are now," he agrees, giving my other ass cheek a slap as well.

And now, finally, he presses the head of his cock against my hole. He's leaking pre-come. I can tell because my skin is tingling wherever his cockhead touches.

This is what I came back for, but I am suddenly very nervous. He is huge. And I know there's been prep—fucking weeks of prep! —but will he fit? Can I take him?

His hand lands on my lower back and he strokes gently with his fingers, making the nerves there fire. "Easy, boy. We prepped for this, and we're going to take it nice and slow."

I groan, but his words and his touch have helped, and I take a few breaths, my muscles easing a little. It's relaxed me enough that I can bluster. "Just do it already. This is a million years of prep for five seconds of action."

He gives me that wicked little laugh he has, all husky and throaty, then slaps my ass and pushes the tip into me.

Fuck me raw, because he is huge and he's stretching me like whoa, but this is what I came for and I'm finally getting it. Halle-fuckin-luja.

I close my eyes, and my entire focus centers on his cock and how it's stretching my hole. And stretching and stretching and stretching my hole.

He's all heat and tingles and ache inside me. He rests right there, with only the tip in for what feels like fucking forever, but then all of a sudden, just when I'm about to scream with it, he begins moving again. Not fast; he doesn't thrust into me all in one go. No, he's taking his time, gradually pushing a tiny bit deeper in, and then a tiny bit more. It's a careful push into me, and for once, I'm not egging him on. I'm just feeling.

It's so big and the sensations are just as huge, and I swear I can feel each and every millimeter he works into me.

I'm panting and curling my fingers into the sheets long before he's all the way in. I'm not sure how I'm going to take all of him, but I'm sure as hell going to try.

Then, out of the blue, he begins pulling out. My entire body clenches down around him. "What the fuck?"

"The art of fucking includes out strokes as well as in strokes, boy."

Well, I suppose he's got a point. Even if it isn't a fucking art. I take a breath and relax again, as much as I can, and he continues his careful retreat.

Okay, so this is also fucking amazing, similar to when he entered me, but still different from then. Before his head pops out of me, he reverses directions and once again pushes into me.

A groan comes out of me, and yeah, he knows what he's doing because this move into me somehow feels better coming after the near pull out. I decide I should just shut up and let him do his thing.

He gets a little deeper this time before he pulls out. Then deeper still on the next push in. Just like that, he's fucking me, each careful thrust going slightly deeper than the last. He's going slightly faster each time, too, and I can feel myself flying on the sensations. It's like nothing else exists but my ass and his cock.

We're both panting and sweaty when I feel it. That knot of his pressing against my hole. I had said earlier there was no way that was going into me, and I meant it at the time, but as soon as I feel it there, I want it inside me. I push back encouragingly, wordlessly telling him to go for it.

He pulls all the way out, then sets his cockhead against my hole and thrusts in again. It's one, long, smooth push that fills me up, up, and up, and then my hole stretches impossibly wider and he gets that damn thing at the base of his cock inside me.

He stops, buried deep like that, bent over my back, moaning. I carefully bear down, squeezing around his knot, and he hisses.

"Yes! That's it, baby boy." He sounds like he's on the edge. "We're locked together now."

It sure as fuck feels like it.

There's no more thrusting, but he starts circling his hips, his balls slide against mine, the cock inside me rubs my insides and bumps against my gland and I've never felt anything like it, but it's got me even more hot and bothered. My balls are aching, my cock is so hard. It feels like it's going to explode if I don't come soon.

He drops kisses across my back, lingering at my neck, licking my skin with his tongue, and I shudder as the sensation rushes through me.

I whimper, because I need more. How, I don't know, because I have his enormous cock moving inside me, but I just need… something to push me over the edge.

Then he undoes the snap and pulls away the leather around my cock and growls, "Come now."

I do.

I come and I come and I come, milking the huge cock inside me as I shoot out stream after stream of come. Then he roars and comes too, and I can feel his spunk filling me up and more liquid spurts from me.

I collapsed down, my shoulders supporting me, my ass still up, still filled. Hades rests on top of me, body hot as it covers mine. I feel like I'm burning up, but in a good way.

He shifts the tiniest bit, and I feel it through my whole body, pushing me to sensory overload and everything grays out, and there's nothing left but bonelessness and pleasure keeping me floating.