Chapter 33 My Boss And I (5)
Were you disgusted?
I was too, initially. But the pleasure jolting up my spine dwindled my thoughts to mud.
I clenched my teeth, fighting back the waves of pleasure. Mr. Tesla continued to suck and lick every area around my anus. His rimming was so good, experienced, and profound. His tongue slid down an inch lower, taking my balls and kissing them.
Was this my punishment? I suppressed a moan.
This was better than the thought of him into BDSM, I, to myself.
"This is your first, Jonah. It will hurt for a while," Mr. Tesla said arcing my derriere to his groin.
His cock was of respectable height and length. So, the thought that this might hurt me didn't occur to me. Mr. Tesla first tried his middle finger into my butt hole, circling and thrusting vigorously.
"Is that it?" I groaned softly, enjoying the thrill emanating from his finger.
"Hold on, Jonah. I'll be with you soon," he assured me.
With a slow thrust, he pushed the tip of his shaft into my behind. At first, a sweet ache ebbed through me. Suddenly, he shoved deeper, and a sharp pain stung rallied into my brain.
"No!" I yelled, shrugging off from Mr. Tesla's grip. I was wrong, this indeed was a punishment. He was off it!
But Mr. Tesla's hands pinned my hands behind me, caging me firmly as his strength dwarfed mine. "Be still, Jonah," he ordered. "I'm not all in."
What the hell, he wasn't all in! My thought screamed.
He withdrew, added some lubricant to his hose and grabbed my butt again, whilst forcing his way all through. I let out a scream, renting the still quiet evening.
"Be quiet, Jonah. Relish in the pain, you'll enjoy this." He began to jam into me, holding me still despite my whims.
He was mad!
Mr. Tesla was mad.
He didn't even prepare me for this.
I understood now why he needed a young man like me. He needed a man that he would subdue, a man he could owe, a man to please his insatiable desires.
I groaned, begging him to go easy on me. But each cry of mine that escaped my lips only seemed to spurn him harder.
He grunted, grabbing my waist while his head lay on my back. Slowly, the sting and sharp pain that I felt gradually tinged into that of sweetness spreading through me.
And while he shoved on, riding higher to the clouds, I gasped and whimpered in his arms.
Finally, he withdrew, turning me to face him. I couldn't sit, my tunnel did hurt so much. Mr. Tesla smirked while wiping off my fallen tears with the back of his hand.
"With time, you would be wanting this as much as I do," He said.
Was he mocking me? I laced my eyes at him. "This punishment isn't nice," I said to him.
"Did warn you, Jonah. I still want to fuck you more." He chuckled, stroking his hard cock.
"Come here."
My eyes bulged as he hoisted my legs to his shoulders and slammed his prick into my already gaping hole. This time, he didn't hold back. He was kissing me as he was riding, pinning my hands to his back.
"You're mine, Jonah, and no one else," he slammed on. Once cumming, his grunts heightened as his pace.
When he did spilled, I felt his liquid flooding my anus. He kissed me lastly as he pulled out.
I guessed you knew after all.
I never remained the same.
Something in me had been crucified when Mr. Tesla fucked me.
I was there to please Mr. Tesla always and he treated me like I was his property. He gave me whatever I asked of him; money, protection, promotion, and love.
Our love existed between us both, so I believed he wouldn't be out in the open to want the world to know who he was.
To quell the nagging spirits in me, I found it soothing to find myself in pubs or clubs, where blaring music consoled my thoughts of what I've become. I have been stamped as a damned being, seeking pleasures where I shouldn't.
I had signed a contract with Mr. Tesla, and I must respect it. But he wasn't here with me, I reasoned. Would it hurt to go against what he wanted?
I was at the club, watching a girl dance to the rhythm of the sound. She was a red hair, pretty little thing, round boobs but she got quite a pretty ass. It was funny that I was not as hard for women. Seeing her wriggle her bums twitched my member, making it tremble in my briefs. I couldn't hold it anymore.
I wanted to fuck her, but not in the usual way. In the way that I'd been taught.