Bound

Nic was more than shocked. Another shock came when Riddick deliberately turned his back to him. The con slowly crawled onto the bed and then kept going. When he reached the other side he stopped and just stayed that way, on hands and knees, waiting. Nic would have to climb up behind him, but Nic couldn’t move.

Nails dragged down his arm and then sank into his flesh just above his elbow. Carly knew how to get a guy’s attention.

She whispered low, meant just for him, but Nic’s eyes stayed on Riddick and the way his head tilted made him think the con could hear her.

“Ream him, Nic. I want to see your tongue up his ass.” She let go just as quickly and smacked his ass before moving away to get a better viewing angle.

Nic just stared. He had to do what? He was shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed. He wasn’t sure if Carly should be considered a vicious master or a depraved sex goddess. Everything she’d told him he’d done, some of it too willingly for his peace of mind. And here he was again, doing something that should make his stomach turn, or at least have him running screaming in the opposite direction.

As he climbed onto the bed Nic looked at Riddick, really looked at him. How did this guy still manage to look like he was in control? He was on his hands and knees waiting for something to be shoved up his ass, but the way he glanced back over his shoulder was indifferent, disinterested even. In no way did he look vulnerable at all.

No time like the present, and the chore wasn’t going to go away by procrastinating.

Riddick twisted around, nearly doubling himself. His hand dropped the tube of lube from the bedside table on the bed beside his leg. “Prep first.”

Nic nodded. Maybe Riddick hadn’t heard afterall.

Get down to it, literally. Riddick’s position had his ass spread already. Nic gripped a rounded cheek with just one hand, he’d need the other to support himself. Head down. His thumb dug deeper, separating.

It wasn’t as tight of a squeeze as Nic had anticipated.

Riddick’s back arched at the first touch of his tongue. The movement pushed against Nic’s face and he dug deeper, his lips finding the raised pucker deep in the crevice.

That growl of a purr was back accept now it had a different quality, more guttural.

Nic had never licked an ass before. He’d expected to be swallowing the gag thing again like with the cum, but didn’t have to. It wasn’t flower scented by any means, but the sharp flavor mixed with the smell and taste of salty sweat was almost erotic. He pushed harder, forcing the tip of his tongue at the clenching hole.

Riddick twitched when he flicked at him, mouth covering, flicking with his tongue.

A groaned ‘agh’ was all the sound he forced from the guy, but it felt like a victory and he did it again, feeling Riddick shudder and pull away slowly.

Lube in hand, Nic let his tongue slide upward as his finger took his tongue’s place. The lubricant was cool, even to him, and in the heat of Riddick’s crack it felt icy.

Nic hadn’t been able to penetrate the tight hole with his tongue at all. He’d gotten the feeling that Riddick had liked clenching against his probing tongue. But now, with the lube, his finger slid easily in.

Tight! He hadn’t expected it to be so tight. With just one finger the hole was clenching tight, very tight. That first barrier ring of muscle squeezed so hard on his finger it felt like it could cut off circulation. He was supposed to get his dick in there? Like hell! The fucking hole would pinch it off!

Riddick’s guttural rumble was back, softer again.

Nic was higher now, on his knees, face not buried. He smoothed one hand upward on the guy’s back feeling him rock back on the penetration.

“Doesn’t that fuckin’ hurt?”

Not the best time for a conversation, but he really was curious.

“Naw, that ain’t nuthin’ yet.”

Riddick’s dismissive tone made Nic frown. What had he endured for a finger up his ass to be ‘nuthin’?

“Get another finger in there,” Riddick told him. His tone was instructional, not broken with pain or ground out from ignoring discomfort.

Nic shook his head, not thinking it could happen but proceeded to try. He eased his finger out and got more lube. With two fingers stacked he pressed in at the hole again feeling like he was ripping the guy up.

An intake of breath as the ring gave, but it went nearly as easily as it had the first time.

Can’t squeeze so tight. That’s why fucking an ass didn’t mean losing your dick. As the muscle stretched, widened, it didn’t have the same strength.

“Deeper.”

Nic hadn’t pushed deeper before, staying right at the hole, but he did as his victim told him. He slid his fingers in, wincing in empathy. Stacked, his fingers got wider at the knuckles, there was nothing he could do about it.

But Riddick didn’t pull away, instead he pushed onto his hand.

“Yeah, harder. Get another one in there.”

The guy was psycho. That was the only excuse Nic could think of for him to be asking for more.

Nic didn’t have to pull the first two out to get the third in. He managed to slip another in beneath the other two. Now that ring of muscle had very little to offer in the way of holding him out. He watched the hole stretch even wider around his fingers. Narrow to wider, Riddick’s body rocked away from him as he pushed in to the knuckle.

“Does it hurt?”

A low groan that could have been considered a growl, “Full.”

A few more strokes, Riddick was pushing back on him again, taking more. “You ready?”

Ready?

Nic reached down with his free hand to find his dick as hard as marble and oozing pre-cum on this thigh. He spread around the natural lube and added more to it.

“Do it.”

He had to spread his legs to get low enough. Fingers free, a quick swipe on the bed to get rid of some of the lube. Pinch the end of his dick and push it at the slowly closing hole.

It wasn’t going to go. The head of his dick was too spongey, the hole was too small, he wasn’t going to force it. Riddick shoved back suddenly and the head of his cock slid through the tight ring. It felt like he popped through, the head of his dick lodging in the guy’s ass, the ring squeezing and holding him there.

Riddick growled. Nic cussed. “Ah, shit. Ah, shit.”

Nic was practically sitting on his own feet. When Riddick had pushed back it had pushed him back to where the man was kind of sitting on his lap. Now he raised up, his hands finding that conveniently placed bar between the posts. He lifted his ass slowly and Nic followed, feeling like he had no choice.

“You gonna fuck or you moving in?”

He grinned at the poor invitation. Hands gripping Riddick’s hips he gave a few short trial strokes.

They were both on just their knees now, Riddick’s ass pushed back to give him access, but he was supporting himself on that bar, using it to push back. And he pushed back hard.

Nic let him set the rhythm, then took over, pulling back on Riddick’s hips to snap his forward, fucking the tight hole.

It felt disturbingly good. Pussies were all slick-hot, the wetter the better, the hotter the better. This was about friction. The lube made it slick, but it was so tight it was like forcing his dick into a resistant glove, it clung, pulled, squeezed, and that tight ring of muscle slipping back and forth along his shaft milked him like no pussy or even mouth could.

In just minutes Nic was losing control. His forehead was sweaty where it pressed against Riddick’s shoulder. Palms flat on the man’s stomach and hip, he let Riddick hold them up.

“Fuck!” he groaned, head rolling against Riddick’s hard back. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.” Saying it felt stupid, to him. Of course he was going to cum. It felt like all his insides were trying to force out through his prick hole.

“Let’s go then,” Riddick taunted looking over his shoulder.

Had to live up to that. His hands took hold and he slammed himself into the willing recipient. He could be hurting him, he was almost hurting himself. That last frenzied hurrah before it all goes south.

When he did cum it was a disappointment. It felt like jets shooting from him. He imagined a power-washer shot up a muffler, ripping through, but Riddick hardly reacted. No gagging from the jets coming up his throat, no flying off the bed from the force of it, nothing.

A two-second breather and the world tilted beneath him, or at least his perception. Feeling ridiculous, like he was the abuser now, he pulled away. The sweat drying on his skin condemned him. He’d gotten off on it. He’d enjoyed practically ass-raping this guy.

Without a word he got down and went into the bathroom, not wanting to witness the guy trying to get down or clean himself. Nic wasn’t even sure he wasn’t going to throw up. It wasn’t supposed to have been that good.