Fetish Extended Play

His lips parted, his tongue teasing at the corner of his mouth while he enjoyed my face.

“LLlchk!” I gurgled around his fingers as he slid them slowly back over my tongue and into my throat. My pretty eyes rolled back into my head while I fought the urge to gag.

“Mmnnh.” He grunted, sheathing his fingers in my gullet as I felt my back arch away from the wall.

He gripped my braid in his other hand tighter as my eyes widened, dropping back down to stare at him in horror.

Feeling him push deep. Getting guttural sounds out of me.

He stood there choking me… gagging the fuck out of me until my eyes started to water. Reaching into my neck like I didn't matter.

He agonizingly toyed in my neck until I was squirming.

My Chuck Taylor’s shifting about on his elegant floor. My body desperate for air he wouldn’t let me have beyond weak gurgled coughs around his digits.

I clung to him.

That brutal fucker.

I felt him feel around in my throat until one of my eyes pinched shut.

I coughed hard on his digits and he gave me more.

I watched him enjoy my suffering. Saw the arousal in his eyes as he fucked my throat with his fingers.

While my hands gripped at his vest. Knowing I had to take it.

Until he was happy.

Then he pulled them out slowly.

I coughed hard, blinking rapidly, his hand on my braid, shaking my head with the tension as I coughed and heaved big breathes.

“Wh—… What the fuck, man?” I strained out, gripping my throat.

He just watched me. Silent.

Then he curtly wet his lips, lifted his hand, clutching my chin, wetting it with my own spit.

“Do you know why I named you Kelevra?”

I was beside myself but holding it together. Blinking rapidly as a few more tears streamed down my cheeks from the gagging fit he’d forced on me.

“No…" I swallowed, gasping. "Why?”

Wanting to hurl.

“It’s Hebrew…”

“Oh, neat. Like the hotdog-UGHHK!”

His gut punch buckled me to the floor.

I felt my insides churn, my abs crunch up to stop them and my eyes slam shut so hard I could see light mirages behind my eyelids.

I couldn’t make a sound. I wasn’t ready for it… not an ounce of resonance stopped it.

I was defenseless.

Everything was arrested in my throat.

Pain was my life in that moment.

I could see through time…

“It means bad dog…”

He squatted down slowly.

His hand patted my cheek while I laid there suffering before he rested his elbows on his knees. A quiet riot of stoic predation.

I could see it in his eyes when I rolled onto my back, still pathetically curled up in pain.

Still not breathing. God I wanted my lungs to work so bad. They wouldn’t.

He was enjoying this. My beautiful face screwed up in pain.

Flushing hard from exertion.

Without a word. He just watched.

Without changing his expression in the least.

I knew what predator to prey instinct looked like. I’d been in those positions my whole life. Only I was always the prey.

He reached down and took one of my braids in hand.

Not harshly.

He just played with it.

Let me lay there in the fetal position, living in my discomfort. In the nausea. Curled up like a dying insect.

“When you’re ready, Pretty Boy,” he rubbed my braid with his thumb until I could breathe again.

Then he snatched me up onto my knees by it. Standing. Lording his imposing height over me.

He put his hand on the crown of my head.

Pat-pat.

I hated it.

"Stop it!" I dared bark.

He did it more. Rubbing the top of my head.

Humiliation burned on my face as I fought the urge to curse at him.

“That’s right. You’re gonna be quiet… aren’t you, Uno? Good boy…” He said. I could hear him speak through that attractive smile.

It lit up my head.

Joy buttons clicked in all the places I didn't want them to.

Fuck!

The warming joy bubble of praise.

“Say it.” He urged me.

My eyebrows twitched.

He used my braid to make me stand, pain itching at the back of my scalp.

“Ow… ow-ow— a— aah-ha…” My whispered voice stuttered through syllables of pain.

I tried to fight it. To defy him, but the pain got to me, my head tilting to try to lessen it.

I hated pain.

I liked pain.

The Silence taught me to love my misery.

He grabbed the collar of my new jacket and bullied me against the wall.

Hard.

Like, ‘Pay attention’ hard.

“NNH!” Fuck he was so rough.

My amber eyes moved up to meet his, hanging from my lapels, the tips of my Chuck Taylors the only thing keeping me on the ground as this Adonis brute held me aloft.

Even on the tips of my toes he was still taller than me. Imposing. I felt like a shadow under the monolith of him. I hated feeling small.

But he just stared at me. Calmly. Waiting.

For what? I don’t know.

“Say it…” He finally whispered.

And then I knew what he wanted.

“… I’m gonna be quiet,” I whispered back, intimidation alive in my voice as he stared holes into my sockets.

“Good boy,” He pressed in again for my mouth and I turned my head, feeling our cheeks brush up against one another as he smiled at my rejection.

“Cute…”

“Look… I j—"

“I’m not gonna take it, Pretty Boy,” He said into my ear and my eyes closed with relief.

“Thank y-..”

“You’re gonna give it to me.” He promised.

They shot back open.

My top lip trembled, thinking about curling at him in anger. Disgust.

Then my mouth worked gingerly. Cheek to cheek with him.

Pressed against the wall.

Smelling his tangerine tang…

All the considered rebuttals I couldn’t get out. They didn’t matter.

He pulled away and I turned back to look at him. Terror in my eyes as they searched his.

I couldn’t keep my eyes on him anymore and they retreated.

“I don't know what you mean.”

Fuck. My voice was tiny and small again. A childish whine. A plea to the only God I had.

My owner. Dvar Olmedo.

How was it still legal to own people?

Oh, that's right...

I'm not a people...

“You’re eventually going to want something… And I’m gonna wait until you do.” He nodded, releasing my lapels, letting me back down onto my feet slowly.

He righted my clothing. Preening me. Straightened my jacket, brushed down my collar.

I breathed easier. Until one hand of his found the wall beside my head and he leaned in, looming over me.

I swallowed, looking up at him, my neck bent back. Fuck he was tall. My eyes ran away again.

“Look at me, Pretty Boy,” I frowned and he gripped my chin, forcing eye contact. “How did I say this ends?”

I wet my lips, thinking about what I didn’t want before I answered.

“With your tongue in my mouth.”

“That’s right, Cutie.”

He used the hand on my chin to place a single finger on it, turning my head left.

I held my breath.

Then I felt his warm tongue slowly lick up my face from chin to cheek bone like a savage wolf savoring its next meal.

My right eye closed, trying to shrug away from it. Like the wall would let my head go any further.

Sandwiched between a tongue and a hard place. I had no choice but to let him taste me.

His cologne was the last thing that remained as he left me. Feeling the wet swath on my skin slowly drying.

I finally exhaled that slow, shaky held breath.

“Fuck…”My pulse was thundering.

My face was hot.

My lips trembled.

Arousal and terror my slow chemical…