“Sí, Felipe,” Celia hisses and grinds down on Kid’s cock. All he does is moan.
Felipe’s low, throaty words continue. “Fuck a little harder, boy. Show her how hard your rosy little cock can get. It is not often she gets to play with such pretty toys.
Is he handsome, Celia?”
“Yes, Felipe,” she whimpers. “Pretty boy.”
17. Kid
Kid is being used, molested, but his body only appreciates the way he’s floating above his pain. Yes, his cock is hot and pulsing, but it’s the rush of mind-numbing pleasure he gets with every thrust that rules him. He can’t help himself; he’s a living, breathing mass of pure need. His cock surrenders precum in spite of his dehydration. Maybe they’ll give him water. He thrusts more confidently. Maybe they’ll feed him. He whimpers, pushes his cock through the slickness gushing from Celia’s sopping pussy. Maybe she’ll let him sleep in her bed. Maybe she’ll slide his dick inside and let him come. His balls tighten at the thought and another series of whines escapes him.
Celia leans forward. Her breath quickens and her chest is slightly tacky with burgeoning sweat as it makes contact with the side of Kid’s face. Her hard nipples drag against his neck. Kid is too far gone to contemplate sucking on Celia’s tits. He is too out of his mind to acknowledge she is sucking Felipe’s dick as he stands to the right and behind his shoulder. If there’s drool dribbling on him as Celia gags on Felipe’s cock, he ignores it. He feels no pain.
Celia says things Kid doesn’t comprehend or take notice of until a masculine hand lands in his hair. “She wants to know if you like this.” Felipe grins and tugs Celia’s face toward his cock.
Kid shouldn’t have looked up. Felipe’s cock is big, bigger than Kid’s for sure, and there’s just no way it won’t hurt. He’s not going to take it well, probably cry like a little bitch the whole time. “Oh, God,” he cries. “Please stop.”
Celia whines around Felipe’s thick, uncircumcised flesh. “Shh,” Felipe comforts. He strokes both their heads. “Don’t be scared, boy. I wouldn’t defile your pussy in such squalor. I can wait. Apologize to Celia.”
“I’m sorry, Celia,” Kid says without hesitation. He’s not going to say anything about his ‘pussy’; his scarlet blush is comment enough. With the threat of rape removed for the time being, he’s too relieved to fight. He’s close to the end, and oblivion waits if he can just get there. He keeps his hooded gaze on Celia sucking Felipe’s cock like a porn star, unable to resist thrusting his own hips as Felipe tells him again what a good boy he is for making Celia happy.
All the praise is screwing with his head. Kid can barely hold himself together. The urge to come is overwhelming. Thoughts of his own cooperation humiliate him, excite him, destroy and remake him. Felipe tilts his face up and Kid stares up into calculating green eyes. He doesn’t look away, even after Felipe removes his hand from the younger man’s head.
“So good,” Felipe groans, eyes fixed on Kid. Abruptly, he pulls away from Celia’s mouth and moves behind her. He pushes Celia forward until she and Kid are resting one another’s heads on each other’s shoulders. He reclaims his hold in Kid’s hair, pushes into Celia, and comes.
Shock assails Kid, lust quick on its heels. Above him, Celia cries out as Felipe thrusts into her ass. She rolls her hips rough and fast, milking Felipe’s cock. Seconds later, semen trickles onto Kid’s throbbing erection and his sore balls tighten sharply. Pain, not pleasure, ripples through him with every shot of come pushed onto his own stomach.
Kid passes out before shame can find him.
***
18. Celia
Celia watches Reynaldo’s back intently as he carries Kid’s limp, unconscious body up the stairs. The young man’s long limbs dangle and sway with each step, but their head of security is careful not to let any part of the boy bang against a wall.
She’s deeply pleased by the latest events. Behind her, Felipe runs a hand up and down her leg as they walk up. “Well? What do you think of him? I think he’s wonderful—beautiful, open, achingly sweet, and did you notice how your orgasm affected him—it was his trigger.”
She can hear the smile in Felipe’s voice when he replies, “I noticed. I also took note of your reaction to him—you’re smitten. Admit it.”
Celia giggles. “Perhaps a little, but no more than you. You’re not the only one with eyes.” She looks over her shoulder to deliver a cheeky wink before returning her attention to Kid’s bouncing feet and shapely legs. A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth.