CHAPTER 2
It was a week later as Anthony made his lunch in the kitchenette of the little apartment. Mark popped in like almost every day. He had not cum all week, not since the Mistress had fucked him that first night. Mark as usual gave him a little peek on the back of the neck. He had grown very used to men walking around naked... even touching him on occasion.
"Damn I'm so freaking horney today, Anthony. "
Anthony didn't even look up from his eggs in the pan.
"Why not go jack off "
Mark laughed "I'm horney not suicidal"
Anthony laughed turned taking his eggs off the stove
"What do you mean?"
"WE can never self-relive unless she orders us to... But we can help each other out... like maybe you help me get off and I help you?"
Anthony stepped back a little he was still afraid of a man fucking him.
"your nervous you know I get it... I'll be gentle"
"I don't know... I don't think I want to "
He is standing right beside Anthony he can smell the waves of heat coming off the boy.
"I could.... make you"
Anthony froze he wanted to run but there was no way out.
"You would do that?''
"I might do something like that," is Mark's reply as he stalks up behind Anthony, grabbing the jock by his collar and yanking him roughly backward into the bedroom and presses him forward over the bed.
He yelps in confusion, his body splayed across the covers. Mark advances on him, throwing his body over the scared teen as he scrambles to get back up. Before Anthony has a chance to adapt, Mark has him in an armlock, his chest pressed against the mattress as He grinds his crotch against Anthony's ass.
"What the fuck! Get off me, man!" Anthony cries out, writhing in Mike's grip.
With unexpected strength, he bucks upwards, throwing Mike off balance he loses his grip on Anthony's arm. Scrambling to his feet, he tries to scurry to the door, but Mike is on him like lightning, wrapping his arms around his chest and heaving him back to the bed.
The next few minutes are a mad struggle as Anthony fights Mike with every ounce of his being. He puts up a good fight, their bodies entwining on the bed as each person takes turns gaining the upper hand.
Ultimately, Mike's strength and experience wins out. Mike can feel Anthony's struggle lessening, his breathing heavy and labored as exhaustion starts to take hold. He is wearing down. Mike feels no such fatigue, maneuvering him into a chokehold, holding him there until Mike feels the fight leaving Anthony's body.
Releasing him, Mike rises to his feet, grinning down at the conquered opponent. He lies still, chest heaving as he sucks in ragged breaths. I take a moment to savor his defeat, enjoying the fear in Anthony's eyes.
The exhausted ex- jock starts to turn, making one last feeble attempt to drag himself away. Mike pins him down with one foot, pushing him flat on his back. Mike's cock strains as he maneuvers it over Anthony's face, planting his legs on either side of his head as Mike kneels over him.
"Anthony, relax"
Anthony cries in distress as he realizes Mike's intention. Anthony's cries are cut off, his face fully enveloped by Mikes plump Italian rump. Gyrating his hips slightly, Mike finds a comfortable position, completely cutting off Anthony's air supply with his ass.
Trying to fight back against this humiliation, Anthony swings his arms at Mike. But he catches them easily, pinning them below his knees with ease. Anthony is completely helpless now, with nothing to do but pathetically flail his legs against the bed.
Settling in, Mike slowly grinds his bottom down on the poor jock, loving the sensation of his muffled cries vibrating against his bare asshole. Every now and then he lifts himself slightly, allowing the boy to suck in a few breaths from between his cheeks, before lowering himself back down again.
His chest glistens with sweat, smooth and muscled, perfect in every way.
Eyeing the bulge of his cock, Mike smooths his hand over Anthony's crotch, squeezing and pressing, trying to coax some life into his member. Before long, He feels it start to harden.
"You really love this, don't you slut." Mike teases, massaging Anthony's erection.
The guy clearly takes care of himself, with a light smattering of pubic hair framing his shaft. With one hand, I start jerking him off, the other rubbing my own straining bulge.
After a few minutes, Mike can tell Anthony is close. His hips flex with mike's strokes, spasming involuntarily as he brings him to the edge over and over.
Mike thinks "I must say, I didn't expect it to be this easy. Maybe there is a part of Anthony that enjoys this."
Every time Mike feels Anthony is close, he slows down, keeping him on the edge of orgasm for as long as he can. After a while, Mike can feel his involuntary desperation reaching a peak, his need to cum becoming greater than his discomfort below Mike's ass.
Anthony is still pinned below Mike, his arms trapped under his knees. He can barely object as he hovers his bare ass over his face. The thick hair covering Mike's chest continues to his crotch, covering his asshole in a blanket of tight brown curls.
Nestling back down, Mike cuts off his breathing again, loving the weak struggles Andrew makes to stop me. Now every time Mike grants him air, he can feel his breath, hot against his asshole. It felt incredible. Leaning forward, Mike grabs Andrew's balls in his fist, squeezing and twisting until he can feel his captive squeal in pain.
"Start licking slut. This will only get worse if you fight it." Mike's command is succinct and to the point. It doesn't take much more encouragement for his captive jock to hesitantly poke his tongue out, lapping it against the sweaty brown hole. With his cooperation, Mike relaxes his grip on Anthony's sack.
