*Sorry again for the cliff-hanger, here is chapter nine of Poor Simon.
All characters are 18+
One of my pet peeves is when characters on Lit stories get into terrible situations but everything is still happy and okay and the situation is light. When it gets dark in my stories, it gets very dark.
You've been warned.*
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I guess I expected it to be bigger. In a weird new reality, I assumed that the seven-foot-tall black man would have the biggest cock I had ever seen, but in reality Dirk still held first prize, Hanson the second, and Master the third. Anyang came in fourth.
Don't misunderstand, his cock was still huge, but nothing compared to the supernatural sausage I had built up in my delirious brain.
Anyang's cock was limp and soft, and about eight inches long when hard was what I assumed. Its color was a uniform pitchy black until it reached the circumcised head where it was plum colored (and sized) and paling to pink right at the tip. It emerged from a springy patch of tightly curled pubic hair.
I scooped his genitals so they lay limp and alluring on top of his blindingly white briefs. His nuts were in a fuzzy black sac and each individual sac was the size of a child's fist. I could faintly feel the eyes of Master Anthony and Mr. Grey on me, but I ignored them, and focused on what I could do best. And to do what I could do best, I needed to know every inch of him.
I gave his limp cock one long stroke as I moved it aside, and then I fell to licking his balls. I felt the warm familiar thrill of submissiveness. I cupped the tender warm pouches in my hand and gently nuzzled and fondled and lapped at the vulnerable orbs. I could taste his sweat, and feel his hair. I could taste the salt and the man of him.
He said something soft and guttural in another language, and as if by magic, that limp unresponding strait cock was beginning to twitch. I lapped every spare bit of skin on his balls with my tongue, ignoring his muffled, almost impatient moans. When I had loved and worshipped him thoroughly, only then did I turn my attention to his cock, only to find out that he that he was longer then Master, but not thicker.
He was far harder now, his cock flopped a little, but nowhere near as it had before. I flickered my tongue in the triangular pit under his glans and planted a kiss on the tip. I understood on some base level what I was doing. Anyang was turned on not by the somewhat masculine way of inciting a blowjob. He wasn't into the struggle to deep throat or the pure physical sensation. What he enjoyed was, in all essentiality, the cutesy stuff. The intimate stuff. The stuff you normally wouldn't get someone from a one-time stand to do.
He had gone from limp to hard in a matter of moments from the licking of his testes, and the gentle kiss had made him twitch. Now, as I covered his cock with wet open-mouthed kisses and little slurps he was groaning softly. I nibbled at the sensitive base of his cock. By the time I finally went up to put him in my mouth, he was approaching full hardness.
I felt the familiar thrill of having hot hard throbbing flesh in my mouth as I slowly slid his cock into my mouth. When his fat head touched the back of my throat I fluttered my eyes open to see that I had a bit more then half of him. I pushed harder, and I felt him slip into my throat. I felt the urge to gag, or cough him up, but it was amazing, it was like I could suddenly ignore the urge. Suddenly my lips were brushing his thick pubic hair before I gagged a little and backed away. He was gasping harshly and he cradled my head in his big black hands.
I thoroughly expected him to start forcing my head up and down, but he was touching my very lightly, expecting me to do my own thing. I felt a sudden rush of gratitude for him. I swirled my tongue around the hard hot head and felt my lips curve into a smile around him as he gasped.
I cradled his ball sac with one hand and with the other I massaged the base of his thick throbbing shaft. He was close. I bobbed my head up and down, slurping a little, massaging him with my tongue. Then I slowly withdrew, keeping gentle suction on that beautiful black cock. I felt his cock tremble in my hand, and then with a harsh grunt he came.
He came so fast and so much that I felt his semen dribbling from the corners of my mouth. His taste was a little blander and earthier then my Master's. I swallowed and cleaned him with little laps of my tongue before gently tucking his genitals back into his briefs and zipping his pants shut. I gave the bulge a little kiss before crawling back to my Master.
I knelt at his side, cradling my aching balls in both hands and staring demurely at the dark maroon carpet. I only chanced a single glance at Mr. Grey and he looked calmly impressed, and interested.
"Only one boy, that little redhead, has ever managed to bring off Anyang before. And it took that Fish a lot longer; I guess you were telling the truth Rogan. You two are dismissed."
"Yes Sir." Master affirmed. He clipped my leash back on and we left the room.
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He gave me some aspirin, and then we went to work out. I was still exhausted by the end, but I knew that he was going easy on me. I had almost gotten comfortable with the idea of Master Anthony sleeping with Axel. The more I thought about it the more it seemed like a casual relationship, and the more I thought about it, the more I remembered how nice Axel had been to me during the Makeover from hell. If it had been anything more then a semi-casual fling, there was no way he would have been able to treat me so nicely.
Despite my reasoning, I still felt a sting of painful jealousy when Master informed me that I would be seeing Axel today. We were in the steam room, and I was sitting a few inches away from him. I had been shyly glancing at his beautiful body and wondering when I would be able to touch him next when he told me the news.
"Mr. Grey wants to take some photos of you. We send out photographs of our Fish to our reliable clientele. Axel is the photographer."
I felt the pang of raw jealousy, but there was nothing I could do, besides try not to let him know how I felt.
"Yes Master."
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Axel was already there at a small room with dark walls. There were bright lights focusing on a low red silk couch with a silken drape and a few pillows. I was reminded for one absurd moment of the nude drawing scene from Titanic. The lighting, and even the couch was almost exactly the same.
Although, in Titanic, I doubted if they had kept a series of dildos, whips, clips, and handcuffs near the couch.
Axel was near a tripod, fiddling with a camera that, even with my inexperienced eyes, I could tell must have cost thousands of dollars. He was dressed in a pair of leather pants so tight and low that they looked like he had painted them on. He was wearing a weird girl's top that left his lean white midriff exposed but had long flowing sleeves that nearly obscured his hands in flouncy black ruffles. By the way it was shining in the light, I was pretty sure it was made from black silk. He wore a red ribbon choker around his throat with a puff of black lace and a silver bell making up the pendant.
I felt a dull red throb of anger and jealousy that conflicted painfully with the ache of slight infatuation and fondness that I had once felt for him.
He turned and had a delighted smile on his glossy lips. His eyes were made up in bright red teardrops of eyeshadow studded with body jewels and a thick coating of sparkly black eyeliner. He was gorgeous and I ached because of it. I looked up and I could see my Master's eyes looking him up and down with approval and a hint of lust. I almost felt like crying.
Suddenly he was kneeling in front of me and he frowned a little when I shrank from his touch, not daring to look him in the eyes. For a moment I thought that Axel would see right through me, but Axel only looked up at Master Anthony, scowling.
"What did you do to this poor boy? You big meanie!"
His childish pouting and language only made me grind my teeth more. I wanted to hate him so badly, and at the same time I genuinely liked him.
"It's not my fault, he saw Mr. Grey an hour ago."
Axel shuddered a little. "Ugh, I hate that old creeper... Come here sweetie, I gotta make you look pretty!"
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