Sex in C Major

A hand caught under his chin, and his face was pulled up.

Jack was leaning against a dining table, arms folded and a hard bulge visible in his jeans. But it was the stranger who had his chin. He was seated-a tall, dark man in a sharp suit, a picture of intimidating wealth and power, and Stefan shivered just at the sight of him.

"Why don't you try it first?"

The stranger smirked. It was a cold, sadistic look, and a prickle of fear and arousal sparked in Stefan's cock.

"I think I will," he said, and let go of Stefan's chin.

Stefan stared, caught by that sadistic smirk and hard eyes, as the stranger rose to his feet and slipped his belt free of his trousers. They were opened, and a hard dick drawn out, before he sat back down again, legs spread and cock jutting from his body, and patted his thigh with the coiled belt.

"Get on with it then."

Stefan swallowed and clumsily shuffled forward between the stranger's knees. The chain was passed over his head and the length shortened until Stefan was forced to kiss the head of the hard cock in front of him.

"Suck it."

It was-long. Not especially thick, but long. Stefan licked his lips hesitantly, then wrapped them around the head and began to suck, working at the flesh in hope that-

The chain was pulled. A hand fisted in his hair, and Stefan barely relaxed his throat in time to avoid choking when his head was forced down on the entire length. His nose hit the fine fabric of the man's trousers; leather stroked his cheek warningly.

"I said suck it. You suck, or I fuck. Your choice, bitch."

Stefan cringed at the term, and closed his lips. He swallowed, gagging as the head bobbed against his throat, then breathed through his nose and began to slide his mouth up and down the shaft. The hand in his hair tightened, and he bobbed faster, rasping his tongue against the length and hoping-praying he wasn't going to have to do this for all of them. He still found blowjobs clumsy and difficult, and was terrified of choking or throwing up.

The stranger was impatient, though, and after a few strokes, Stefan found his head being pressed down again, and then he was being jerked by the hair, and his head moved for him. He coughed as the head grazed his throat every time, and began to panic, gasping around it as he was almost made to fuck his own face on a stranger's dick.

"If you get spit or cum on my trousers," the stranger said, a little breathlessly, "then I'll beat you with this belt until you're begging me to stick it in your arse because it'll hurt less. Got it?"

Stefan closed his lips and tried to breathe in time with the man's pulls. Over his shoulder, Jack laughed.

"Oh, its pretty arse is going to hurt tonight."

"You going to fuck it?" the stranger asked idly.

"Course. Nice cunt, but that arse can milk your dick like a machine."

Stefan cringed, humiliated, and felt a boot push between his thighs and rub up against his cunt. He whimpered as his throbbing cock grazed harsh, painful leather and the stranger.

"Oh, it likes this."

"Told you." Master.

"Do you like this?" the stranger asked in a tone usually reserved for animals and children. "Do you like fucking yourself on builder's boots while you're on your knees?"

A spike of hot lust rocked down Stefan's spine, and he hollowed his cheeks and began to suck. Hard. Desperate. If he could finish the stranger now, then-

"God."

The groan was guttural. The hand in his hair jerked. And Stefan swallowed-desperate, clenching his lips tight around the shaft and sucking with everything he had as cum flooded his mouth, his throat, even his nose. It drowned and choked him-but he couldn't cough, couldn't, couldn't...

He was ripped away by the hair. And the blow sent him crashing to the floor, pain exploding across his cheek. He coughed and cried, then a boot crushed the air from his lungs, pinning him to the tiles.

"Lick it up."

Stefan blinked open blurry eyes, and saw the gleam of cum on the tiles. He struggled, lapping at it, and shuddered with a desperate want as the boot's partner was pushed under his arse again. Friction burned, painful and powerful, for the briefest of moments before it was taken away again.

"You spilled. How about you show us you can't with a cock you're more familiar with, hmm?"

The boot vanished. The chain jerked, and Stefan choked on the end of it again before it relaxed and his head was taken in two familiar hands.