Sex in C Major
Chapter 68

"Sir-Sir, please!"

Stefan barely recognised his own voice.

Daz was wearing jeans and a zipped leather jacket. He had stubble, two days old and harsh. A bunch of keys flashed in his hand. Keys Stefan didn't know he had. And Daz said nothing as he marched over to the mattress and dropped to his knees. Undid his belt. Ripped open his jeans. His cock was already hard-and then his hands, cold, so blissfully cold, were working the locks on the belt.

Stefan sobbed when it was pulled away.

Cold fingers dragged on the dildo in his cunt. It was torn free, painfully fast. The empty feeling made Stefan gasp-and then he yelled when a hot dick was shoved into its place. He scrabbled on leather, fought to breathe past the heavy weight that bore down onto his chest-and cried. Cried. Twisted both legs around Daz's back. Yelled as he was finally fucked. Heat. Movement. Touch. Weight pinning him to the mattress. Breath grunting in his ear. A cock shoving into him instead of cool, preparatory toys.

An edge of the belt came between them, and grazed Stefan's dick as Daz fucked into him.

And Stefan came.

Blindly, clutching with fingers like claws, he came on Daz's dick like a toy with its switch flipped. He screamed. Cried. Twitched and shuddered and clung. Everything seized. Everything burst. His nerves were shattered, strung out by hours of waiting and torture. His mind was wiped, washed empty by the sudden climax after so long on hold.

And Daz kept fucking.

Stefan went limp. Dazed. He lay under that unstoppable weight as Daz fucked him. His upper body pinned, he felt his hips and legs move with every thrust almost distantly. Like they didn't belong to him. Like the body was the toy that Daz owned, and Stefan merely a transitory occupant. Like Daz had paid for a service in a brothel, and Stefan was merely in the chosen room.

His hair was caught in a hand. His lip was bitten, so hard that blood flowed over and the bitter tang stained Stefan's tongue. He whimpered.

"Sir-"

Daz's groan rattled through both their chests. Wet heat flooded Stefan's body. He shivered at the still-strange sensation, and tightened reflexively as Daz pulled out.

"No-no, Sir, please, please stay-"

"Oh, I'm just getting started."

Stefan whimpered as the discarded toy was shoved back inside. It felt cold and alien. He pushed, trying to eject it, only for Daz to force it back inside and slap his face lightly with his other hand.

"If this comes out before I remove it myself, you will not like the punishment. I'm going to fuck you so full that you'll leak the last time I use you, understood?"

Stefan blinked-then a chill washed over his skin.

His vagina.

Daz had just come in his vagina. And Stefan hadn't stopped the bleeding yet. The regular bleeding. They were thin, light, brief-but still existent.

His skin began to crawl. The dildo inside suddenly felt huge and horrible. It felt slimy. His muscles tensed, and he could almost imagine the prickle of drying cum inside. Oh God, how deep had Daz shot his load? What if-what if-

"Sir. Sir, please..."

Daz turned Stefan onto his front and dragged his hands up behind his back. The belt was hard and tight, biting into Stefan's forearms as he wriggled. They were tied horizontally, his fingers cupping instinctively around his elbows as he was secured.

This position always meant another fuck. Oh God, Daz was going to fill him until he leaked. He'd said so. Until when he pushed in, his own cum would spill out. Which meant-

"Sir_"

He ought to checkmate. Ought to explain. Daz would understand. He would. He had about touching Stefan's breasts. Stefan could just say checkmate, ask to be washed out, ask to be taken to the pharmacy for a morning-after pill, anything. It didn't have to break the game.

But...

But it meant saying it. The p-word. Both p-words. Blood, and babies. And Stefan could barely even think them without shuddering. And if he did, Daz might never use him like this again. Or be angry that Stefan hadn't told him.

So he changed tactic.

"I want to leak now, Sir."

"What?"

"You've been gone so long, and Yannis wouldn't do it. I want to feel you running down my legs, Sir."

If he could get it out now, then maybe it wouldn't happen and he wouldn't have to say it until the game was over.

"Do you now..."

Fingers teased at the dildo, turning it. The wet slide of cum inside made Stefan shudder.

"Sir-fuck me on your fingers, Sir. Fuck it out of me so I'm covered in you. Please."

"And why would I do that?"

"To-to mark me, Sir."

"I could brand you. Mark you that way."

Daz was settling his weight over Stefan's thighs. His cock was lying on Stefan's arse...and hardening. He'd be ready soon, and once he began to fuck again, Stefan would lose this opportunity to resolve it without checkmating.