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They picked a pretty one.
José preferred the pretty ones- who didn’t? But a satisfactory appearance would suffice when nothing better could be a found. Beggars can’t be choosers, and all that; sometimes a hole was a hole and that was all he needed. But his spotters had developed a pretty good sense of what he would find interesting, and they rarely failed to find something he’d like.
The young man kneeling on the floor was in his mid-twenties, naked, with warm brown skin and a narrow strip of curly hair running down the center of his head. But it was his eyes that caught José’s attention: When he jerked the young man’s gaze up to meet his, he found a pair of deep golden eyes staring back at him.
“Ooh,” José mumbled, a thumb coming up to brush the skin beside the young man’s eyes. “Aren’t you unique?”
The young man did not respond. Evidently he’d taken the warnings José’s spotters had given him seriously, and intended to treat him with the deference and respect that he deserved. Some didn’t, and José took a special pleasure in making them regret their defiance. Still, a partner smart enough to play along and do as they were told was fun too, if not in a different way.
“What’s your name?”
The man blinked. “Dani, General Castillo.”
Ah, so he had paid attention to the warnings. “Dani?”
“Yes, General Castillo.”
José waved his free hand. “‘General’ or ‘Sir’ will suffice.” He tipped his head to the side, excitement rising. Dani was quite the attractive young man, and it became more obvious the longer he looked: Fit, young, and healthy. And though it was tricky to see given how he was kneeling, his cock looked to be a decent size as well. Tonight would be fun. “Have you been with a man before, Dani?”
Dani hesitated for just a moment too long.
José let go of his chin and backhanded him in one smooth movement. “Do not fucking lie to me!”
“Yes, I have,” Dani said, straightening back up.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, General, I have slept with a man before.”
That was disappointing; there was a particular amusement in fucking a man who’d never had sex with another man before. “How many times?”
“Just once, General.”
“What did you do?”
“We-” Dani grimaced, head twitching like he wanted to look away. “We touched each other.”
“But did you fuck?” José asked sharply.
“No, sir. We just touched each other.”
José rolled his eyes. Idiot. Still, this was a pleasant development: A hand on your cock was a wildly different experience from a cock in the ass. His skin prickled as he thought about the expression on Dani’s face when it happened, the shock and the pain, and the delicious sounds he would make.
He slid his hand under Dani’s chin, fingers moving to press against his throat. “I’ll be fucking you tonight, Dani. Do you like that? Would you like me to fuck you?”
José had to give the boy credit: He didn’t flinch, and there wasn’t a hint of resistance or reluctance in his eyes. “Yes, General.”
“Why do you want me to fuck you? Tell me.”
Dani swallowed softly, eyes fluttering. José was well-accustomed to the tiny signs of discomfort and nervousness, and was too delighted to punish him for his hesitation again. “You are… Very handsome, General,” Dani said quietly, careful to maintain eye-contact. “Anyone would be lucky to have you. I am sure that I will only benefit from your experience.”
Oh, clever boy. Choosing his words oh so very carefully.
“Mm? Anything else about me that… Lights your fire?”
Dani swallowed again, this time glancing away briefly before forcing eye-contact again. His cheeks colored slightly. “I did say you were handsome General.” He swallowed again, thicker this time, like he was trying to keep the wrong words from his lips. “…I am certain that… That you must have a very fine cock.”
José laughed. “Do you, now? Bold!” His hand slid to the back of Dani’s head, the tender motion belying the sharp movement that followed: He forced Dani’s face against his crotch, feeling hot breath through the fabric of his trousers. “You think it’s big?”
“Yes, General,” Dani mumbled.
“You want it inside of you?”
Another swallow, another fluttering of the eyes; those were his tells, it seemed. Assuming this night didn’t go sideways, it might be worth it to play poker with the boy. “Yes, General.”
“You want me to make you scream my name?”
“Yes, General.” When José’s fingers dug into his skull, Dani continued, “I want you to make me scream, your name, General. I want you to make me come.”
José shuddered deeply.
Oh, this boy was smart. Very, very smart, zeroing in on what José wanted to hear and feeding it back to him without much prompting. Half the people his spotters brought him were either woefully defiant and had to be worked over before taking orders, or scared shitless and too incoherent with terror to take orders. Often it was a messy combination of both.
But when they brought him someone smart enough and calm enough to keep their emotions in check and do as they were told, picking up on José’s subtler signals and feeding him the praise that got him hard so fast…
This was promising. No point in dragging it out any longer.
“Get on the bed.”
Dani got up wordlessly- José considered striking him again for not responding to the command with a ‘Yes, sir’, but decided against it- and got onto the bed. If he was frightened, he didn’t show it, which was more than could be said for some of the other people José took to bed. One had pissed himself when José had walked into the room, and he had nearly broken the man’s nose shoving his face into it. That had been a short and unsatisfying night.
This one, hopefully, would be much better.
To aid in that likelihood, José went to a drawer across the room from the bed and unlocked it. A bag of cocaine sat inside, which he opened and distributed into a few small lines on the tiny mirror on top of the dresser. He snorted the lines a little faster than he might have otherwise, libido demanding that he trade drug use for sex; in fairness, his last hit had been only a few hours ago, so he was still a little buzzed from it. After the third line, he glanced up into the mirror over the dresser and saw Dani’s gaze quickly flicking away, pretending he hadn’t been watching.
“You want some?” José asked.
“No thank you, General.” Was Dani’s careful response.
José could- and had, with past partners- order him to do a line. A partner equally as high was an interesting experience, and it kept one’s stamina up for a good while. But seeing Dani waiting for him on the bed was only tempting him to finish the lines faster, and so José did. He wiped his nose clean with a handkerchief, and pulled off his jacket and shirt as he turned back to the bed.
Dani still didn’t look frightened, but José wondered if he might change that.
He did like a challenge.
José stalked towards the bed like a lion, running a hand up Dani’s leg and taking a hold of his cock. “Not bad,” he remarked, undoing his belt and opening his trousers to reveal his cock.
“Thank you, General.” Dani’s tone was unaffected, eyes gazing straight ahead instead of looking at José. That might be defiance, or it might just be the hollow, cautious compliance a lot of the people in José’s bedroom tended to affect. Most were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing, terrified of igniting his temper.
They were right to be.
“And what about me, Dani? Everything you could have hoped for?”
Dani slowly turned to regard José, eyes roaming cautiously up and down his body. “You are quite handsome, General.” A beat. “And your cock is even bigger than I thought it would be.”
José sniffed, rubbing his nose with his free hand; it still burned from the cocaine. His other hand he used to slowly stroke Dani’s cock. “When you were with that other man, did you come when he touched you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How long did it take?”
“I- I don’t remember, General.”
“Guess.”
“Maybe a few minutes.”
He forgot the ‘sir’, but it would be too awkward to slap him the way that José was positioned. He settled for giving his cock a squeeze that should have been just tight enough to be the wrong kind of uncomfortable. “Less than ten?”
“Yes, sir.” The fingers on Dani’s right hand flexed, and his posture seemed a little tighter than it had before. That made sense, because José could feel his cock starting to harden in his hand.
“Have you ever, ah… Gotten hard, and stayed hard for a while?” José laughed, a small wave of euphoria washing over him from what he’d done, what was coming, and the five lines of cocaine he’d just snorted. “Just… Stayed hard in your pants, and not touched it? Made yourself endure it, even though there’s nothing you’d love more than to fuck your own fist?”
“No, General,” Dani responded, voice hitching slightly. He was at half-mast, cock warm and throbbing gently in José’s hand.
“Well you’re going to get a taste of it tonight,” José promised, using his other hand to push down his pants. “I’ll fuck you when you’re good and ready. I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready. And until then, your cock is going to stay hard for me.” He kicked his trousers and his shoes off before climbing onto the bed. “Get onto all fours, facing away from me.”
Dani obeyed.
Fuck, but he was muscled. Not overly so, not like someone who put significant effort into it, but the sort of build a person gained from a life of consistent physical activity. A thought occurred to José. “Were you FND?”
A beat. He couldn’t see Dani’s face to gauge his reaction. “I was, General.”
José nodded, hands reaching out to grip Dani’s hips eagerly, roaming over his ass. “‘Was.’ Why ‘was’?”
“I punched a drill instructor, General.”
José snorted loudly; that wasn’t the response he’d been expecting. “And why did you do that?”
Dani cleared his throat. “I, uh… He woke me up, a little loudly. I wasn’t expecting it, and I reacted a little too strongly- General,” he added quickly.
So that was why he was so good at following orders: He had been trained as an FND soldado, at least for a little while. He had some respect for the uniform- or fear. Fear worked too. It also explained where José’s spotters had found him, because undoubtedly no FND drill sergeant would have responded lightly to being punched in the face by a trainee. His spotters had probably pulled Dani out of some isolation cell, or off a truck headed for the fields- or, maybe he’d been pulled out of line for an execution. It wouldn’t be the pettiest thing anyone had been shot for.
“Bad boy.” José slapped Dani’s ass, prompting a gasp. He did it again, then a third time, again, and again, and again, increasing the force behind the slaps until they knocked Dani off-balance, slipping to fall onto his elbows. “Oh, you have such a nice ass,” José purred, squeezing the reddened flesh until Dani let loose a slight hiss of pain. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it. Oh, I’m going to enjoy it.” He rubbed his nose again, panting. “But lucky you, I’m going to be nice tonight. Very nice. Come here.”
Dani turned around. José lay back on the pillows and pulled him forward, kissing him hungrily with teeth and tongue. Dani’s response was clumsy, clearly unsure about what to do with his hands or mouth; maybe afraid that José might bite off his tongue if he had the chance.
Well- he’d only be the second person José had done that to. Not very sexy, wouldn’t do it intentionally again.
José grabbed Dani by the strip of hair running down his skull, and shoved his head so that Dani moved down, down, down, until his face was level with José’s cock. “Do you like it, Dani?”
Dani swallowed. “Yes, General.”
“Ever sucked cock before, Dani?”
“No, General.”
“It’s not hard,” José said softly. “You just… Roll your lips over your teeth, open wide, and suck.” He punctuated the statement by pressing Dani’s head towards his cock. “The biggest part of this advice, of course, being that you keep your teeth to yourself. Because if you bite me, I will cut your cock off and feed it to you, Dani.” José made sure his nails were digging into the vertebrae of Dani’s neck as he said it.
It wasn’t unusual for first-timers to hesitate when sucking cock; José was accustomed to the slow and awkward descent, the soft gagging, the whimpering, the tears, the violent shaking that usually came after his threats of castration. Dani was slow, and he did gag a little, but otherwise seemed rather composed. José let him go on like that for a minute or two, waiting to see if he felt teeth, or if Dani was one of those people with an unusually sensitive gag reflex.
Then he grabbed the younger man by the hair and started forcing his head up and down.
Dani made a sound of distress; the vibrations of his throat felt amazing.
“God!” José’s gasp turned into a wild laugh. A warm, tight throat never failed to be amazing, and when he twisted Dani’s hair to force his head to a good angle, one that let him stare into those watery golden eyes.
But if he wanted to last- and he did- this could not go on for much longer, because José would not last.
He yanked Dani off, pushing him back.
Dani coughed and gagged over the edge of the bed, a hand on his throat.
“Do not throw up on my floor,” José commanded, voice icy. The smell of vomit never failed to kill a hard-on for him, and this night was too promising to ruin now.
Dani did not respond, but eventually stopped gagging. He lifted a hand to his face-
“Stop.”
Dani froze.
José sat up, sliding his hands to cup Dani’s head in a gentle motion that could be seen as tender. He leaned in to kiss Dani’s cheek, streaked with tears- and then José, very deliberately, stuck out his tongue and dragged it along those salty tear-streaks, so slowly that his intentions could not possibly be misconstrued.
When he pulled back, José was brutally pleased to see that Dani’s stoicism had broken: There was obvious, naked fear in his eyes now.
José’s cock throbbed.
“Lie on your back.”
“Yes, General.” Dani obeyed. He was clearly trying to school his expression into something neutral again, something less vulnerable, but didn’t seem to be having very much luck- especially when José crawled on top of him, lining his cock up with Dani’s hole.
“Are you ready?” José asked, pushing the tip in and biting at Dani’s pec. “Ready for your first ass-fucking? Because I’m ready. I’m ready.”
He pushed in hard, driving a pained cry from Dani’s throat.
“How does it feel?” José asked as he adjusted, luxuriating in the feel of a beautifully tight ass. He fucked hard enough and often enough to know a virgin when he fucked one, and Dani had not been lying when he said he’d never taken a cock before.
“You’re-” Dani swallowed, expression contorting with pain. “You’re- you’re very big, General,” he croaked.
“How big?”
“Big,” Dani managed, apparently struggling to come up with anything else in the heat of the moment. “Really big. It hurts.”
“Of course it does,” José growled. “How could it not, you’re so tight.” He punctuated this by pushing in further, dragging a wild cry out of Dani’s throat. José bit his ear roughly. “Tell me what you want, Dani,” he cooed.
“Mm.” Dani clenched his teeth.
“Tell me.” José hissed.
“I-” Dani gasped, grimaced. “-I w-want you to f-f-fuck me, General.” He let out a pained sound as José bottomed out.
“You want me to fuck you with my big cock? Tell me.”
“I w-want you to fuck me with your big cock,” Dani managed through clenched teeth. “Please, General.”
“Tell me how badly you want it,” José ordered again as he began to thrust. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Tell me why you want me. Make me believe it.”
Dani choked and cried out, hands clutching José’s shoulders. “You’re- ngh!- big,” he rambled, apparently struggling to concentrate. “B-big, and- thick-” He yelped after a particular brutal set of thrusts. “You’re, you’re, you’re so good.”
“You like being fucked on my cock?”
“Yes, General. You’re amazing.” Oh, he was telling the truth, he was telling such a truth, because when José bottomed out and pressed against Dani he could feel his cock, hard and pulsing, trapped between them.
“You want me?”
“I want you, General. I want your big cock, please.”
The words were squeezed out between clenched teeth.
And yet they still made José euphoric with arousal and satisfaction.
Whether Dani had entered this room wanting to have sex or not (more likely the latter than the former), under José’s power he had begun begging for cock. He had wrung praise from a man that, in all likelihood, hated him and everything he represented. That was the power that José Castillo wielded over mortal men. Praise pulled from an unwilling mouth was better than gold, better than sex.
Fuck, it was almost better than cocaine.
José became a mess of lust, biting and scratching and thrusting wantonly. Dani’s cries became less pained and more passionate, and whether he meant to or not, pleas that began to sound more and more honest began flying from his lips.
It was José that came first, emptying into Dani and fucking himself through to a second, dry orgasm.
Dani came some time after, when José finally had the presence of mind to give his cock a few strokes.
After a third, weak thing that might have been another orgasm, José finally slowed his hips to a stop, dropping on top of the younger man. Dani was limp and shaking beneath him. He had started crying again, those striking, golden eyes glimmering.
“You,” José murmured, “Are such a pretty thing. I like pretty things.”
Dani didn’t respond to this. He made brief eye-contact with José, but then quickly looked away again.
José pressed a thumb to Dani’s cheek, swiping at a fresh tear. He pressed the thumb to Dani’s lips until the younger man reluctantly opened his mouth, tongue swirling around the digit.
José’s eyes rolled shut.
“You,” he whispered, “Are my new favorite toy. And once I’ve had a chance to catch my breath, I will make you scream my name again until it’s all you know how to say.”
Dani’s eyes fell shut.
The tears that came after were delicious.
-End