Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

“Why? Open your eyes, Cory.”

With great difficulty, he did. The gray eyes stared into his, then traveled down to his groin. When their eyes connected again, the master was smiling.

“So, no amount of beating at the Institution was enough to drive sensuality out of you … Is this what you are trying to hide?”

Cory nodded, lost for words.

“Good,” the man said shortly. “Let’s set some ground rules, Cory. My name is Xavier, and I am your master. My first request is that you forget about what you were taught about having to hide your arousal.”

The look on the young man’s face must have been priceless. Xavier chuckled softly. “Really, they should not insist so much on forcing servants against their nature as males. Sooner or later, they are all used for this, by slaves and even their masters.”

By masters? Cory stared at his master in disbelief. “But masters have their pleasure slaves, who are much more beautiful,” he spoke, without thinking.

“Glad to see that the cat didn’t get your tongue, Cory. I do not keep such slaves. I found them completely boring.”

“But … isn’t it … odd?”

Xavier laughed again. “What does the color of my clothes tell you, Cory?”

It was only then that Cory looked closer at the man’s attire. He was completely dressed in black, austere clothes. Surrounded by luxury, slaves, and servants, the rulers, the highest class of masters, had only one restriction to abide by. Their clothes could be no other color but black.

“Master, you are among the rulers,” he whispered.

“Not very perceptive, are you?” Xavier chuckled. “However, the point is that I can do everything I want, including having fun with my newly acquired servant.” Cory gulped.

“I have one curiosity,” the man’s hands started moving again, this time going upwards, caressing Cory’s flanks. “How did you manage to fool them? A simple touch is making you hot like this.”

Then Xavier changed his tactic, this time choosing to touch Cory’s nipples, rubbing them between his index fingers and thumbs, mercilessly.

“Master,” the young servant almost shouted. “No one touched me … so no one knew I didn’t … respond to training.”

“No one has ever touched you?”

Cory hesitated. This wasn’t missed by clever gray eyes. “Who touched you?” Xavier’s voice became suddenly harsh. “I don’t intend to tolerate this. If you are not a virgin, I will send you back.”

The servant felt a pang in his chest. He didn’t want to be sent back. A single tear fell on his cheek. “I had a lover once. But he didn’t, … we didn’t go all the way.”

“Turn and bend,” the master demanded, and he did as told.

A finger entered him harshly and he cried out. He was pushed on his fours on the plush carpet, and his butt cheeks were parted roughly. “You are saying that you are still a virgin?”

“Yes, master.”

“Then we must remedy this situation. I will take you now, Cory.”

“Yes, master.”

“I wasn’t asking for your approval. Come and make it wet. This is your first punishment. For letting someone touch you.”

Cory felt weak to his knees. He felt as if he should have argued, but he knew better. As he turned, on his hands and knees, he was faced with the man’s organ, released from tight black pants. It was engorged, angry looking, a thick vein on its tight surface. What made him in fear was the size, though. He used his mouth to grab the head and engulf it in his hot cavern. He was trembling on the inside, but in the same time, he was feeling the familiar warmth in his belly. He was aroused, his an organ bobbing between his legs, painful in its needy desire.

The servant moaned with the head of his master’s cock in his mouth. He lapped at it, sucking it. Xavier caressed his hair and laughed softly. “I should not be mad at you … shouldn’t I? Tell me, Cory, do you want your master inside you? You’re still a virgin, don’t forget.”

Cory let the hard organ out of his mouth to respond. “Please, master, I want all of you inside me,” he whispered. Long thick eyelashes fluttered, as the servant got back to his task. This time, he took more into his mouth, pushing the man’s cock deep inside, down his throat, revelling in the sensation of being filled so perfectly. His master allowed his ministrations, his breath becoming ragged, as well.

He was taken by surprise when the long hard cock was pulled away from his mouth. He whimpered at the loss.

“Don’t worry, Cory, you will satisfy your master later with your mouth. I am really looking forward to enjoying your oral skills. You really seem to have a knack for it, too. Now, lie on your back and part your legs. Pray that you did a good job at getting my cock wet enough.”

Cory felt as if he didn’t mind anything. But when the blunt head pushed against his entrance, his fear got back in full force, waning his erection. “Master, please, I’ll die!”

“Use your saliva,” Xavier demanded curtly, withdrawing a little. Cory hurriedly complied.

When his master pushed again, he closed his eyes tightly, trying hard to relax. He felt warm breath on his face, ghostly like. “You will not die. You will love it.”

The master had to be wrong. The excruciating pain made him scream, as the entire length was pushed inside him. The man remained still, letting the smaller body adjust. Cory felt the pain receding and slowly opened his eyes. His master was looming over him, watching him intently. “I will move now, Cory. Trust me.”

And he did. As his master moved inside him, his pain turned into discomfort, then slowly into an unfamiliar ache. Suddenly, the man changed the angle, and Cory grabbed at the strong arms, crying out, this time in pleasure. It felt as if his own stiff organ was rubbed at its roots from the inside and he let himself prey to the sensation.