“That’s it, Gareth. Give me that ‘come fuck me’ look. Good boy. Show me how badly you
want my cock inside you. Play with yourself – do whatever it takes to get me to fuck
you... but don’t come! That’s an order!”
Gareth did as was asked – it wasn’t difficult, except for the last part – he was on
such an edge – primed and ready to fire out a load. He was a writhing mass of desperate
need as Ralph clicked away, alternating between close ups and body shots, photographing
him from all angles. Without any need for instruction, Gareth played with himself as he
squirmed around on the bed, showing Ralph how he yearned for him to come back to his body.
He pinched on the nipple Ralph had chewed, he rubbed the cock Ralph had stroked, he
fingered the asshole Ralph had frigged, all the time following the camera with his eyes,
begging the man behind the lens to forsake this commission and come fuck him. Gareth was
frantic with need.
It went on and on; Gareth’s hunger for his man never abating – Ralph never succumbing
to his pleas. Then finally Ralph appeared to be satisfied that he had gotten the shots he
wanted and the camera was placed on the desk. Gareth was gasping. He lay on his back; his
legs curled up and spread wide open – his ravenous asshole ready and waiting for the
fucking it so desperately craved. But much to Gareth’s horror, instead of leaping on the
bed and stuffing him with his cock, Ralph walked nonchalantly away to the drinks cabinet
from which he picked up a bottle of bourbon.
“Okay, boy. Do you want fucked now?” asked Ralph as he opened the bottle and took a
swig.
“Yes! God yes!” cried Gareth; his legs flapping open and closed, his hands clutching
at the sheets.
“Then fuck yourself on this,” said Ralph, screwing the top back onto the bottle then
throwing it onto the bed. He went to the camera, quickly put in a new film, then turned to
Gareth who lay pleading on the bed – the bottle untouched beside him.
“On you go. I want to see it. I want you to put that up your ass and fuck yourself
with it.”
“All of it?” asked Gareth.
“The neck will do fine. A few minutes on the bed, then put the bottle on the coffee
table and sit on it. Ride it like you want to ride my cock. Think of it as me sitting
there and you’re bouncing up and down on my shaft.”
Gareth was almost convulsing with his need for the real thing; but soaring above that
massive craving was his desire to do as Ralph bid, and please him – even if that meant
simply giving him the shots he wanted. Gareth took the bottle and slid the neck inside his
hole. He moaned as it went in, dreaming of Ralph finally taking him. He fucked his ass
with the neck of the bottle – four irritatingly short inches that had the girth of a thin
cock. He plunged it in and out, curling further over until it was coming at him directly
from above, dreaming that it was Ralph who had positioned him so and was fucking him with
only a fraction of his cock.
“Okay, that’ll do. Now over to the coffee table.”
Gareth followed the instructions, pulled the bottle out of his ass, crawled off the
bed, and on shaking legs walked over to the low table. He placed the bottle down then
planting his feet on the floor he placed his left hand on the table to the side of the
bottle. Then holding the bottle steady in his right hand, he positioned himself so his
asshole was directly above it and slowly lowered, engulfing the neck once again until his
cheeks bottomed out on the broad square rim of Jack Daniels.
“Flick your cock to show me how hard it is then fuck yourself, boy – fuck yourself and
remember what you really want inside you.”
Gareth automatically obeyed. He took hold of his dick and pulled it down then
released so it sprang back up, spraying pre-cum all around as it smacked him hard on the
stomach. He did this again as he started to bob, slowly at first to make sure the bottle
didn’t slide, then speeding up, bouncing up and down as he imagined he was riding Ralph’s
never seen shaft.
“Play with your cock – imagine it’s me who’s wanking you as you fuck yourself on my
dick.”
Supporting himself with his left hand, riding the bottle as hard and fast as he could,
Gareth seized his cock and started jerking the meat. He groaned and groaned as he bounced
up and down. He wanked his cock then flicked the erection, letting it spring up to slap
against his stomach before grabbing it again to jerk the rock hard shaft.
“That’s it boy! Really go for it! And remember – it’s my cock that’s inside you, and
you feel stuffed it so big. Feel its warmth! Feel its hardness! Feel the knob on your
prostate! Feel it stretching your guts! You’ve been craving this fucking for a bloody
whole week. And now you’re getting it! My cock is up your ass and it’s driving you wild!”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried Gareth as he tightened his muscles to make the fantasy more real.
He slammed himself down, howling out load, simulating the fuck that was so real in his
head.
“Yes boy! That’s good! Ride my big dick! Ride it hard and make me come”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Gareth’s moans carried on as he did his best to obey – riding the bottle
in an attempt to make it spurt.
“Fuck yes! Feel my cock swelling inside you. That’s it boy! Fuck it! Listen to me
grunting! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck my meat boy! Do it! Do it! Fuck my cock and suck
out the load that’s churning in my balls!”
“AH! AH! AH! Oh God, please! Please!”
“Please what? Tell me!”
“Please do as you want! Please fuck me and come inside me!”
“I’m not wearing a condom.”
“That’s your decision not mine. Please fuck me. Fuck me and spurt inside me. Drench my
guts with your spunk. Let me feel your cum drizzle out my hole. OHHHH!”
“OH GOD YES!!! GOD YES!!! OH! OH FUCK! I’m coming! I’m coming, boy! Aaaaargh! Oh fuck
yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Take my load!”
Gareth had no idea what was going on – he just kept on riding the bottle, dreaming,
wishing, making it come true. His hand was jerking frantically on his cock. “Oh please,”
he screamed. “Thank you, but please!!!”
“Yes!” yelled Ralph. “Come for me now, boy. Come for ME! FOR ME!!!”
In that instant Gareth exploded. A geyser of spunk shot into the air. His eyes were
closed, dreaming the dream, so he did not witness the ejaculation himself, but Ralph
caught it all on camera. It was a picture of ecstasy, a sexy young lad torn apart by
passion – his head tossed back as he cut the air with his scream, his incredible release
of pent up yearning spewing out of his aching erection, the ribbon of spunk climbing above
his head before ending its arc to fall on his face, splattering his climactic red flushed
beauty with a strand of perfect white.
Jet after jet tore out of Gareth’s cock to spray all over his body. Then when all was
done and his balls were dry, he remained where he was - impaled, blinded and covered in
his own semen.
“Fabulous! Well done, Gareth,” Ralph said. “You did a brilliant job – even better than
I’d hoped for.”
Gareth forced his eyes open and saw Ralph kneeling before him – the camera on the
floor at his feet, a small towel in his hand. Ralph threw him a smile.
“That’s it. I’ve got all the shots I need. Take this towel so you can wipe off the
mess. Very impressive, by the way – you do a hell of a good cum shot.”
Gareth had no words. He felt drained. And he could feel a sadness starting to creep
over him. He knew he should be happy for giving Ralph what he wanted, but he felt such a
sense of loss. Was this really the end?
Ralph must have seen this. He got to his feet and stood over Gareth, reached out and
ruffled his hair. Don’t worry; you’re not the first to feel deflated at the end. I put you
through a lot – the best professional models would be feeling the same – if not, then they
wouldn’t have given their best. You gave me total commitment. Thank you. Now I’ll leave
you for a minute. There are some robes in the closet – put one on then I’ll show you where
the shower is.”
Another ruffle of his hair and Ralph was gone, leaving the towel on the coffee table,
and Gareth alone in his disgraceful whorish state – a bottle up his ass and his body
covered in spunk.
He held it back. He fought a brave battle, but the sob finally broke through, croaking
out of his devastation. Not for what he had done – Gareth had no regrets about the whorish
act he had put on. He sobbed for the void that now awaited him once he took his payment
and left.
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