XXX'd Box Set (books 1-4) (gay humiliation role-play BDSM erotica) (11 page)

Kyle bit down on the inside of his lips, swearing
to himself he wouldn’t safeword. The slight pain was part of the experience,
and the throbbing in his own cock helped him ignore it. His hole clenched
tightly around the stiff dick, and it sent his senses into havoc. He could
almost feel that bulge at its base. He’d seen dogs get that, so that the bitch
would be even more trapped. She’d have to wait till the stud was done, filling her
with sperm, and he was almost sorry he couldn’t possibly experience that with
Dan.

He mewled when Dan’s fervent rutting changed its
angle, applying more pressure to his prostate, and further bursts of pleasure
went straight to his cock. “Oh fuck, Ares, oh fuck,” he whimpered, completely
submitting to the weight and heat. The moment Kyle felt those jolts of pure
joy, he frantically reached back for the leash attached to Dan’s collar and
pulled on it, forcing the stud even farther on top of himself.

Kyle’s t-shirt rode up his back, so he could feel
Dan’s sweaty skin on his own with every slap of hips against buttocks. It
exposed his naked, vulnerable flesh even more. And just as uncaring as a dog
would be about his pleasure, Dan came with a shuddery groan, digging his
forearms into Kyle’s waist and slamming their hips together with a fury that
almost knocked them both over. Kyle panted, and each thrust pushed him slightly
forward, the smell of concrete reminding him where his place was.

With his asshole pulsing around the thick girth of
the cock, Kyle let fantasy carry him. Yes, he was knotted, that huge ball
embedded within his body, and he would now have to wait till he was no longer
needed. He trembled, imagining all that sperm released inside, without any
barrier whatsoever. He was being bred for a dozen little mongrel puppies.

His excitement was off the charts, but even with
the last few thrusts and the hot panting on his nape, release was still
milimeters away. There was a sting under Kyle’s eyelids, intense emotion
tangling in his stomach. He loved doing it bareback with Dan, getting filled by
him. He even liked to fall asleep with spunk still inside him and only wash in
the morning. It made him feel marked, completely possessed by Dan.

His lover was a dead weight on top of him,
satisfied and still, but eventually, Kyle noticed a slight shift and then, a
tongue gently soothed the bite marks on his nape, as if Ares wanted to
apologize for the rough treatment. Kyle trembled at the touch, barely catching
breath. Too overwhelmed with the heat still inside of him, he arched his back
into Dan. His knees were like jello, and they threatened to slide apart.

Dan mewled and started sniffing his skin as that
warm, agile tongue trailed up Kyle’s neck to tease the back of his ear. The
knot had to be still there, since the stud wasn’t yet dismounting. At least
that’s how Kyle liked to imagine it. “Come on, be good, Ares, get off,” he
whined with his thighs shaking. He wouldn’t really urge Dan to go though. His
hole was like a put out fire, smoke still in the air. Kyle licked his lips and
cocked his head to the side, offering his neck for petting.

Dan growled, nipping at his ear and pressed his
hips against Kyle’s ass again, though it was clear the cock was slowly going
soft inside, retracting. But the beast on top of Kyle never stopped groaning in
appreciation and holding him in place.

Having only his ass exposed, while still wearing
the t-shirt, with pants around his knees, was yet another turn on in Kyle’s
kinky brain. It was as if his ass was the only part of his body worth
undressing, because the only thing that counted was how much pleasure he could
provide.

The pull at his anus when Dan’s cock backed away
made him moan, arousal and the slight sting melting into one. He imagined
himself, bent over in the pen, with a big, strong German Shepherd sliding its
red cock out of his ass and licking his face in gratitude. As if to say:
‘Thanks, human. Thanks for letting me come in that tight ass of yours, I really
appreciate a bitch like you.’ Kyle’s breath hitched.

And that seemed to be the goodbye, because with
one last lick, Dan dismounted, his cock sliding out of Kyle’s hole with a wet
smack.

Kyle clenched his buttocks, feeling cum ooze out,
but stayed with his face flattened against the concrete floor and his used up
ass in the air. There was an ache in his muscles from having to carry Dan’s
weight, but it was a sweet exhaustion. He was dying to relieve his balls and
come, but it was too much effort for the time being. Maybe in a few seconds, he
would be able to gather enough strength to move.

He didn’t expect a tender, yet seemingly
thoughtless lap that ran all the way up the crack of his ass. It was followed
by another, and then one more, the soft muscle relentlessly teasing the
softened, tender opening.

Kyle’s mind went blank. Dan was the best. It was
as if they had this connection of minds. “Oh my God. Good dog, good dog, lick
it all up,” he rasped and reached for his cock to start jerking off his
painfully stiff dick. He didn’t have to wait long for Dan to press his whole
face against the cheeks, licking and nibbling at the flesh. His vision went
white when that glorious tongue pushed inside him, past the roughened up
tissue, so soothing and gentle without seeming human. Kyle wanted to cry with
joy, and maybe he even shed a tear, but he wasn’t sure, with the strength of
his orgasm overpowering any other feeling. He stirred his ass against Dan’s
face, completely shameless. There was no need for shame around a dog. It wasn’t
like it could tell anyone what he did.

When Kyle came to, it struck him that he couldn’t
feel Dan’s body next to his, and he looked back, spotting him in the new doggy
bed, lapping at the inside of his thigh, presumably because he wouldn’t be able
to reach the now soft cock. Ah, the perils of actually being human. Can’t lick
himself.

“Oh, Ares, let me help you.” Kyle moved up to Dan
on his knees with a silly grin. He grabbed a piece of cloth and dipped it in
the water bowl before gently cleaning Dan’s face first.

Dan opened his mouth wide, trying to catch the
droplets with his tongue, but didn’t protest, whining with delight. His moves
were a bit on the lazy side, but he accepted the petting.

Kyle stroked his head with a sigh and moved on to
wash Dan’s dick. It felt good to take care of him like that, since usually it
was Dan in control and caring for him. But his new favorite dog wouldn’t just
sit still, and Ares rolled to his back, all spread for the grooming, with his
head tilted back in pleasure.

“You’ve been a naughty dog today, Ares,” Kyle said
as he stroked Dan’s stomach, sitting next to him. He fed his doggie with a few
chocolate buttons, which it eagerly munched down. “But I should have known
better. A stud like you has energy to use up, right?”

Dan barked and lapped at his hand, his eyes more
intent now, amused.

Kyle leaned down and kissed his cheek. “This will
be our secret. No one can know, because a stud like you can only breed pedigree
bitches. But I won’t tell.” He grinned widely.

“You’re the omega bitch I fuck in secret. What a
misalliance,” murmured Dan, stretching in the doggie bed with a smile. It was
so small in comparison to him that it barely fit his ass and back.

Kyle laughed and hid his face in his hands for a
moment. “Forbidden puppy love,” he said and snuggled up next to his big, bad
boyfriend. He loved falling asleep next to Dan, all spent and satisfied. He
didn’t even bother to pull up his pants.

Dan exhaled, closing him in those strong arms that
seemed able to protect him from anything bad. “You okay? That was quite rough,
wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, but hot as well.” Kyle looked up into Dan’s
dark eyes. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I will have to kill you, you
know?”

They looked at each other in silence that was
finally broken by Dan’s chuckle. “You could blackmail me about this, little
bitch boy.”

Kyle’s cheeks heated up at those words. Dan knew
him all too well after just a few months, and maybe now was the time to ask
what had been on his mind for a while now. He hated those days when they didn’t
see each other, when he woke up alone in his own bed, and so he needed to act.

“I could blackmail you into anything, couldn’t I?”

Dan shook his head. “I don’t know, could you?”

“‘Cause I was kind of thinking, I always wanted a dog
of my own. But I’d probably need to get my own apartment. You know, for me and
my dog…” He swallowed, worried it was too soon to suggest living together. But
Dan really seemed to enjoy his company just as much as Kyle did Dan’s. After
all, he was happy to come and meet Kyle’s parents for Christmas. That had to
count for something.

Dan stretched and rested his head on his hand,
watching him with that strange expression just on the border between neutral
and smiling. Each second heightened Kyle’s anxiety, and he wanted to cry in
frustration when Dan asked, “You want to keep one of the puppies?”

Kyle swallowed and hit his forehead against Dan’s
chest. Fuck. “Y--yeah. I suppose so,” he muttered in resignation.

“There’s only one problem. My landlord doesn’t accept
animals on the premises.”

“He won’t have to. I’ll have the pup at mine. I
wouldn't be able to stay the night as often though. With a new dog and all.”
Kyle pouted and rolled over to his back. This was one big cock-up.

Dan gave a raspy laugh and suddenly bit into the
side of Kyle’s neck, jerking all his senses into attention. “Yeah? I think that
wouldn’t do. You really think a puppy would be enough for you?”

Kyle looked back at him, grasping at the boxing
glove. His heart filled up with hope again. He was so sick of living in the
dorms with a smelly roommate. “What do you mean?”

Dan shrugged. “You clearly need a proper stud in
your home. But you need to understand it’s not just pleasures. You will have
responsibilities.”

Kyle’s whole body lit up with excitement, and he
instantly curled up closer to Dan, never breaking eye contact. “Oh yeah? What
kind? Would I need to walk him?”

Dan pulled him closer, his hands still in the
gloves. “And feed him. And make sure he unleashes all that testosterone-fueled
energy.”

Kyle’s smile widened by the second. He wouldn’t
mind cooking for Dan. “I think I can do that. As long as he pays his half of
the rent.” He snorted and smothered Dan with a tight hug.

“And you help him with packing his stuff.”

The smooth glove slid down his cheek like the
sweetest caress.

*

Kyle was melting. His mood hit new heights every
time he looked at Dan, who was busy preparing the table in the dining room. He
looked so out of place next to the frail cabinet with porcelain figurines of
dogs, but it only made Kyle love him more. There would be no trinkets in their
apartment. There would be masculine elegance. With dark wooden chairs and
brown-- no, gray table cloth, black, square plates. Real adult stuff, not like
in the dorms. If they got any posters, they would be framed, not stuck on with
cellotape.

“Sorry my parents are late. Dogs always come first
here.” Kyle laughed and walked into the dining room with a big bowl full of
steaming potatoes. It got him to imagine how it would be to cook for Dan more
often. The guy had a healthy appetite, and appreciated Kyle’s cooking.

“I’m sure another trophy is very important for a
breeder.” Dan smiled, meticulously adjusting the cutlery. Kyle had never seen
him this particular about setting the table.

He put the bowl down and walked up to Dan from
behind, hugging his large frame tightly. “Especially if it’s a very unique
dog.” He pressed a kiss Dan’s shoulder blade through the fabric of his shirt.

A chuckle rumbled through Dan’s chest. “Why? Are
you declaring me a champion?”

“I am. I only wish I had a sash for you.” Kyle
snorted, but they could already hear the car in the driveway. His parents were
bound to fall in love with Dan, they had to. After all, he was the greatest guy
ever, they'd have to see that.

“How do I look?” Dan raised his eyebrows,
spreading his arms. In well-fitting jeans and a pristine white t-shirt, he
looked dashing without seeming to have tried too hard.

“Perfect.” Kyle stood on his toes to give him a
smooch as his parents opened the door.

Before Kyle could even greet them or introduce his
boyfriend, a stampede of paws rushed his way.

“Athena, stop!” was the last thing he heard before
a massive German Shepherd knocked him down to the sofa, crawling into his lap
and licking his face like it was a giant lollipop.

“I know, I know, you missed me,” Kyle moaned,
trying to push the dog off, but two more ran right up to him, one barking and
running around the coffee table, the other licking his hand. It was like being
swallowed by a moving and breathing swamp of fur, but even through the noise of
the animals, he heard Dan’s voice loud and clear.

“Dogs really seem to like Kyle.”

He pouted, imagining that smug smirk on Dan’s
face.

The end

“So, you want to fuck my boyfriend.” Dan leaned against
the wall, watching their new neighbor with a small smile. His skin tingled with
warmth at how bold his scheme was, but underneath it all, his blood was boiling
hot.

“I--” Eric looked up at him, wide-eyed and pale as
a sheet. A few strands of long dark hair obscured his face, but he couldn’t
hide behind it. “I didn’t mean any harm. I was just flirting,” he quickly said
and put his hands up.

The gesture reminded Dan of a frightened dog,
rolling over to its back. Eric wasn’t much taller than Kyle, so Dan imagined
their new neighbor could see him as intimidating, and it felt good. He needed
Eric to understand only one of them was in charge. He couldn’t have that guy
experimenting on Kyle.

“I’m not mad, calm down.” Dan sighed and stroked
his new buzz cut.

Eric had been stealing glances at Kyle every time
they bumped into each other in the hallway, or the corner store nearby. The
attraction wasn’t one-sided either. Kyle appreciated a well-muscled man, even
one who had long hair and wasn’t nearly as butch as Dan. Eric was no
competition, not really. Otherwise, Kyle wouldn’t have mentioned him throughout
the two weeks since they moved in together.

“Oh… Okay.” Eric squinted and ran his fingers
through his hair. It could have been an attempt to show off the geometrical
tattoos all over his arms. “Kyle is… yeah, he’s hot,” the guy treaded
carefully, watching Dan’s reactions.

So, he knew Kyle’s name. Of course he did. Dan
grinned. “I will let you fuck him then.”

Eric’s pupils widened. “You will? Are you just
messing with me? Because I’m not up for a fight.”

They stood like that in the corridor, watching
each other like two cautious dogs. But there could be only one Alpha.

“You will be my housewarming gift. And there will
be rules because I like my stuff customized,” said Dan, watching tension spread
all over Eric’s face.

“You want a threesome?” It seemed to sink in, and
Eric slowly smiled, straightening his back, and he crossed his well sculpted
arms on his chest. “I’m more of a top.”

“Good, because he’s a bottom.” Dan slowly moved
away from the wall and put his palm on Eric’s nape, startling him on purpose.
“But as I said, there are a few rules, and you will stick to them, or the
deal’s over. And it’s only one fuck, no flirting after that.”

Eric swallowed but nodded. Obviously. It was an
opportunity to fuck Kyle. Who wouldn’t want that?

*

Dan stood a good distance away, hiding so he could
observe Kyle.

Kyle got off the bus at the same stop as usual,
carrying a massive rectangular shape wrapped in brown paper. It had to be a
painting or a mirror for their new apartment. It took a while for them to move
in together after making the decision. Kyle had to leave the dorms and not
wanting to lose money, they decided to wait till the end of the semester. Dan
was surprised that he found himself counting the days. It was so nice to spend
evenings together and watch Kyle doze off after being jerked awake by Dan’s
alarm clock, with his mouth open, curled into a ball under the comforter. Even
before they moved in together, Kyle insisted on feeding him, and Dan’s shelf in
his old apartment's shared fridge was constantly stacked with plastic
containers full of homemade food. He was surprised by how much he appreciated
it. Every time he opened a lid, it reminded him that there was a guy out there
who was happy to care for him. It was great.

And speaking about greatness, hello Kyle’s tight
ass. His boyfriend had a lean, sporty body and that casual-preppy look. Not too
trendy, not too conservative. It was Friday, and Kyle was heading home after
yet another day of job hunting. And just as every other day recently, he came
back with more shopping than he could afford.

He was wearing a pair of well-fitting jeans and a
short-sleeved white button-up. The tie he worked so hard to knot in the morning
was now tucked into his pants pocket as he struggled down the road with a
parcel he could barely hold. Every now and then, Kyle stopped and put it down
for a moment. He was smaller than Dan, but no weakling, so the thing had to be
heavy.

Dan fought his instincts to stop himself from
helping Kyle out. That would ruin the surprise, so he just followed him, with
the fake gun burning him through the denim of his pants. He couldn’t wait. They
had spoken about introducing a new element into their bedroom, and he knew Kyle
enjoyed looking at Eric, but there was always a chance of Kyle safewording
right away. It would be a hard pill to swallow after the careful preparations,
but he would have to accept it without making Kyle feel guilty about it. He'd gotten
himself a tub of beer flavored ice cream, just in case.

Dan’s breath started coming in short gasps as he
sneaked behind Kyle, watching the fabric stretch over his tight ass. Kyle’s
biceps bulged as he moved the parcel higher to get through the passage in a
brick fence. He was so insanely hot. He looked hot, smelled hot, tasted hot. He
even had this special smile that tented Dan’s pants within seconds. And on top
of that, Kyle was a pig in a sheep’s skin. Judging by the fresh face and smart
hairdo with a side parting, no onlooker would guess just how dirty Kyle loved
to get in bed. Dan had all sorts of filth on his mind himself, but the stuff
Kyle kept revealing repeatedly blew his mind. It was becoming Dan’s ambition to
always be ahead of the game and top his boyfriend's dirty fantasies.

Kyle finally managed to get to their apartment
building and crossed the parking lot only to disappear inside. Dan sighed,
feeling his cock swell already as his gaze trailed to their living room window
in the second floor. Eric would be there, wearing a T-shirt Kyle got Dan for
Christmas, drinking Dan’s favorite lager, spread out on the couch and watching
Dan’s favorite trash TV channel. Kyle was up for an illusion, and Dan was happy
to provide just that. He did leave Kyle a note by the door, in the bowl they
were always leaving their keys in. Without going into much detail, but warning
him that there was a surprise awaiting, and that he could safeword if he wanted
to. So that he wouldn’t freak out when he saw Eric.

Dan walked through the parking lot and peeked
inside. The coast was clear. Kyle must have taken the elevator already, so he
let himself in and slowly moved up the stairs, knowing he had to give Kyle some
time before play began.

He paused at the landing, adjusting the stiffening
cock in his pants, overwhelmed by the heat boiling up inside him. He'd never
tried anything like this before, and despite the ever-rising excitement, there
was a hint of unease somewhere. As much as Kyle was dedicated to him, wouldn't
sleeping with another guy change something? What if it did? Then again, it
could make their sex life even more mind-blowing. The thought that he was the
one to provide for all of Kyle’s needs made Dan’s chest swell with pride and
maybe even a bit of conceit as well. Like he was being declared the best
student in class, but better because he got to have a boner while at it.

As he sneaked into the corridor of their small
apartment, he overheard the start of a conversation.

“Is that how you greet your boyfriend?” Eric
laughed and Dan heard the sound of a smooch.

“Y--yeah,” Kyle uttered.

Dan licked his lips and hid behind the wardrobe,
listening on to choose the right moment. He needed for Kyle to ease in into the
scene first, so he waited.

“What do you have here?” asked Eric.

“I got a mirror for the… bedroom,” Kyle finished
flatly, clearly nervous, but he was playing along. That was a good sign.

“Yeah, for watching porn without leaving any
trace?” teased Eric, and Dan rolled his eyes. He would have certainly thought
that, but he wouldn’t have said it.

“I wanna see you on me when you fuck me from
behind,” Kyle said with more confidence.

Both Dan and Eric were left speechless, but Dan’s
cock was very vocal about its need to join in on the fun. Slowly, Dan made his
way toward the door to the living room, watching the light seep into the
corridor as he took out the fake gun and clenched it in his fingers. His joints
were pulsing with his rapid heartbeat as he held his breath, stopping at the
wall by the door.

“Hell yeah,” Eric finally choked out. “You wanna
check out that mirror now?”

“Before dinner?” Kyle teased, more at ease by the
second.

“There will be no dinner,” announced Dan, rushing
into the living room with the gun in hand. Blood rushed up to his head, making
him dizzy, but he wouldn’t let it show, so he smiled at Kyle as he pointed the
barrel at him.

“What the fuck? Get out of our house!” Eric raised
his voice but took a step back, just like Kyle, whose gaze instantly locked
with Dan’s. The moment stretched, and Dan felt his heart skip a beat. He was
such a goner.

“Take whatever you want, just don’t shoot,”
uttered Kyle, his chest moving rapidly with deep breaths.

Dan felt his cheeks tense as his face stretched
into a wide grin. “I intend to.” And with that, he raised his hand and gestured
for Kyle to come over.

Eric blinked. “No. What do you want?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Kyle visibly swallowed and looked to Eric, as a
concerned little boyfriend would, before taking a few steps closer to Dan, with
his hands slightly raised. “Just don’t hurt my boyfriend,” he whispered.

Dan exhaled and stepped forward, yanking Kyle
close. Adrenaline rushed in his veins, but as soon as he had Kyle’s back
against his chest, he pressed his fingertips into the skin on his neck,
breathing in the fresh scent of Kyle’s cologne. An artery was pulsing just
beneath Dan’s finger, like a frightened bird wanting to escape. He put the
barrel against Kyle’s temple, trying to gather himself together so that his
voice would sound sufficiently reckless. “That depends on you, slut.”

“Please let him go.” Eric raised his hands as
well, but his gaze kept shifting from Kyle to Dan. He knew more about the scene
than Kyle, it was necessary for safety measures. Kyle, on the other hand loved
surprises. He told Dan they gave him adrenaline rushes, so as long as he wasn’t
safewording, Dan could assume his boyfriend was happy. Or more than happy,
judging by the way he ground his ass into Dan’s dick while holding onto his
forearms.

“It’s fine, Eric, it’s fine, just do what he
says,” Kyle whimpered, his breathing now not only quick but erratic as well.

“So, where’s your bedroom?” Dan pressed his hand
against Kyle’s throat, gently choking him. He loved how his boyfriend’s Adam’s
apple shifted in his hand. Everything was in his grasp.

Kyle pointed to the left, to a barely furnished
room where they slept. He got to his toes in an attempt to lessen the grip, but
that wouldn’t help.

“You don’t have to do this, we’ll pay what you
want,” Eric tried, but already took a few steps toward the room. He had to be
dying to get a taste of Kyle’s ass. Tough luck. He’d have to wait for his turn.

“Shut up and walk,” muttered Dan, following Eric
inside. He switched on the light with his elbow and took in the sparse
decoration. There was just the large Ikea bed and an old wooden armchair, which
was where Dan wanted Eric. “Sit your ass.”

The guy listened, but Kyle writhed in Dan’s grip.
It felt like child’s play. Kyle wasn’t a weightlifter, but Dan knew a
half-assed effort when he saw one. It was a weight off Dan’s chest to see him
so eager.

“Here’s what you’ll do. I'll throw handcuffs at
you, and you'll use them on yourself,” said Dan to Eric. He smiled when he
watched the guy obey, and close the handcuffs with trembling fingers.

“Listen to him, Eric, so he doesn’t hurt us,” Kyle
uttered and clenched his burning-hot hand on Dan’s wrist. Unable to resist, Dan
pressed his face into Kyle’s neck and took a swig of his scent, so masculine
and fresh. He couldn’t wait to act.

“Now you, little bitch boy,” Dan whispered. “Move
your right hand into my front pocket and take it out.”

Kyle’s jugular throbbed under Dan’s palm, and he
slowly reached back into Dan’s pocket, arching his hips away from the cock that
was so close to his hand. “Why would you do this?” he whispered, trying to look
up at Dan, his body in a delicious twist that he couldn't escape without Dan’s
permission. So fragile in Dan’s hands. If he wanted to, he could twist Kyle’s
neck. He would never consider it, of course, but he loved the vulnerability
Kyle offered to him.

“Shut up and do it,” he whispered, feeling the
edge of the handcuffs move closer to his erect cock.

Kyle pulled out the cuffs, trembling against Dan’s
body and the fake gun.

“Good.” Dan slowly moved his hand over Kyle’s
neck, allowing himself a moment of tenderness before roughly pushing Kyle to
his knees. “Cuff his other hand.”