Cow-t 10. NSFW. M2. Prompt: Mitologia Greca e Romana
Ganymede moaned, his young body squirming on the sheets, his wrists handcuffed to the bedposts, a purple band at the base of his throbbing erection, and the sound of something vibrating at full-speed from the general vicinity of his ass. He was so beautiful the Jupiter spaced off enchanted.
A high pitched moan took him back to the present.
Ganymede’s arms tensed against the restraints. Why had he agreed to this? His cock throbbed. It wasn’t what he expected when he sneaked to the exclusive night-club that night.
Holympus was the name. The night-club was so exclusive that they even didn’t allow the cue outside, you have to be explicitly invited to get in. That wasn’t his case obviously. He was broken, badly. So when a shady man offered him a job he accepted.
He had to entertain people in the club. Not so hard right? The man, Janus, told him he had some higher profiles clients as guests that night and that he was going to be a surprise. He bought him very short shorts and a see-through shirt. Not hard to imagine what kind of surprise he was meant to be.
But what kind of choice did he had? Being a harlot in a club to being a harlot in the street where Janus find him.
It felt a little bit weird that a rich man like Janus couldn’t just hire a professional prostitute but he wasn’t going to spit on some luck. So he was there, they let them in without even checking their documents.
The group of man which was waiting for them was positively surprised by him and for a second he felt good, then he realised there were seven men, plus Janus and just him. He wasn’t supposed to service them all right?
He panicked a little and tried to escape in the bathroom but the man near him circled him with his arm keeping him sitting.
“Don’t be afraid, let’s have a toast.” They passed him a drink and he was about to drink when he noticed no one else was reaching for their glass. They were looking at him… famish. He looked down at the liquid. Then he threw it to their face and sprinted toward the exit.
But a hand was already closed on his wrist.
Janus looked angry.
“That wasn’t nice!” He said, his hand so tight he was hurting him. “I bought you clothes and I already paid you, didn’t I?”
Ganymede felt like screaming but he was frozen in place. Like prey in front of headlights.
That’s when he made his entrance.
He was snatched away from Janus and two giant bodyguards stepped between them.
Jupiter, as he found out later, was now pressing him to his chest, but he didn’t feel trapped quite the contrary: he felt safe.
Janus and his friend were thrown out and Ganymede was taken into a small room to recover.
Jupiter’s hips thrust forward again, bringing a groan to Ganymede’s lips. The feeling of being filled, of being taken, was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
He was no-virgin but sex with Jupiter was something else. He edged him for hours that he made him come so hard he almost passed out. He came back to the man pounding into him, his hands-free from the handcuffs holding tightly to the sheets as pleasure crashed on him.
Ganymede’s howled his orgasm and Jupiter groaned long and loud when the muscles clutching him tightened further, drawing his orgasm out his body. Hot cream spattered his chest as Ganymede’s seed arched from his cock. His lover had his head thrown back in ecstasy, panting and moaning as he came. He was beautiful.
“I will take care of you,” said the man sometime later. They were lying in the dark and he was holding the boy close. “I will buy you anything you want and you can also have a real job at the Holympus, no one but me will touch you and you’ll have a home. In return I want your body to belong to me, your orgasm, your dress code, your cute little ass, everything.”
“Like a sugar daddy?” Said the boy sleepy but still a tease. The man was enchanted by him from the first time his eyes met his small figure, squirming away from that two-faces of Janus.
“If you want to call me daddy, I’m not stopping you… baby.”
“Good night daddy.”
“Good night baby.”