The Flesh Cartel #3: Choices

might see—some might need two hands. Others—smaller ones—might call for only thumb and forefinger. Now then, lean in, mouth on the crown. Stroke and suck in rhythm. Vary speed and depth. If your techniques with your hand and lips and tongue are strong, you need not always swallow a man down your throat.” He paused for a moment to let the boy explore those techniques—halting, inexpert, too slow, too gentle. “But you will of course learn to do that too. Harder now, and a little faster. We’ll be here for hours at this rate.”
Douglas whimpered as if Nikolai had openly threatened him. So timid and fearful. But he did what he was told, squeezing Nikolai’s cock until it was just this side of painful, his dry palm chafing Nikolai’s shaft. Nikolai let it go on, though, as uninspired as it was. Even enjoyed it a little when Douglas had the presence of mind to toy the pointed tip of his tongue over Nikolai’s slit.
“Better,” he murmured, allowing the boy the privilege of hearing arousal in his voice. He set his hand on the back of Douglas’s head, not pushing, but it was enough to cause the boy to tense. “I’d like to take your throat now.”
A tear streaked down Douglas’s cheek, and he squeezed his eyes shut as if in attempt to prevent any more from following. He’d let go of his pride soon enough. Then the tears would fall unheeded, as they needed to, whenever and wherever they came. And not long after, they would cease again, to be replaced by joyous devotion. Douglas would open up, blossom , like a flower. He’d already given so much.
“It’s all right, Douglas. Not bad for your first time. We’ll practice every day until you’ve found your confidence. Now, relax your jaw and throat, and fold your lips over your teeth. Kneel to proper height—that’s it, up off your heels—and take a deep breath. You will feel like you’re choking. It’s all right to cry; it’s mere reflex. Fold your hands behind your back to resist the urge to grip my hips or push me away. There’s a good boy.” Nikolai took Douglas’s head in both hands, gently, not forcing. Slid the tip of his cock past the boy’s slack lips, along his velvet tongue. One inch. Two. Four. Douglas gagged, but held still.
“Yes,” Nikolai sighed. “Very good. Almost there now.” He pressed in the final three inches, nestled his balls against Douglas’s chin as the boy choked and flailed, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming from the corners. But he didn’t try to pull away. This was obviously not the first time he’d had his throat fucked.
Nikolai pulled back slightly, let the boy breathe, thrust forward again. “Soon, I’ll expect you to do this for me—take me deep while I lie perfectly still.” Another thrust, more gagging. The feel of that soft throat convulsing around his cock was simply beyond compare. “You may start being active by using your tongue as best you can, pressing up around the shaft as I thru—” He cut off on a gasp as Douglas did as instructed. “ Yes , very good, very, very good. Now hum on my next thrust.” He buried himself balls to chin down Douglas’s throat again, and the boy did as ordered, more a moan than a hum but pleasing nonetheless. “The vibrations heighten my pleasure. Oh. Yes.” He shuddered. Held Douglas close, savoring one choking spasm after another. Pleasure stacked on top of pleasure. “You’ll learn so many things. So many, many things. We have so much to look forward to.” He didn’t let go. The choking was getting desperate now, turning into genuine struggle. He’d promised he’d never force, so though he was nearing desperation for release, he let go of Douglas’s head. “Consequences,” he reminded the boy, who pulled back just long enough to suck in two ragged breaths, then squeezed his eyes closed and dove back in.
“Good boy. Normally I’d prefer to come down your throat—you must always swallow your master’s cum as if it were nectar from the gods—but I’m not sure how well it would sit on an empty stomach, so you’ll take it on the face this time.” He thrust his hips—short, aborted little twitches, barely touching the boy’s gag reflex. “The instant I pull free,” he panted, “you will stroke me to completion. You will look me in the eyes the entire time. You will hold your mouth open, tongue out, like—” He had to stop for a moment, breathe deep, rein himself in. “Like a happy dog, if you’ll excuse the crassness. Don’t you