Changeling Pt. 1 - Teil 9

Kelastes hands fumbled with the trouser button, fighting against the soft shaking in his fingers as well as against the fluttering anxiety in his stomach. Cautiously he pulled open the fly of Mohawks trousers and grabbed inside to pull out his cock, shocked by the stage of arousal he was presented with. The fingers in his hair tightened again, pulling him between Mohawks spread knees, then bent him over, pushing his face down.
He took a deep breath, steadying himself by putting his hands on Mohawk's thighs, and gulped down the nausea caused by the simmering fear that roared through his head. He could do this. He had done it right when Mohawk had found him. This was not worse. He had to do this right.
Mohawks crotch smelled clean, not a single hair to be found there, which made the whole situation a bit less disturbing.
A tug on his hair made him gasp, open his lips, and at the same second he got pushed down farther. The tip of his cock tasted of salty precum and soap, reminding Kelaste that this man was not one of the dirty old bastards he got his fixes from. Holding his breath he closed his lips around the bell-end, setting his tongue to work.
It was as it had always been - as soon as he tasted the flavor of aroused maleness, he got fascinated with the structure, the taste, the reactions of the cock to his searching, caressing tongue. It took only three seconds for him to settle into the moment, then the need took over.
With a low, guttural moan he let his tongue glide over the glans, tracing the small slit with the tip, then working circles and caressing the retracted foreskin. He could feel the blood flowing into Mohawks cock, rewarding his attentiveness in the most honest way he could think of: arousal.
As he pushed his head deeper, sucking softly at the hot, silken shaft, he could hear Mohawks breath speeding up. He didn't look up into the face of his captor, but kept his eyes closed as he nodded his head up and down, slowly working more and more of his thick, hard member into his mouth, sucking and savoring the salty taste of lusty arousal his bell-end gave off from time to time. The knife tip shuddered against his temple, leaving scratches, then blood-filled cuts in his skin, before Mohawk seemed to realize he was hurting him, und pushed it against his neck.
The seeping pain of fresh cuts made Kelaste open his eyes wide, then push his head down further and harder, until his nose touched his crotch, the thick length buried in his gullet. Shivering violently he started swallowing around the hard flesh blocking his throat, silencing him except for the hissing, bubbling sounds his breath made while he tried to gasp for air. Blood drippled from his temple onto Mohawk's thigh, and for a moment their gazes locked into each other, Kelaste's fearful, dark eyes against the fiercly triumphant steel blue ones of his captor.
Then Kelaste tried to pull back, gagging and gasping, and Mohawk did the only thing he feared: He held him down, pressed his face into his crotch, and pushed the knife tip into the side of his neck, sending flickers of roaring pain through Kelaste's head, making him struggle, gurgle, cry against the pulsing hard-on in his throat.
Panicking he started to swallow harshly against the meat in his throat, feeling the twitching that promised Mohawks release just a glimpse of seconds, before his captor moaned harshly and filled his gullet with hot, salty semen. Bucking violently he released his lust, and only then let go of Kelaste, shoving him backwards with a brutal push that sent him flying. Droplets of cum bubbled out of his mouth and nose as he started coughing spasmodical, rolling onto his side. It took him nearly a minute of continued rasping and swallowing before he could take a clear breath again, leaving the floor covered with flecks of saliva and sperm. There was a peculiar silence that filled the room for a few heartbeats, than Mohawk's voice cut through Kelaste's roaring thoughts.
"Lick it up, then lick me clean, little bastard."
The sound itself nearly made him cum into his pants.