Their tongues intertwined, the tension between them high like electricity. Sudan was alive, his senses was heightened and his heart racing.
The scent of Sudan was in the air, it was rich and heady, wrapping itself around Zach until he could barely think of anything else. His breath was deep, unable to resist the pull between them.
Sudan pulled back creating a space between them as his breath was still against Zach’s lips, his eyes dark with mischief. His thumb traced slowly over Zach’s mouth, lingering as though committing every line to memory.
“Do you know what I intend to do to you, Zach?” he murmured, his tone low and dangerous, his tongue darting briefly against Zach’s ear.
Zach was thrilled, who knew Sudan had this side to him. He moaned aching his body to Sudan like a sacrifice needing more, he wanted to be touched and wanted to be fucked. He wanted it in a hard and primal way.
“After I take you tonight I can't stop myself, I’ll want to fuck you anyday and anytime. My cock will be imprinted in your hole. You’ll be mine and mine alone” Sudan groaned his cock already hard and up.
When he pulled away, his smile was sharp, wicked. “You need to understand this before we continue. I talk dirty and I play rough. Can you handle that?”
Zach met his eyes with defiance, his voice steady even as his pulse raced. “Handle you? I think the question is whether you can handle me, I like it rough. You’d better live up to what you’re promising.”
A growl rumbled from Sudan’s chest, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. His eyes glowed “Baby,” he said, his voice a low growl, “you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Sudan kissed him, it was not with tenderness but possession. His mouth claimed, demanded, consumed Zach until his knees buckled. He kissed him till they both lost their breath and when he pulled back, Zach’s lips were parted, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling.
Sudan’s hand slid down his jaw, across his chest, deliberate and slow, until Zach’s eyes fluttered shut in response.
“Open your eyes,” Sudan ordered. They snapped open immediately.
The corner of Sudan’s mouth curved upward. “That’s better. That’s how I want you”
Zach exhaled shakily, his voice breaking as he whispered, “You’ll ruin me.”
Sudan leaned in, his lips brushing Zach’s ear once more. “No, Zach. You’re already ruined”
“Spread you legs open, I want to see you. Sudan muttered
Zach did as he was commanded and Sudan pinched his nipples, hard as he let out a cry. He pinched his nipples before he grazed his hand over the head of Zach’s cock pressing his thumb slightly into the slit at the head of it and bringing the finger to his mouth, tasting him and staring into his eyes .
“You’re beautiful like this— bare, raw, exposed and ass twitching, inviting me home”, Sudan muttered, almost to himself, though he knew every word sank straight into Zack's raw, exposed core. “Tied up. Helpless. Aching. Just perfect.”
The paddle came down again. A sharp sound. A sharper gasp.
Sudan shifted behind him, one knee pressing to the mattress, his body close enough for Zach to feel the heat radiating off him. He rubbed his erect cock along the crack of Zach’s ass, teasing him. Zach pressed his ass back on the cock between his ass, grinding and wanting more friction. “You want my cock deep in your ass right?“
He kissed Zach’s back before burying his face between his ass hole sucking and rimming him like a man on a mission.
Zach’s moans grew louder and echoed, Sudan’s hands were the only thing keeping him steady but he needed more, he didn’t just want the tongue or fingers. He wanted Sudan’s erect cock buried deep within him, filling him up to the brim.
“Fuck me please!!!,” Zach cried.
Sudan snapped and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep within Zach and slamming his cock to the tilt and rolling his hip, hitting his prostrate causing Zach to yelp and moan loudly from the intensity.
Sudan’s monstrous pounding continued as he spanked Zach’s ass, running his palm along the red prints of his palm.
"Don’t you dare move”. A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into Zach’s tired hole, fucking him with so much vigor.
“I'm going to come!” Zach mustered.
“Don't come till I tell you to”, Sudan breathed out his order. As Zach tried all he could to hold in his release, straining himself, but the moment Susan slammed into him two more times and he felt his core tighten, his balls shrunk and a sensation scurried along the tip of his cock, the thick ropes spewing.
"What did I say?" Sudan's voice was dangerously low, sending a chill down Zack's spine. He pulled out abruptly, making him gasp at the sudden emptiness. His body trembled, every nerve frayed.
“I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson”, with that he sunk back into Zach and began to fuck his hole mercilessly as he dragged his hair back, hitting all the right places.
He pushed him past his limit to the land of no return. This wasn’t just about disobedience and correction, no, this was something else. Something darker, Sudan was tearing him apart with his cock and putting him back together with ruthless precision.
It was overwhelming. It was too much. And yet, it was everything! And when release finally tore through them, it wasn’t just physical shudder. It was surrender.
This was the strangest, most terrifying, most exhilarating sex Zach had ever had yet he love it. He loved him.
He laid there trembling, his chest heaving and his body humming with aftershocks when Sudan pulled out his fat cock.
Sudan leaned over, his breath hot against his ear.
“Remember this…no matter how dark things get in this bedroom we’re just roommates out there ”, he whispered to his ears and walked to the bathroom, his cock dangling.
Zach layed there as tears wet his face, was this all Sudan saw in him? A sex slave? He felt ashamed because he would spread his legs open for him again.
Their tongues intertwined, the tension between them high like electricity. Sudan was alive, his senses was heightened and his heart racing.The scent of Sudan was in the air, it was rich and heady, wrapping itself around Zach until he could barely think of anything else. His breath was deep, unable to resist the pull between them.Sudan pulled back creating a space between them as his breath was still against Zach’s lips, his eyes dark with mischief. His thumb traced slowly over Zach’s mouth, lingering as though committing every line to memory.“Do you know what I intend to do to you, Zach?” he murmured, his tone low and dangerous, his tongue darting briefly against Zach’s ear.Zach was thrilled, who knew Sudan had this side to him. He moaned aching his body to Sudan like a sacrifice needing more, he wanted to be touched and wanted to be fucked. He wanted it in a hard and primal way. “After I take you tonight I can't stop myself, I’ll want to fuck you anyday and anytime. My cock will
“Mmm….fuck!!” Zach moaned as he rubbed the head of his cock, the thoughts of Sudan consuming him. He wondered the way his hands would feel when they grin his cock.He wondered what it would feel like being tied down as his fingers trailed his cock before gripping it in a firm manner, he wondered what his mouth would feel like when he trailed kisses the length of his shaft before wrapping those lips that looked plum around him. His cock jerked, thoughts of Sudan staring deep into his eyes as his tongue licked off his cum before wrapping his mouth around his mouth and squeezing it. That thought alone sent him into frenzy, he began to rub his cock. It was slow at first, his hands moved slowly rubbing the tip of his cock just the way he liked it. Waves of pleasure overwhelm him as he ached his back, his body had already become an overwhelming mess. He wrapped his hand around his cock, his thump moving over the tip rubbing the head. Each time he did that, precum would slip out the hole
The alarm Sudan had set went off by 6:30 a.m filling their room with a loud beeping that wouldn't go off, Zach groaned and rolled burying his head under the pull-ups.“Turn it off”, he grunted annoyed, his voice thick and laced with sleep. Sudan was already up using his hand to reach for the alarm so he could turn it off, when it went off he sat up on the edge of his bed ready to begin his day. “Thanks.” Zach muttered, peeking out from beneath the pillow. “You always up this early or you got somewhere to be?”Sudan didn’t answer right away, he just stared out the small window, his dark eyes fixed on the pale morning light spilling over the campus. He finally replied “Old habit.”Zach pushed himself upright, yawning loudly and stretching his arms above his head. “Man, I don’t know how you do it. Back home, I’d sleep until noon if I could.”Sudan glanced at him, expression unreadable. “You’d miss half the day.”“That’s kind of the point,” Zach said with a grin, hoping to coax a reacti
The dormitory smelled faintly of fresh paint and nervous energy, there were boxes stacked all over the corridor and voices, someone was also laughing too loudly. It was a mess.Sudan stood at the threshold of the dorm room that has been appointed to him, his duffel badge clutched tightly to him. He had always traveled light, “Gotta know when to run”, he would always say. All he brought with him were a few clothes, a stack of books and that was it. He had with him some foodstuffs and cash his adopted father had given to him, he didn’t want to carry the foodstuffs but his dad had forced him insisting that he needed to eat. He took a deep breath before he stepped into the room, this is going to be the starting of something new for him, he would build his life here.He quickly scanned the room, it was a small room with two beds at the edges. It had a pair of desks beneath the window and a narrow wardrobe, guess they would have to share this he thought to himself.He noticed the guy he w
PrologueTherain fell down heavily that night, the sky heavy and thick.On the outskirts of the city, the roads were nearly deserted, the street lights were barely hanging out. A car stood there, parked. It was a black Sudan, it looked expensive. Inside the car was a small boy who stayed curled up in the backseat, hugging his knees to his chest. His clothes were thin for the weather, he had on jeans and a faded hoodie which looked like it had been washed too many times. His clothes were damp, his sneakers had holes under them and his face had a white cast. He was about six year old but he looked like one who had seen too many life times, his beautiful brown eyes red and swollen from crying and his cheeks streaked with dried tears. “Please, Mom,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Please don’t leave me.”The woman in front of the seat had a striking resemblance with him, one could say she was his mom but her manicured hands gribbing the wheel, the lines on her face as she frowns a