HOW DOES THE PIZZA TASTE?

Darrel

He wasn't joking.

“No, I believe you,” I say. Then, the front doorbell rings.

Clearing his throat, Aiden disclosed, “That must be the pizza. I'll go get it. You'll be a good boy while I'm gone, won't you, doc?”

I nod.

Leaning closer to me, he places a soft kiss on my cheek. “I won't stay out long.”

I waited patiently until Aiden left the room before rubbing his peck off my cheek.

Standing up from the chair, I moved toward the closed window and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

“Of course, the window is tightly bolted shut. That psycho wouldn't have left me all alone in this room untied if there was an escape route.”

Heading back to the chair, I unintentionally stopped in front of the bathroom door. Was the dead body of my former neighbor really behind this door?

I know I hated his guts, but that didn't mean I ever wanted him to die.

“Your pizza is here,” a familiar voice says from behind, startling me.

I turned; it was Aiden. He was standing by the door with a large-sized pizza box in his hands.

“You seem really curious to know what's behind that bathroom door, Darrel. I'll show you later. For now, let's put some food in your stomach.”

Walking over to the small table at the center of the room, Aiden placed the pizza box gently on it.

“Come over here.” He gestures, flicking his index finger toward him as he summons me like a dog to its owner.

I was just about to take a step toward him when he stopped me in my tracks.

“Don't walk,” he corrects. “Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

Fuck. Me.

Sinking low to my hands and knees, I crawled toward Aiden's feet.

At the soles of his feet, he reached out—patting my head.

“You look so fucking lewd right now, Darrel. Did you know that?” he growled, “Gazing up at me shirtless with those spiteful eyes of yours. I can tell you hate me, but fuck, those eyes of yours turn me on so much.”

Trailing his fingers to my lips, he thrusts them in. “Are you hungry, Darrel?”

Fuck. I hated this. Hated this humiliation. Why on earth do I even have to give in again?

Then, I felt a sharp metallic weapon hit my neck. It was Aiden's pocket knife—and a reminder of why I was giving in to his shit.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, Darrel,” Aiden growls. “Or rather bark if necessary.”

Tightening my fist hard against the ground, I barked. “Woof woof.”

A slow smile spread across Aiden's face, “Good boy. Like I asked earlier, are you hungry?”

“Woof.”

“Before you have pizza, why don't you do something that makes me happy?”

My eyes widened with horror. I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking.

“Oh, relax, Darrel,” Aiden chuckles, leaning back against the chair as his hands slowly begin to unbuckle his belt. “It's just a blow job.”

Just a blow job? I've never given a guy a blow job before!!

The fact that he was going to be my first made my insides churn with disgust.

Sliding his jeans down the length of his leg, Aiden tossed them aside randomly across the room. Then, he took off his briefs as his erect cock sprang up, smacking me hard in the face.

“Suck it, Darrel,” he commands in a rough tone. “And suck it hard.”

Looking at his cock irritated me. Not only that, I wondered how on earth that gigantic cock of his was supposed to fit in my mouth.

It was sure to rip.

Aiden tsks, probably annoyed with my irritation. “What are you waiting for?”

“I-I've never done this before.”

That fucker blushed. His face actually turned red.

Chuckling nervously, he said, “Oh, that's right. I forgot you've only ever been with women. This means I'm your first. Don't worry, I'll teach you.”

“Take it in your hands,” he ordered. “My cock. Grab it with both hands.”

I followed his orders. Reaching out for his cock, I grabbed it with both hands.

He let out a satisfying moan. “Good. Your hands feel so good I swear I could cum already—but I won't. It's your first time, so let's make this session last a little bit longer, shall we?”

No. I need you to cum already, you crazy fuck. That's the only way to get this over with quickly.

Sticking out my tongue, I traced it over the head of Aiden's cock. Then, slowly sucked down his entire length.

I took him in deep—until I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

Fuck. I'm really going to throw up. Was I doing this right? If I was, why on earth had Aiden been quiet?

Glancing up at him from the corner of my eye to see Aiden's reaction, I tensed as I noticed him looking down at me with a dark, unreadable expression in his eyes.

Removing my mouth from his cock, I asked, “Am I doing it wrong—”

Aiden cut me off by grabbing my hair and thrusting his cock deeper into my throat. Each thrust harder and faster than the last.

I could feel his balls slapping against my lower lips. It was suffocating.

My grip on his thigh tightened. I needed to breathe. Fuck, I was definitely going to pass out, but he didn't seem to care.

“I'm almost there, baby,” he growled. “Just a bit more.”

Soon, I felt it. His warm cum spurted into my mouth. Once he'd pulled out, I coughed it all out.

“Stand, Darrel,” he commanded.

Like a puppet, I rose to my feet.

“Sit down.”

Again, I obeyed, plopping down onto the chair right across from him.

Aiden opened up the pizza box. “Eat.”

Reaching out for a pizza slice, I munched on it.

“How does the pizza taste?” he asked. “Like my cum?”

I choked on the pizza slice in my mouth. Aiden pushed a glass of water toward me.

“Here.”

Whisking the glass up, I gulped down the water.

“I've done everything you wanted, Aiden,” I said. “When are you going to let me go home?”

Leaning back against the chair, a slow smirk spread across his face. “Who said anything about letting you go, doc?”