LOGIN3 ASHER POV
I fling aside Elliott's hand to grab a fistful of Remington's hair. Pushing until I reach the base of his throat and he chokes. Nails digging into my thighs which only intensifies the pleasure mounting up.
My nipples grow taut, current spreading through my chest while my body craves more. I slap his face twice and he groans, his mouth closing up on my cock as he stands up straighter
"Take my dick like a whore "
"Wow" "That's hot" I tune out the people's
exclamation the moment Remington's tongue lick the base of my cock up to the tip
"Yes... Yess. Fucking take it"
I stand on my tip toes and push his head further deep till I shudder.
If I hadn't been sucked by a guy as dare, I'd have thought this feels good because it's not a chick's mouth.
But fucking fuck me to Pluto. I've never felt this good from being sucked. Not even from gripping tits and pounding into a pussy.
Remington scratch his nails down my thigh, slapping.
"So.fucking.greedy" The words break out breathy.
And oh fuck. Reming fucking ton grab my balls, tightens his hold on me as he finally fucking suck me
My head floods with heat. Body nerves rise up .
I come out, and push back into him. This time, his mouth open wide, teeth grazing slightly and he squeezes my balls again.
Beast. I flutter my eyes open and I slap his face, again. He closes his mouth on my cock with a deep groan, sputum flowing down my cock.
"So fucking beautiful" The words slip and his tongue plays with the tip of my cock while his grip tighten on my balls.
I throw my head back, legs shaking.
I'm fucking close.. I bop his head fast, thrusting myself into him as deep I can go until the waves hit.
"FUUUUUCK" I close his face on my cock, gripping his hair without letting go, can't let go.
His nails scratch my thighs,and his groans fill my ears.
Either in pleasure or pain, I can't fucking tell as I spill into his mouth with a loud and satisfying grunt.
"Don't fuckingspill out" I say with heavy breath and he gulps.
I come out from him, making sure my cock slide against the roof of his mouth.
Little spill out by the side of his mouth.
I grip his chin to open his mouth slightly, seeing my cum sitting down his throat, I spit into him before letting go.
"Good fucking fuck" I rumble, as my breathing ease out and I close his mouth.
My balls remain thick and tight, I look at his face and fist my cock faster till the pleasure hit again.
Positioning his face, I spill all over it with a nerve fucking calming grunt.
Watching my cum drip down to his chest.
Slowly, my body calms
Nerves relax and vision becomes clear to see multiple mouths open and faces filled with whatever I can't tell but I sure as hell hate that they'll have a video of the best fucking orgasm of my life
I let Remington go and tuck back in my cock,gaze still on Remington. He looks so fucking gorgeous with my cum all over his face and chest. Some spilling from his mouth down to his chin.
"Fuck"
My gaze catch his pant..
Well, fuck me. It's wet
I bend down at him, my knees sitting on his thighs, our faces just inches apart. He looks up at me: Ash. This is my first time looking straight at my doll. I never knew his eyes color is ash.
I lay my palm on his thigh and he flinches.
Well, let's see how it goes. I grab his cock through his pant. His eyes widen, and I watch darkness cover the little light in his eye. I squeeze tighter, feeling his cock thicken on my palm
"Look what we have here"
A vein show up on his neck and I squeeze more, enjoying the way his cock pulse on my palm. He closes his eyes
"Eyes on me" I watch his eyes flutter open, his cum smearing my palm through his pant.
Well... Never knew he's gay
I squeeze tighter and he moans.
Soft fucking moan! I move closer to his ear
"I don't fuck guys but I'll make a fucking exception for you"
As if realizing, he flings my hand away. I don't budge, I squeeze his balls with my other hand and his body fucking shakes.
Like a damn fucking spasm.
"Tell me.. " he looks at me, breathing loud and heavy
"Are you gay" he rolls his eyes
"or you're just turned on by me?" Pleasure course through me as I watch his eyes widen. With force, he punches my face. It is so sudden I fall down then he race out.
"Get him!" someone yells
"Let him leave" I order and the movement stop.
Finally, I stand up and look around. Phones still out. Even Vlad, Caden and Elliott are looking with a hint of surprise
"What?'"
"What?!" Vlad snarls back aloud
"That was pornstation worthy! "Elliott replies. I roll my eyes and walk past them back to my seat mind thoroughly hating they have a clip of that.
"Every phones in front of me" Flashlights go off and soft murmurs ripple. I catch some try pocketing their phone
"Now!" I roar and they all move. Dropping their phones on the table. I pick up a Remy martins bottle and break one, then two.
Their gasps fills the air. I continue hitting the phones till all are broken and I'm fully satisfied.
"If I see that video anywhere" I topple down the table holding the phones as I speak
"The consequences will reach your parents career and your future"
My team stare at me with open mouth. I owe no one an apology but if I stay here longer, Elliot of all people will point out the insanity in my action
So I grab Caden's phone and forward the clip to my W******p then head out. It's not the first time we had a voyeur. Definitely won't be the last, but the thought of anyone seeing how good he looked. Of my cum on his face. Watching us again and again at their whim doesn't sit well with me
ASHER POVElliott is in my room when I get back. His hand is in his pocket, the other twirling around a mini toy puck, leaning against the door, staring at me—which is his definition of pacing."You look disastrous.""But I still look better than you," I reply, and he leans away from the door. Dipping both hands and the toy puck into his pocket, he takes a measured step to me... then to the President Obama picture that sits on my dresser by my bed."You remember when your brother came out gay." Go, Elliott. The bastard already figured me out, or something, and he won't stop."Don't remind me," I grind out, resting my back on my bed as I stare at the ceiling."Sometimes I think that's life's way of telling your mom 'fuck you,'" he says, the bed dipping to show he is sitting right by my side."How so?""If there is any misandrist that I know of, then it's your mom." I chuckle, folding both hands beneath my head."And life decided to give her two sons," I say, a floating weight settling
ASHER POV“What’s going on with you, Asher?”“What did I say is going on with me, Elliott?.”“You’ve been raging non-stop. Losing awareness of your surroundings. This is the second punching bag you’ve gone through because you split the last one open.”I throw a right hook into the center of the bag. The chain rattles against the ceiling mount.“I’m working out. In case that wasn’t obvious enough.”“You’re zoning out,” he says. “There’s a difference.”“Some of us think when we train, Elliott.”“Right.” He steps back.My hands stop mid-swing.Every hair on my body rises. My throat closes up. My pulse goes from controlled to something I refuse to name and my length does what it’s been doing all morning at the worst possible intervals.I turn around.Remington standing at the entrance to the indoor practice rink in his gear, helmet under his arm, looking exactly like he always looks — unhurried, impossible, taking up the right amount of space in every room he enters.“Hi,” he says.Two l
ASHER POV The cold air of the private Venom rink is the only thing keeping the fever in my blood from boiling over. I glide across the surface, the hollow ring of my skates echoing off the ICE RINK rafters. I pull my phone from my glove and send the DM. ASHER:Private wing. Now. Don't be late, scholarship. I toss the phone onto the bench and pick up my stick. My mind is a jagged mess of glass and static. I can still feel the ghost of the cuffs biting into my wrists from last night, the humiliating weight of his cock , and the way the "Ghost" moved over me. I came so hard I thought my heart would stop—an explosive, shameful betrayal of my own body. I’m being hunted in my own bedroom, threatened with a camera clip, and I can’t tell a soul. Not my mother. Certainly not Elliott. To admit I was taken like that is to admit I am no longer the King. Not when I have proof I like it. My dick jerks again and rag fill me "Betrayer" I murmur "I did nothing wrong" avoice sound And The h
"Good boy." I coo. Placing the cool lube into his ass crack, massaging it in with my index finger. His head whips back. "Telling me thank you?".I apply the lube to my index finger again and massage it past his entrance. Our eyes meet through the steam. His are wide and deep. Hungry and surprised. I twist my fingers past the entrance. My body is on fire at the tightness."Ready?"I push two fingers inside his ass."Fuuuuuuck." He grunts through the tape, a muffled, whimpering sound. His back arches, his legs raised, and his knees dug into the bed as he tries to adjust to the intrusion."Such fine ass, sucking in my fingers." I said, turning my fingers gently in him. "Your hole takes my fat fingers so well, I'll add another." He shakes his head, pushing up. I grab his hip and pull him onto my dick, raising his legs to hook around my waist, giving me full access."You're my good boy, and I'll treat you well."He grinds against my length in reply, an involuntary reflex, I knew, becau
Asher slapped my ass, and the effect is shocking. I cum hard and once. Still in his mouth, my dick limp now and my body sated. I take three deep breaths before taking my hands off the wall. He tries pushing me away."Not so soon, President," I reply, stroking his eyebrows with my thumb. He gulps. "We needed a deal."He blinks. I bend low to touch his nipple, pushing my cock deeper inside his mouth. I pinch it hard. He squeals on the bed."Don't get me hard now," I warn jokingly. "The deal is you'll keep quiet when I come out of your mouth." He rolls his eyes and I slip my cockout of his mouth a bit, then thrust back in with force. I brace my hand againstghe wall andhis head hit my palm. Quite the saving before he spills his brain. His eyes lift up at me, hands scratching me while I chuckle. "As I was threatening... you'll remain still and not make a noise. Unless you want 'mom dearest,' the soldiers downstairs, and your sibling to come in and see your bed full of your cum."His
The moment Asher’s eyes lock onto mine, a roar builds in his throat—a sound that would bring the Secret Service crashing through the doors in seconds. I don't give him the chance. My hand shoots out, grabbing a discarded silk tie from his nightstand and shoving it into his mouth to muffle the sound.He thrashes, his strength returning in a desperate surge, but I’m already pushing my cock into his mouth to cut of his noiss"You like my cock in your miuth" I question and he closes his mouth on me and raise his head up... I watch his eyes narrow"Fuck!!" the fucker bites me, scratching back of my legs with his nails"You like to play dirty president?" he stops and blink. Eyes wide in surprise"Yes. I know you'll be a president in ten or thirty years to come" I grunt and push my cock deeper inside till I reach his throat."Hmmmmm" a deep grunt escape from him.. Tip of his tongue wrapping around the base of my cock.. For a second."And I'm taking the honour of fucking a president" he licks







