DASHIELL
I whimpered around the head of his cock, tears streaming, throat raw and burning. My own cock was painfully hard, leaking into my pants from the sheer overwhelming mix of fear and unwanted arousal.
Alexander noticed, of course.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Look at you. Hard again just from choking on me. My sweet little husband… you really were made for this."
He pushed back in, slower this time but just as deep, savoring every gag and flutter of my throat.
"Keep those pretty eyes on me," he ordered calmly. "I want to watch you cry while I use you."
And I did.
I kept my teary eyes locked on his cold, gleeful black ones as he fucked my face with deep, measured strokes spit dripping everywhere, throat convulsing, body trembling.
He was completely in control.
And I was completely at his mercy.
He tightened his fist in my hair until the pain made my scalp burn, then started thrusting harder, faster, using my throat like a toy. The wet, filthy *gluk-gluk-gluk* sounds grew louder, more obscene, as thick strings of spit poured from the corners of my mouth and ran down my neck in messy rivers.
"Such a noisy little throat," he said conversationally, voice perfectly steady even as he slammed deeper. "Listen to it. You're making a mess all over yourself. Pathetic."
I gagged hard around him, my body jerking, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. My hands scrabbled weakly at his thighs, but he didn't care. He just kept fucking my face with ruthless precision, hips snapping forward, forcing his thick cock all the way down until my nose pressed against his pelvis.
"Eyes up," he commanded flatly.
I forced my watery gaze back to his face. His black eyes were bright with dark amusement, that manic little smirk still playing on his lips.
"Good boy," he murmured, almost bored. "Keep looking at me while I ruin you. I like watching the panic in your eyes when you realize you can't breathe."
He held himself deep for several long seconds, cutting off my air completely. My throat convulsed wildly around him. Black spots danced in my vision. Just when I thought I would pass out, he pulled back enough for me to suck in a desperate, wheezing breath.
Strings of spit connected my swollen, ruined lips to his glistening cock.
I coughed harshly, voice completely destroyed. "P-please… Alexander… enough…"
He tapped the heavy, slick head of his cock against my tongue again, smearing more spit across my lips.
"Enough?" he repeated, sounding mildly entertained. "You offered to make me feel better, remember? I'm still feeling perfectly fine. In fact, I'm enjoying myself quite a bit. Your throat is warm, tight, and it flutters so nicely when you panic. Why would I stop now?"
I tried to shake my head, but his grip in my hair kept me pinned. "I… I can't… breathe…"
"You can," he said coldly, pushing the head back between my lips. "You're doing it right now. Breathe when I let you. Choke when I don't. Simple."
He thrust deep again, resuming those brutal, rhythmic strokes. The *gluk-gluk-gluk* sounds echoed wetly in the room as more spit dribbled down my chin and neck, soaking my shirt.
"Look at the mess you're making," he commented, almost lazily. "Drooling all over yourself like a desperate little slut. And your cock is still hard. How fascinating. You really do like being used, don't you, little anomaly?"
I whimpered around his cock, the vibration making him hum in approval.
He fucked my face harder, hips snapping, using my throat with single-minded focus. Every deep thrust made my eyes water more, every pull back left me gasping and coughing.
When he finally pulled out again, I was a wreck, face flushed and tear-streaked, lips swollen and shiny with spit, chin and neck dripping.
Alexander looked down at me with that same cold, unfeeling smirk.
"Beautiful," he said flatly. "You look much better like this, ruined and crying on my cock."
He tapped his slick length against my cheek once more.
"Open wide again. I'm not finished yet."
I could only obey, lips parting shakily as he slid back in, resuming the deep, merciless rhythm.
He was going to use me until he was satisfied.
And there was nothing I could do but take it.
Minutes blurred together in a haze of tears, spit, and the constant wet sounds filling the room. My throat was on fire. My jaw ached. Every brutal thrust forced more saliva to spill down my chin and neck, soaking my shirt until it clung to my skin. I was a complete mess, crying, gagging, drooling uncontrollably while Alexander remained perfectly calm, his breathing steady, his grip in my hair firm.
I knew I couldn't last much longer like this. My lungs burned. My vision kept blurring at the edges. If he didn't finish soon, I really might pass out from lack of air.
Desperate, I did the only thing I could think of.
I hollowed my cheeks and started sucking harder, tongue pressing desperately against the underside of his cock, trying to milk him, trying to make him cum so this would finally end.
The change was immediate.
Alexander's hips stuttered for half a second. Then something dark and feral flashed in his eyes.
He snapped.
His grip in my hair turned punishing, yanking my head forward as he slammed into my throat with sudden, savage force. No more measured strokes, this was raw, brutal, animalistic.
"Greedy little slut," he growled, voice still eerily calm even as he started fucking my face like he wanted to break it. "You want my cum that badly? Then take it."
He drove deep, over and over, using my throat like a toy. The sounds turned wetter, messier, almost violent. Spit flew everywhere. My throat convulsed wildly around him as he forced himself impossibly deeper.
Tears poured down my face. I choked and gagged, but he didn't stop. He held my head in place with both hands now, hips snapping forward with terrifying strength.
With a low, guttural grunt, the only sound he made Alexander finally came.
He buried himself to the hilt and spilled straight down my throat, hot and thick. I choked violently as he flooded me, some of it forcing its way back up when he suddenly pulled out.
Thick ropes of cum painted my face streaking across my cheeks, my swollen lips, my closed eyelids, mixing with my tears and the mess of spit already there.
I gasped for air, coughing and wheezing, completely wrecked.
When I finally managed to look up at him through blurry eyes, I froze.
Alexander was staring down at me with an expression I had never seen before.
His eyes were dark, wild, and filled with pure, unfiltered possession. There was a manic, almost feral satisfaction in his gaze as he took in the sight of my face covered in his cum, tears, and drool. He looked like a predator who had just marked his prey and was immensely pleased with the result.
"Fuck," he murmured, voice low and rough. "Look at you. My pretty little husband painted in my cum like a used whore."
I stared up at him, still trying to catch my breath, voice completely destroyed. "You… you look… crazy right now."
Alexander's lips curved into that slow, dangerous smile again. He reached down and smeared a thumb through the cum on my cheek, spreading it messily across my skin like he was admiring his work.
"Crazy?" He tilted his head, still towering over me. "No, little anomaly. This is just me being honest."
He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, pushing some of the cum into my mouth.
"Suck," he ordered calmly.
I obeyed weakly, too exhausted to do anything else.
He watched me for a long moment, that dark, satisfied gleam still in his eyes.
"I like seeing you ruined. I like knowing I did this to you. And I like that you let me." His eyes darkened even more. "You look perfect like this. Covered. Claimed. Mine."
I swallowed hard, tasting him, my face burning with embarrassment and something far more dangerous.
"Alexander…" I rasped weakly.
He leaned down, still gripping my hair, and pressed a soft, almost tender kiss to my cum-streaked forehead, the gesture completely at odds with the manic look in his eyes.
"Shh. Don't talk. You sound like you've been gargling glass."
He straightened again, staring at my wrecked, cum-covered face with that same possessive, psychopathic satisfaction.
"Stay right there. I'm not done looking at you yet."