This probably ain't the best time for you to be callin' on Him, Eugene.
[Merriell grew up religious as well, of course, but he was blessed with a strong enough sense of self that he easily gave the church two middle fingers once he got old enough to realize how many ways it didn't and wouldn't accept him. A combination of factors here made him feel like Eugene probably had a better relationship with the man upstairs, but one involving some compromises.
He reeked of Down Home Southern Goodness, after all, and that meant he had to be God-fearing. If it made this more of a thrill for Merriell, he wasn't saying as much, but he also knew how severely off-colour the joke was full well.]
Use it. You know how to use your damn dick, don't you, it ain't just there to piss through. [Sometimes it was a bit spooky how level and unaffected Merriell's voice could remain while he fired off statements like that, ones which should've dripped with mockery or disdain but packed twice the punch in his deep, almost bored monotone.] I know I'm gonna fuck you, but this is startin' to feel like a dick that'd fit real nice down my throat too. Think you could last through both?
[Eugene didn't respond to the statement about God. He couldn't. There was nothing he could say. Would God forgive him for this? He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure he wanted forgiveness yet. It all felt far too good to ask for it yet either. He'd have to stop if that were the case and he had to admit that he didn't want Merriell to stop.
The way Merriell continued speaking was an oddity. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made the words burr at him so deeply. He closed his eyes, if he wanted to he could say that he wasn't into this, he was being strong armed but that would have been a lie and God would have known it. He could have stopped all of this by simply saying 'no' instead he was full of yes, not just yes but yessirs.
While he'd never been with a man before, never felt a man's touch before now or one's mouth he'd certainly had enough of his own hand, perhaps too much if he were being honest. And if nothing else his pride only allowed for one answer.]
Yessir. [The images of the other fucking him were as vivid as the idea of burying his cock in that mouth that spoke such vulgar things. He'd had a taste of how both could feel like from Merriell already, hints at it.]
[The ability to sound unaffected was an extremely valuable gift. Even when he didn't have just the right words, good enough words delivered in his tone were usually enough to crawl right up under people's skin.
He didn't exactly need to try too hard with Eugene now, though. Now that the defenses were down, he could feel Eugene melting into every single thing he did and said. Merriell had been right about him, but he also had much more to offer than anyone could've imagined, or at least he'd say he did.
And Merriell felt like he'd do anything he could to keep his word or at least keep from disappointing, so there was no potential for a bad outcome.]
Come on. [He pulled away from Eugene's body with no warning or preamble, yanking hard on the tie and using it to drag him back to his desk. Once they got there, he shoved Eugene back against it so hard it nearly qualified as a throw, then dropped to his knees (the pressure on Eugene's neck finally relaxing now that Merriell felt he was completely in thrall) and made swift work of Eugene's slacks and underwear. Merriell's hands slid around his body and cupped his ass, bringing his hips forward to receive open-mouthed kisses all over his inner thighs and hipbones.
This all happened very, very fast. Almost too fast to process. And that was very much by design, like everything else.]
[When Merriell's body was suddenly gone it was an empty sensation of loss that Eugene didn't know how to explain. But he didn't have time to think about it, not when the tie was yanked on, near painful to get him moving. He wouldn't be surprised if he ended up with some bruising. He was ashamed of the hot twist that made in his stomach. Fuck. He was Satan's property now it seemed, utterly.
Eugene felt disgusted with himself as he fell back into the chair hard, manhandled by Merriell before he saw him drop to his knees. The pressure subsided he reached up to press his finger against his throat, between the tie and his skin, rubbing the skin for mere moments before dropping it away.
He didn't protest as he was stripped down, exposed to Merriell but he couldn't look at him either, staring to the side and his jaw clenched. He wanted it but he was humiliated too made fresh by the exposure that had come so quickly but he'd already submitted so that mattered little but even with that he still managed to have more shame.
The pleasure, though, Eugene hardly knew what to do as the other's hands cupped his ass. A new sensation but one that held an echo of something familiar as kisses pressed over his thighs and his hips his hard length now fully erect aching for attention that he'd denied it for so long.]
Please sir... [His pride taking another beating though he still refused to look down and witness the source of his shame.]
[Little things Eugene did seemed to give Merriell a strange, almost innocent sort of glee. Tiny gestures that proved another crack had opened up in Eugene's defenses, which should have made him wickedly happy, but instead left him with a stupid, beaming grin. Just like when when Eugene had accidentally thanked him. Now he'd started to beg of his own accord, and Merriell once again felt like he could burst into giggles.]
You're such a good boy, Eugene. [Something close to affection was rising in him, and that was all wrong for the situation as well as being straight out of nowhere; he'd stalked Eugene like a predator, not mooned around after him in a lovesick haze. Where was this coming from?
The best way not to think about it was to occupy himself, and he did have a task in front of him. Mindful of the fact that he wanted Eugene to last, he neither teased him nor took him in all at once for the shock factor, instead opening his mouth around Eugene's cock to begin what would probably prove to be a very average blow job. He had his own pride that stung for it, yes - especially after being begged - but it was for the long game.]
[That should have been a blow to his pride, being called a good boy like one would a dog after being led around by the leash of his tie but he couldn't take offense. It made him feel warm again, pleased. He couldn't help but look at Merriell then, taking in the expression on his face which seemed odd and out of place.
But maybe that was just because his face was so... was so what? Eugene couldn't think of a proper word to describe it.]
Oh G-... Sir. [Even as he was in the midst of getting his very first blow job he some how remembered that this was no place for Him, this was a place for Sir, for Mr. Shelton alone. And being that he had no experience he had no way of knowing this was an average blow job. All he knew was the warm heat that took him in, his hips wanting to push up further into that mouth.
One hand reached out unbidden to grip the other's hair, anchoring himself and trying not to moan too loudly, biting his lip hard enough to nearly open it.]
[This was Eugene's last chance for control of the situation, whether he realized that or not. Even that level of control would prove to be minute, but giving was as powerful as withholding sometimes, and Merriell liked to give everything with his blow jobs. Suck any last objections right out of people, as it were.
So when he felt even the slightest twitch in someone's legs, he'd immediately coax them to give in, and he did the same with Eugene - gripping his ass even harder, he urged his boss to meet him halfway with thrusts that would push his cock right to the back of Merriell's throat. The tug on his hair got a shameless little moan out of him, the vibration traveling along the entire surface of Eugene's cock when he had him that deep.
Meanwhile, his eyes were rolled up to watch Eugene the entire time, never breaking focus. It didn't matter how hard Eugene thrust into his mouth, how low his own head dipped, he'd keep watching.]
[Eugene kept biting his lip, harder when he felt the moan vibrating throughout his cock. His hand twisted in Merriell's hair at that, head pressed back as he tried tasted blood on his tongue from where his teeth had split his lip. Fuck.
Merriell's hands gripping at his ass wasn't lost on him, the sensation that went straight to his cock as well wasn't lost in the more overwhelming pleasure of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into that wicked mouth, sucking on his bottom lip as he did and still desperate not to make any sounds.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't supposed to come, the white heat so close and that pinnacle of pleasure was some deep thrusts away but he tugged at Merriell's hair trying to pull him off his cock when he couldn't verbalize that he wouldn't last. Or refused to.]
[Well. He really was a good boy, stopping Merriell from getting him off when he got distracted by the show and didn't feel the signs of it coming on. He sat back on his haunches and tilted his head up at Eugene as they both caught their breath, content to watch him struggle with his arousal for a second or two until he noticed the bloody spot on his lip.
That got him up in a hurry, leaning right in close as he was so fond of doing, and he pressed the pad of his thumb against the split in Eugene's lip just a bit too hard. When he pulled it away and the cut welled with fresh blood, he closed the distance between their faces and took Eugene's whole lower lip into his mouth, soothing the spot with his tongue.]
[Eugene had let go of his lip when the other pulled away from him. All he wanted was to drag that delicious mouth to his cock, finish what'd been started. He'd never felt anything like that before but he'd said he could take both and he would. His pride wouldn't let him give into it even if he had a feeling Merriell would take some satisfaction in it.
His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
[Whatever he'd turned into, it was even fucking sexier than Merriell had known was possible when he'd planned this day. Yes, it was playing out somewhat like he expected, but only in that he'd known he would have Mr. Sledge - Eugene - one way or another.
It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
[Eugene hadn't expected his day to go like this. He hadn't expected the moment that Merriell started coming onto him that he would end up so desperate for it, humiliated and thoroughly at Merriell's mercy -- but loving every moment of it. His body craving it, craving Merriell in a way that seemed to defy logic and certainly his sense of morality.
The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
You sound scared, Eugene. [The smile audible in his voice when he spoke, Merriell slowly eased up on the tie before letting it go completely; his pressure on Eugene's back was better for keeping the man in place, and he had need of his other hand now.] I ain't gonna hurt you too bad. But I bet you ain't never done this part before, neither, have you?
[He tore the packet of lube open with his teeth and covered his index and middle fingers with a generous amount, then slipped the tip of his middle finger into the cleft of Eugene's ass and pressed it right against his entrance.]
Maybe you knew enough to figure this was how it'd go. Didja? I can't decide if you'd do all kindsa research or get down on your knees and beg forgiveness just for thinkin' 'bout it. Not that there ain't room for both when you and God don't see eye to eye. [He pushed just a bit harder, opening the ring of muscle but not sliding his finger right inside yet.] Listen to me, I lost the point completely. Point is, you the one gonna decide if this part hurts or not. Trust me on that. You don't want it to hurt, then don't clench up. Got it?
[Eugene took a deeper breath when the tie was eased and then completely released and no longer pressing against his windpipe. He knew he was certainly going to have a bruise there. It wouldn't be the only one, his cheek was throbbing where he'd been slammed down against the desk too.
His eyes closed as the other spoke and he knew there was only one part he could really be talking about although he'd never done any part of this.] I've never done any of this, Sir.
[He tensed his body jerking away instinctively when he felt his finger against his entrance. Merriell's hand kept him firmly in place and maybe he could have gotten out of it if he'd tried, he wasn't an unskilled fighter by any means but he didn't try. His words felt far too personal, like he knew him at least as well as he knew himself. He pressed his lips together focusing in on the pain as he did, not the way his thighs trembled or that ring of muscle quivered slightly. His length was achingly hard and he knew he wanted it even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.]
Sir... [But there was no plea he could think of that would even begin to sway Merriell. He obviously had no regard for what was right by God or society.]
[It wasn't like Merriell hadn't struggled with who and what he was when he'd first realized it; he knew that experience plenty well, but from both sides, since he'd manage to find a place of freedom where none of those outside judgments mattered anymore. He had his own moral code, much as Eugene might have been surprised to hear that, and it kept him in line as much as he needed.
Where did this fit into the code? Well... this was an extreme circumstance.]
What's that, Eugene? You got somethin' to say?
[He only stopped because he could feel how violently Eugene was shaking, could hear a slightly shrill note in his voice. The whole point of doing this was that Eugene wanted it, all of it - Merriell wasn't here to force sex on anyone, just create the perfect illusion of being forced for his beautiful boss, who wouldn't allow himself this unless he could convince himself it had been taken from him.
So. That being the case, he wanted to make absolutely sure he hadn't misread the situation when it came to this final step.]
Yes or no? [He could've just been trying to prod an answer to his question out of Eugene, but his tone didn't suggest that: it was softer, more careful, with a serious weight behind the words. No really would mean no if Eugene chose to say it.]
[Eugene didn't say anything to the first questions. He still couldn't think of anything. He didn't want him to stop. Not really. But his misguided sense of what was right and wrong was being battled each step of the way with Merriell. It was hard to just ignore it and all of the self loathing he'd felt for years as brimming to the surface but he didn't dare let that show, not in front of this man.
The next question was softer and Eugene knew what it meant. He knew he should say no and let this be done with, go back to being a good man and pretend this never happened that he'd never felt the pleasure of Merriell's mouth or that desire that'd been stirred. He didn't want to say no. Not to Merriell. It felt too right even though he knew it was wrong.]
Yes. [Eugene answered, closing his eyes. He'd had his way out and he'd chosen to sin instead. Everyone he cared about would be ashamed of him for this weakness if they ever knew.]
[Something heavier than desire blanketed the air around them when Eugene finally answered, and Merriell wasn't sure if it was new, or if he was only feeling it just now. Either way, he was now very much aware of the struggle within Eugene, the one he certainly hadn't created but had awakened and forced him to face in a way that some might call cruel.
He had his motives. This new awareness wasn't guilt by any stretch of the imagination. The sensation that came with it was definitely weight, though, and it wasn't all that pleasant.
Pursing his lips with annoyance, he shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on preparing Eugene carefully but quickly, before that suffocating awareness could choke all the desire out of the room. One finger and then another, stretching him from within, his breath audibly labored with the effort needed to keep himself from fucking Eugene as he was. He'd be tight enough to hurt both of them right now but Merriell was just horny enough not to mind the notion.]
Y'alright down there? [He couldn't make it sound as mocking as he'd intended.] I mean it. You stay loose and this'll feel a lot better.
[Eugene closed his eyes as he felt the other's finger pressing inside of him, knowing that his muscles were still more tense than they should be but he was tense. It was hard to relax and accept it when his mind was racing on how wrong it was and all the reprocussions for this. He'd abstained for so long and all it'd taken was someone pushing him like this so directly, allowing the illusion for him that he had no control and he'd give in and submit.
He bit down on his lip, hardly caring that it was already split open and doing so would just make it worse, it gave him something to ground himself with to keep from panicking over what he was doing, what he wanted. Because he did want this, he wanted Merriell, he'd wanted him from the first moment he saw him. But he'd never intended to ever have him.]
Yes, sir. [he answered, a shuddered breath following. Maybe it was good that he couldn't quite relax, maybe if it didn't feel so good then this transgression wouldn't be so unforgivable. That was fool's logic and Eugene knew it but he couldn't help but leave the idea to mull over in his mind. The fingers didn't hurt really, discomfort, pressure, a little bit of a sting but no worse than the pain he was inflicting on himself by biting his lip.]
[He wasn't relaxing much at all, but Merriell couldn't keep this up forever. When he thought he'd done what he could, all that he could, he pulled his fingers free and got the condom open with his teeth and that one hand. It was impressive how much he could do one-handed, actually, considering how slick it now was, but there were a lot of explanations for such dexterity. Not all of them had to involve having done something exactly like this before.
Once the condom was on and he'd slicked up his length as well, he positioned himself at Eugene's entrance, then took advantage of having both hands free to reach around and grab Eugene's cock. Three things happened almost exactly at once, creating a blur of sensation for Eugene that would probably make the discomfort difficult to single out: Merriell slid the hand on Eugene's back almost tenderly up his neck to the side and back of his head to pin him down from there instead, started to stroke Eugene's cock with his still-lubed hand, and pushed inside him.]
Oh fuck, Sledge - [He'd never called his boss that before. Eugene and Mr. Sledge, yes, but never just Sledge. It came out almost pained, a shudder moving outward from that point of contact through his whole body like ripples on a pond.] You're - so fuckin' tight, you gotta let go -
[Eugene knew what was about to happen and he wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting but there was suddenly an overload of sensation for him to attempt to process, the other's hand sliding upward, pinning his head down and leaving an aftermath of warmth where he'd touched. Pleasure erupted where the other's hand had found his still hard cock, stroking him even as he felt the pressure of Merriell pressing against his entrance until he slid in.
There was a groan, and he couldn't have even been sure what kind it was with the mix of feelings, pain, pleasure, discomfort, excitement far too many to pin point into one direction even.]
You say that like it's so easy... [Eugene whispered and he wasn't sure if he was talking about just how tight his muscles were or the bigger picture.]
[The reminder didn't sound as arrogant as it could have, and probably would have earlier. He didn't honestly care if Eugene called him "sir" anymore, except that his boss's nerves were clearly fraying and he didn't want them giving out yet. Pleasure would do some of the work, but if he kept the structure of their little scene in mind and once again gave up the control Merriell had briefly handed to him in a misguided moment of softness, this would be easier on him.
Merriell hadn't meant for any of this to be so hard on him. Clearly he'd misjudged just how deep Mr. Sledge's aversion to his own nature ran, and how much he fought against it, simply because his attraction had so easily risen to the surface whenever he was in Merriell's presence.
But he couldn't think about that now. Even if things were finally going beyond what he'd expected and planned for, he was continuing on. He flexed and relaxed the fingers tangled up in Eugene's hair as he slid in further, more of a reflexive movement than any conscious attempt to soothe him, and kept the other hand stroking even once he was completely inside Eugene and stopping to catch his breath. Now the fingers in his hair started to move in lazy circles, and maybe that was affectionate, but he still didn't realize what he was doing.]
It ain't easy, but it'll be worth it. [No clearer how many layers were intended in his statement.] And you're up to it.
Sir. [Eugene echoed when the other reminded him and he wasn't sure why it was grounding. It should've been humiliating, it was humiliating but he clung to it all the same like it was a lifeline.
He'd spend so much of his life denying himself being with a man, touching another man, kissing much less experiencing one's mouth in other ways and certainly he had never thought that he'd ever let another man fuck him but they were there and Merriell was deep inside of him. Eugene had let that happen, he could argue that he'd been coerced but he'd been given an out more than enough times and he hadn't wanted to take it.
The other's fingers in his hair helped him relax whether that was what they were meaning to do, just a little. Each movement of Merriell's cock threatened to cause him to tense again but the hum of pleasure his body was feeling from being jerked off kept it from being overwhelming. Was Merriell doing that on purpose? He had to be. Why?]
Sir..How did you know I was... [gay? There were words that he'd use to describe himself in the self loathing that he had instead but he settled for that mentally and even so didn't say it out loud.] How do you know I'm up to it or that it'd be worth it?
[Everything that wasn't deliberate about Merriell's movements was still instinctually geared to making this easier, as much as he'd come on like he wanted to fuck Eugene hard and bloody when it all started. Something rougher and more impetuous, or at least less deliberate, would've been the perfect cap on the scene, but only for him. And this wasn't entirely about him.
With Eugene's face still turned to one side so that his head could be pressed hard to the desk's surface, it was possible for him to see Merriell's expression, and Merriell sort of wished that wasn't true; the place where Eugene paused made it all too clear what he'd meant to say, and the readjustment of words didn't help much with how raw the question was. Something more challenging could've been joked off, but not this.]
Your eyes're too honest. [Merriell was actually trying to smile, but his expression ended up strangely apologetic in spite of that, because he knew his response was jut as raw. Not wanting to give up anymore, he finally released his grip on Eugene's head and pulled him up flush against his chest instead, picking up the pace of his thrusts and the steady jerking of his hand. Both hands being occupied, he grabbed the tie and tugged it looser with his teeth so that he could kiss and lick at Eugene's neck, his tongue once again soothing where the skin was chafed.]
[Eugene looked at him from his spot pinned on the desk, there wasn't a lot of movement he could do in this position at least without hurting himself further. He regretted asking the question as soon as it was out but he couldn't look away from Merriell even though it made the fact that he was inside of him even more real.
The answer was... not what'd he'd expected. Any other answer might have been able to be brushed off but his eyes it made it uncomfortably real and honest. He swallowed parting his lips to say something, anything but Merriell didn't really give him much of a chance.
With his head free he didn't have to look at Merriell and wonder about that... whatever it was that he'd seen on his face or whatever it was that it made him feel. He could ignore it, close his eyes as his back pressed against the other's chest.
The thrusts inside of him started to feel good. It was subtle and maybe it was just because the way the other was stroking him was pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm.]
Fuck. [He cursed, biting back a moan when the other's mouth turned it's attention to his neck. Even with all the other sensations the way his tongue felt against the sore skin sent a skittering of pleasure throughout him despite all logic. He couldn't touch him. It's not that his hands were restrained but that he couldn't let go enough to reach up or reach back but god he wanted to but it would be less that this was done to him and more prominent in his mind that he was an active participant -- and he was -- but he could fool himself like this.]
Sir, I'm close. [He whispered, his hips pressing toward the other's hand.]
[Merriell could feel that Eugene was close in the way his hips were jerking back and forth, caught between thrusts and strokes that must have made him feel as though he were trapped in a vise of sensation, so his declaration didn't come as too much of a surprise. For a moment, Merriell entertained the idea of withholding Eugene's orgasm to make the eventual climax even more powerful, but the strange emotional energy that had settled around them made that unwise. This had become much more than a fantasy or an act.
Besides, Merriell was getting close too, certainly close enough that he wouldn't take much longer once he'd experienced the sights and sounds of Eugene coming from his first time with a man. He could've held out under different circumstances, changed his pace or distracted himself to draw it out longer, but - again, he didn't trust Eugene not to crumble in the middle of the act anymore. And that wasn't what he was meant to take from it whatsoever.]
Good. You earned this. [The whisper against Eugene's ear was less seductive this time, more a kind of gentle support.] Go on, Eugene. Show me how good I made you feel.
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Date: 2016-09-15 09:20 am (UTC)[Merriell grew up religious as well, of course, but he was blessed with a strong enough sense of self that he easily gave the church two middle fingers once he got old enough to realize how many ways it didn't and wouldn't accept him. A combination of factors here made him feel like Eugene probably had a better relationship with the man upstairs, but one involving some compromises.
He reeked of Down Home Southern Goodness, after all, and that meant he had to be God-fearing. If it made this more of a thrill for Merriell, he wasn't saying as much, but he also knew how severely off-colour the joke was full well.]
Use it. You know how to use your damn dick, don't you, it ain't just there to piss through. [Sometimes it was a bit spooky how level and unaffected Merriell's voice could remain while he fired off statements like that, ones which should've dripped with mockery or disdain but packed twice the punch in his deep, almost bored monotone.] I know I'm gonna fuck you, but this is startin' to feel like a dick that'd fit real nice down my throat too. Think you could last through both?
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Date: 2016-09-15 09:28 am (UTC)The way Merriell continued speaking was an oddity. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was that made the words burr at him so deeply. He closed his eyes, if he wanted to he could say that he wasn't into this, he was being strong armed but that would have been a lie and God would have known it. He could have stopped all of this by simply saying 'no' instead he was full of yes, not just yes but yessirs.
While he'd never been with a man before, never felt a man's touch before now or one's mouth he'd certainly had enough of his own hand, perhaps too much if he were being honest. And if nothing else his pride only allowed for one answer.]
Yessir. [The images of the other fucking him were as vivid as the idea of burying his cock in that mouth that spoke such vulgar things. He'd had a taste of how both could feel like from Merriell already, hints at it.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:00 am (UTC)He didn't exactly need to try too hard with Eugene now, though. Now that the defenses were down, he could feel Eugene melting into every single thing he did and said. Merriell had been right about him, but he also had much more to offer than anyone could've imagined, or at least he'd say he did.
And Merriell felt like he'd do anything he could to keep his word or at least keep from disappointing, so there was no potential for a bad outcome.]
Come on. [He pulled away from Eugene's body with no warning or preamble, yanking hard on the tie and using it to drag him back to his desk. Once they got there, he shoved Eugene back against it so hard it nearly qualified as a throw, then dropped to his knees (the pressure on Eugene's neck finally relaxing now that Merriell felt he was completely in thrall) and made swift work of Eugene's slacks and underwear. Merriell's hands slid around his body and cupped his ass, bringing his hips forward to receive open-mouthed kisses all over his inner thighs and hipbones.
This all happened very, very fast. Almost too fast to process. And that was very much by design, like everything else.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:12 am (UTC)Eugene felt disgusted with himself as he fell back into the chair hard, manhandled by Merriell before he saw him drop to his knees. The pressure subsided he reached up to press his finger against his throat, between the tie and his skin, rubbing the skin for mere moments before dropping it away.
He didn't protest as he was stripped down, exposed to Merriell but he couldn't look at him either, staring to the side and his jaw clenched. He wanted it but he was humiliated too made fresh by the exposure that had come so quickly but he'd already submitted so that mattered little but even with that he still managed to have more shame.
The pleasure, though, Eugene hardly knew what to do as the other's hands cupped his ass. A new sensation but one that held an echo of something familiar as kisses pressed over his thighs and his hips his hard length now fully erect aching for attention that he'd denied it for so long.]
Please sir... [His pride taking another beating though he still refused to look down and witness the source of his shame.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:39 am (UTC)You're such a good boy, Eugene. [Something close to affection was rising in him, and that was all wrong for the situation as well as being straight out of nowhere; he'd stalked Eugene like a predator, not mooned around after him in a lovesick haze. Where was this coming from?
The best way not to think about it was to occupy himself, and he did have a task in front of him. Mindful of the fact that he wanted Eugene to last, he neither teased him nor took him in all at once for the shock factor, instead opening his mouth around Eugene's cock to begin what would probably prove to be a very average blow job. He had his own pride that stung for it, yes - especially after being begged - but it was for the long game.]
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Date: 2016-09-15 10:57 am (UTC)But maybe that was just because his face was so... was so what? Eugene couldn't think of a proper word to describe it.]
Oh G-... Sir. [Even as he was in the midst of getting his very first blow job he some how remembered that this was no place for Him, this was a place for Sir, for Mr. Shelton alone. And being that he had no experience he had no way of knowing this was an average blow job. All he knew was the warm heat that took him in, his hips wanting to push up further into that mouth.
One hand reached out unbidden to grip the other's hair, anchoring himself and trying not to moan too loudly, biting his lip hard enough to nearly open it.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 03:33 pm (UTC)So when he felt even the slightest twitch in someone's legs, he'd immediately coax them to give in, and he did the same with Eugene - gripping his ass even harder, he urged his boss to meet him halfway with thrusts that would push his cock right to the back of Merriell's throat. The tug on his hair got a shameless little moan out of him, the vibration traveling along the entire surface of Eugene's cock when he had him that deep.
Meanwhile, his eyes were rolled up to watch Eugene the entire time, never breaking focus. It didn't matter how hard Eugene thrust into his mouth, how low his own head dipped, he'd keep watching.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:17 pm (UTC)Merriell's hands gripping at his ass wasn't lost on him, the sensation that went straight to his cock as well wasn't lost in the more overwhelming pleasure of his mouth. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting into that wicked mouth, sucking on his bottom lip as he did and still desperate not to make any sounds.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't supposed to come, the white heat so close and that pinnacle of pleasure was some deep thrusts away but he tugged at Merriell's hair trying to pull him off his cock when he couldn't verbalize that he wouldn't last. Or refused to.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:46 pm (UTC)That got him up in a hurry, leaning right in close as he was so fond of doing, and he pressed the pad of his thumb against the split in Eugene's lip just a bit too hard. When he pulled it away and the cut welled with fresh blood, he closed the distance between their faces and took Eugene's whole lower lip into his mouth, soothing the spot with his tongue.]
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Date: 2016-09-16 07:56 pm (UTC)His eyes followed Merriell as he got in too close again, unsettling Eugene. He winced was the othe'rs thumb pressed against the tender wound. His eyes widened as he started sucking his lip, feeling his tongue against that wound and a strangled moan sounded in his throat. Fingers reached up to grab his arm but what was he trying to do, push him away? Pull him closer? He didn't know anymore.
God his cock was aching for the final attention it needed, leaking between his legs and he was moaning over Merriell sucking his lip. God, what had he turned into?]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:02 am (UTC)It just so happened that he was getting Eugene in all the best ways possible: keyed up, eager, nearly desperate, and absolute putty in his hands.
Merriell broke his focus on Eugene's split lip to kiss him more thoroughly as he pulled something out of his slacks pocket, then quickly shoved them and his underwear to the floor as well. Slammed down on the desk beside Eugene were a single-use packet of lube and a condom, but Merriell left them there for the time being, because he still had something else important to do that would take both hands.
He pulled back, giving Eugene a quick look filled with his own desperate need, then grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around to face the desk. One hand on the back of his head, one on his hip, he bent Eugene in the middle and slammed his face against the surface of the desk more than hard enough to bruise. He was going to come out of here looking like he'd gone several rounds with Merriell in a different way. Then, once he was in position, he moved the hand on Eugene's hip to between his shoulderblades and once again grabbed onto his tie; the way he jerked it both up and toward himself lifted Eugene's head off the desk again and pressed hard against his windpipe.]
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Date: 2016-09-17 03:19 am (UTC)The kiss had done little to calm that torment inside of him, though his lip was throbbing by the time they had stopped kissing though he was sure the bleeding was lessened at least until it was bitten or otherwise irritated again. Which, seeing the items Merriell pulled out and put on the desk and then quickly given the sight of the other man's cock he had a feeling he'd be biting hard soon enough and he couldn't explain why that sent a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck.
He didn't have much time to dwell because Merriell had other plans for him and he was now fully submitted, not resisting when he grabbed him, maneuvering him until he was painfully slammed down against the desk, bent at the middle. A groan escaped him, the pain blossoming from his cheek and he sucked in a harsh breath. It was hardly over for him as he felt the weight of Merriell's hand against the back.
Another sound escaped Eugene, though this was more of a pained cry than a groan as he was jerked roughly by the tie, his head lifted, a strangled sound following as the tie pressed painfully against his throat, not choking him yet but restricting his breathing enough that he worried about it doing more.]
Sir... [His hand reached to try and loosen the tie instinctively. With that going on he didn't even have time to panic about what else was certainly about to happen with a man he barely knew. A man, and he wanted it so badly. Would God ever forgive him? He wasn't sure. Did he even want that forgiveness?]
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Date: 2016-09-18 08:52 pm (UTC)[He tore the packet of lube open with his teeth and covered his index and middle fingers with a generous amount, then slipped the tip of his middle finger into the cleft of Eugene's ass and pressed it right against his entrance.]
Maybe you knew enough to figure this was how it'd go. Didja? I can't decide if you'd do all kindsa research or get down on your knees and beg forgiveness just for thinkin' 'bout it. Not that there ain't room for both when you and God don't see eye to eye. [He pushed just a bit harder, opening the ring of muscle but not sliding his finger right inside yet.] Listen to me, I lost the point completely. Point is, you the one gonna decide if this part hurts or not. Trust me on that. You don't want it to hurt, then don't clench up. Got it?
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:07 pm (UTC)His eyes closed as the other spoke and he knew there was only one part he could really be talking about although he'd never done any part of this.] I've never done any of this, Sir.
[He tensed his body jerking away instinctively when he felt his finger against his entrance. Merriell's hand kept him firmly in place and maybe he could have gotten out of it if he'd tried, he wasn't an unskilled fighter by any means but he didn't try. His words felt far too personal, like he knew him at least as well as he knew himself. He pressed his lips together focusing in on the pain as he did, not the way his thighs trembled or that ring of muscle quivered slightly. His length was achingly hard and he knew he wanted it even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.]
Sir... [But there was no plea he could think of that would even begin to sway Merriell. He obviously had no regard for what was right by God or society.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:21 pm (UTC)Where did this fit into the code? Well... this was an extreme circumstance.]
What's that, Eugene? You got somethin' to say?
[He only stopped because he could feel how violently Eugene was shaking, could hear a slightly shrill note in his voice. The whole point of doing this was that Eugene wanted it, all of it - Merriell wasn't here to force sex on anyone, just create the perfect illusion of being forced for his beautiful boss, who wouldn't allow himself this unless he could convince himself it had been taken from him.
So. That being the case, he wanted to make absolutely sure he hadn't misread the situation when it came to this final step.]
Yes or no? [He could've just been trying to prod an answer to his question out of Eugene, but his tone didn't suggest that: it was softer, more careful, with a serious weight behind the words. No really would mean no if Eugene chose to say it.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 09:43 pm (UTC)The next question was softer and Eugene knew what it meant. He knew he should say no and let this be done with, go back to being a good man and pretend this never happened that he'd never felt the pleasure of Merriell's mouth or that desire that'd been stirred. He didn't want to say no. Not to Merriell. It felt too right even though he knew it was wrong.]
Yes. [Eugene answered, closing his eyes. He'd had his way out and he'd chosen to sin instead. Everyone he cared about would be ashamed of him for this weakness if they ever knew.]
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Date: 2016-09-18 10:07 pm (UTC)He had his motives. This new awareness wasn't guilt by any stretch of the imagination. The sensation that came with it was definitely weight, though, and it wasn't all that pleasant.
Pursing his lips with annoyance, he shrugged off the feeling and concentrated on preparing Eugene carefully but quickly, before that suffocating awareness could choke all the desire out of the room. One finger and then another, stretching him from within, his breath audibly labored with the effort needed to keep himself from fucking Eugene as he was. He'd be tight enough to hurt both of them right now but Merriell was just horny enough not to mind the notion.]
Y'alright down there? [He couldn't make it sound as mocking as he'd intended.] I mean it. You stay loose and this'll feel a lot better.
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Date: 2016-09-18 10:27 pm (UTC)He bit down on his lip, hardly caring that it was already split open and doing so would just make it worse, it gave him something to ground himself with to keep from panicking over what he was doing, what he wanted. Because he did want this, he wanted Merriell, he'd wanted him from the first moment he saw him. But he'd never intended to ever have him.]
Yes, sir. [he answered, a shuddered breath following. Maybe it was good that he couldn't quite relax, maybe if it didn't feel so good then this transgression wouldn't be so unforgivable. That was fool's logic and Eugene knew it but he couldn't help but leave the idea to mull over in his mind. The fingers didn't hurt really, discomfort, pressure, a little bit of a sting but no worse than the pain he was inflicting on himself by biting his lip.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 12:34 am (UTC)Once the condom was on and he'd slicked up his length as well, he positioned himself at Eugene's entrance, then took advantage of having both hands free to reach around and grab Eugene's cock. Three things happened almost exactly at once, creating a blur of sensation for Eugene that would probably make the discomfort difficult to single out: Merriell slid the hand on Eugene's back almost tenderly up his neck to the side and back of his head to pin him down from there instead, started to stroke Eugene's cock with his still-lubed hand, and pushed inside him.]
Oh fuck, Sledge - [He'd never called his boss that before. Eugene and Mr. Sledge, yes, but never just Sledge. It came out almost pained, a shudder moving outward from that point of contact through his whole body like ripples on a pond.] You're - so fuckin' tight, you gotta let go -
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Date: 2016-09-19 12:51 am (UTC)There was a groan, and he couldn't have even been sure what kind it was with the mix of feelings, pain, pleasure, discomfort, excitement far too many to pin point into one direction even.]
You say that like it's so easy... [Eugene whispered and he wasn't sure if he was talking about just how tight his muscles were or the bigger picture.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 01:54 am (UTC)[The reminder didn't sound as arrogant as it could have, and probably would have earlier. He didn't honestly care if Eugene called him "sir" anymore, except that his boss's nerves were clearly fraying and he didn't want them giving out yet. Pleasure would do some of the work, but if he kept the structure of their little scene in mind and once again gave up the control Merriell had briefly handed to him in a misguided moment of softness, this would be easier on him.
Merriell hadn't meant for any of this to be so hard on him. Clearly he'd misjudged just how deep Mr. Sledge's aversion to his own nature ran, and how much he fought against it, simply because his attraction had so easily risen to the surface whenever he was in Merriell's presence.
But he couldn't think about that now. Even if things were finally going beyond what he'd expected and planned for, he was continuing on. He flexed and relaxed the fingers tangled up in Eugene's hair as he slid in further, more of a reflexive movement than any conscious attempt to soothe him, and kept the other hand stroking even once he was completely inside Eugene and stopping to catch his breath. Now the fingers in his hair started to move in lazy circles, and maybe that was affectionate, but he still didn't realize what he was doing.]
It ain't easy, but it'll be worth it. [No clearer how many layers were intended in his statement.] And you're up to it.
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Date: 2016-09-19 04:05 am (UTC)He'd spend so much of his life denying himself being with a man, touching another man, kissing much less experiencing one's mouth in other ways and certainly he had never thought that he'd ever let another man fuck him but they were there and Merriell was deep inside of him. Eugene had let that happen, he could argue that he'd been coerced but he'd been given an out more than enough times and he hadn't wanted to take it.
The other's fingers in his hair helped him relax whether that was what they were meaning to do, just a little. Each movement of Merriell's cock threatened to cause him to tense again but the hum of pleasure his body was feeling from being jerked off kept it from being overwhelming. Was Merriell doing that on purpose? He had to be. Why?]
Sir..How did you know I was... [gay? There were words that he'd use to describe himself in the self loathing that he had instead but he settled for that mentally and even so didn't say it out loud.] How do you know I'm up to it or that it'd be worth it?
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Date: 2016-09-19 04:24 am (UTC)With Eugene's face still turned to one side so that his head could be pressed hard to the desk's surface, it was possible for him to see Merriell's expression, and Merriell sort of wished that wasn't true; the place where Eugene paused made it all too clear what he'd meant to say, and the readjustment of words didn't help much with how raw the question was. Something more challenging could've been joked off, but not this.]
Your eyes're too honest. [Merriell was actually trying to smile, but his expression ended up strangely apologetic in spite of that, because he knew his response was jut as raw. Not wanting to give up anymore, he finally released his grip on Eugene's head and pulled him up flush against his chest instead, picking up the pace of his thrusts and the steady jerking of his hand. Both hands being occupied, he grabbed the tie and tugged it looser with his teeth so that he could kiss and lick at Eugene's neck, his tongue once again soothing where the skin was chafed.]
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Date: 2016-09-19 05:12 am (UTC)The answer was... not what'd he'd expected. Any other answer might have been able to be brushed off but his eyes it made it uncomfortably real and honest. He swallowed parting his lips to say something, anything but Merriell didn't really give him much of a chance.
With his head free he didn't have to look at Merriell and wonder about that... whatever it was that he'd seen on his face or whatever it was that it made him feel. He could ignore it, close his eyes as his back pressed against the other's chest.
The thrusts inside of him started to feel good. It was subtle and maybe it was just because the way the other was stroking him was pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm.]
Fuck. [He cursed, biting back a moan when the other's mouth turned it's attention to his neck. Even with all the other sensations the way his tongue felt against the sore skin sent a skittering of pleasure throughout him despite all logic. He couldn't touch him. It's not that his hands were restrained but that he couldn't let go enough to reach up or reach back but god he wanted to but it would be less that this was done to him and more prominent in his mind that he was an active participant -- and he was -- but he could fool himself like this.]
Sir, I'm close. [He whispered, his hips pressing toward the other's hand.]
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Date: 2016-09-20 06:56 pm (UTC)Besides, Merriell was getting close too, certainly close enough that he wouldn't take much longer once he'd experienced the sights and sounds of Eugene coming from his first time with a man. He could've held out under different circumstances, changed his pace or distracted himself to draw it out longer, but - again, he didn't trust Eugene not to crumble in the middle of the act anymore. And that wasn't what he was meant to take from it whatsoever.]
Good. You earned this. [The whisper against Eugene's ear was less seductive this time, more a kind of gentle support.] Go on, Eugene. Show me how good I made you feel.
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