The House – Pay up Elias

XI

Even if I wasn’t entirely sure that he would show up, I prepared everything just so, laying out the various implements I would use on him. If he thought I had done some strange things to him so far, he had another thing coming.

A good cane with a bit of bend to it, a belt that had been spared my knife, enough sturdy rubber bands to pull his nuts a good finger’s length from his body, a few other odds and ends, and of course that bedpost. I would of course need to do some fingerwork on him first, and probably introduce him to some of my tools. Still, we had all night, or as long as it would take to break his uppity nature, to turn him into the plaything he was so clearly destined to be.

Watching the sun go down, I smiled as I heard the knock on my door. I counted to ten before opening it, wearing just a loosely tied silken robe I hadn’t taken out of the closet in ages.

Elias was there, of course, with my scarf hung over one shoulder. There was some of that sullenness about him again, but also determination, so very unlike him. I invited him inside with a wide smile, seeing how his gaze lingered on my robed body as he stepped forth. It was then that he took in what all I had laid out for the night, what I had built for him to endure, and something just sort of seemed to snap inside of him.

He looked at me with wide eyes, a sadness and anger there, almost a fury.

I was taken aback of course, but was also set on remaining in charge of the situation. Standing up straight, I issued the order.

“Take off your clothes, and bend- .”

“So you can hurt me again?”

He stepped forward as he questioned me, seeming to grow taller in the moment. He was of course a fully grown young man, but the way he usually held himself made him seem smaller than his actual size.

I bumped my hip sharply on the desk as I took an involuntary step back, turning my words into something of a hiss.

“Our agreement is- .”

Elias just went for me then, pinning me against the edge of the desk, leaning into me as I tried to push him away. Grabbing the scarf from his shoulder, he bundled it up and forced it into my mouth, muffling my cries of protest.

He tore the robe off of my body, leaving me naked. I was too shocked to even put up a proper fight as he pushed me down onto the bench and bound me into place, on all fours where he should have been!

He paused then, panting as he stared down at me. I started to spit out the scarf, tugging at the restraints that proved to be of sound quality - damn my carpentry – when his shorts hit the floor right next to me.

I stopped, looking up at him again, watching as he pulled off his shirt. He looked amazing, standing there over me, enraged and engorged, the anger smoldering in his eyes as he squatted down in front of me, balls hanging as he pulled the scarf out of my mouth.

I was about to tell him how deep in trouble he was, how I was going to punish him for this, but that was all cut off as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock between my lips, beginning to just fuck my face right there and then. It was all inexperience, need, anger and lust, driving that thick cock to the back of my throat, and then down it, forcing me to swallow his whole length while he bruised my nose with his crotch, my chin with his balls.

I gagged, not having had a man go this deep in ages, much less a furious boy, but he didn’t care, choking me on his cock as I knelt there, strapped into a prison of my own making.

It was so good.

I wasn’t just wet, I was dripping down my thighs as he used me, fucking my mouth without a shred of care for my comfort, just laying claim to it with his teenaged dick. Of course I had explored that cock before, but it was being delivered with such force now, such determination, that it felt all new to me again, every veined inch a discovery in pleasure.

I swallowed and I sucked, telling myself it was just to get him off as quickly as possible, to stop this assault so I could reassert myself once more and restore things to their proper, natural state. Certainly I wasn’t doing it to reward that little layabout for raping my face so rudely.

As he finally pulled back, I was gasping for breath and coughing, long strands of saliva connecting my lips to his prick. I expected him to finish there, but instead, he rose, moving slowly around the bench and nudging the tools with a foot.

“What were you going to do to me..?”

I turned my head to see he was looking at the bedpost. As I coughed and tried to get the words to flow through my battered vocal cords again, he scrunched up his face.

“You’re sick…”

Grabbing the discarded scarf, he silenced me once more before I could say anything in my defense. Not that I had much of a defense, really. He was right, after all. I just hung my head as he got on his knees behind me, and drove his cock into my sopping wet cunt like he owned it.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Elias claimed me, a muffled moan pushing past the scarf when he began to really fuck me. This was his second time in the driver’s seat, but perhaps it was the rage letting him tap into some baser instincts, because those hungry, angry thrusts hit me so wonderfully, that meaty cock setting off small explosions behind my eyes as it speared into me again and again. 

I moaned in shameless pleasure as he nailed me, bound into place with no hope of stopping him. I had built the bench well, and there would be no escape until Elias decided I had been sufficiently punished for my deeds, reducing me to serve as a helpless toy for a furious, horny boy.

He leaned over me, hands squeezing possessively on my hips as he bit my shoulder firmly. His hips continued their angry pace, balls hitting the edge of the bench with every deep thrust, loins slapping my rump. God, I hadn’t been fucked like this in years, or perhaps ever, and here was Elias, giving it to me, making me yowl.

I squeezed needily down on his shaft as he ravaged me, my body welcoming him, trying its very best to pleasure the rude invader pushing against my slickened walls, pushing them wide apart, so wonderfully wide. 

He wasn’t holding back in the least, and based on our times before, I knew he would arrive sooner than later. I didn’t know if he would pull out this time, but really, in that moment I did not care. If he spent himself in me, and it took root, it was a reasonable price to pay for this.

It wasn’t to be though.

Instead, he surprised me by pulling out, and pressing that thick, slick tip against my backdoor.

“Since this is how you like it…” he muttered, before pushing forth once more.

Now, there is an art to this sort of thing, and naturally, it was not an art anyone had taught Elias. He pushed in hard and fast, making all of my fur stand on end as I cried out into the scarf. It was like having a hot poker forced up my arse, and a very thick poker at that.

Elias was not deterred. That agonizing push didn’t stop before his balls were firmly resting against my dripping cunt, the clenching spasms of my back passage making him pause a moment in curious reflection before he got down to pounding my burning ring.

It was my turn to sob now as he sodomized me so roughly, letting his loins work out all the confused anger that had been building up inside of him in the past weeks. His thick spear sunk deep into me with each thrust, paining me, punishing me, giving me what I deserved.

My cries, my sobs, they only seemed to fuel those angry loins. Leaning closer again, he pushed his hands between my bosom and the bench, capturing my nipples between his fingers and squeezing on them cruelly, making my body arch.

“You like this? You like it when I make you hurt?” he questioned, panting in my ear.

I couldn’t answer, just continuing to moan into the scarf until he yanked it out of my mouth.

“Tell me!” he demanded, squeezing hard on my nipples again.

I cried out, hoping to God Jen’s music was properly turned up tonight.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

He just growled at this, redoubling his efforts at punishing my aching hole.

“And hurting me. You love that too?”

I whimpered, squirming against the bench, trying to really get away from him for the first time. Why hadn’t I fought him properly before?

“I… I’m...sorry…” I finally managed, my head hanging low.

He bit me on the shoulder again, on the side of my neck, making me twitch and moan.

“Sick… You’re sick...and I...I...ohhh…”

I felt him tense, his thrusts growing uneven. He was going to cum up my arse. Elias was going to cum up my arse, with me naked and tied down, the taste of his cock in my mouth, with me as his whore-toy. 

The climax crashed over me. I jerked, tugging on the belts as my rump clenched down on that hard length, my mind momentarily washed away in the flood of forbidden pleasure. I heard his words as I milked the hot gushes from his cock, draining his virile young balls like a good toy, but it took a moment before they registered.

“I love you, Rosa.”

Elias fell against my back, wrapping his arms around me and the bench both, hugging me as I knelt there, still twitching from my peak. His panting was mixed with sobs now, the orgasm having finally broken the storm inside of him.

“I love you...but, you t-think I’m lazy and stupid and just want to h-hurt me…” he muttered on against the back of my head while I tried to pull my thoughts back together.

He straightened up and wiped his nose, now slowly and carefully withdrawing his member from the hole he just pained, leaving it open and drooling with his seed. 

“I’ll leave. You won’t have to see me again. I packed before I came up here…”	

He was just rambling on as he undid my restraints, freeing me from the bench. As he did, I spun around, causing him to jump back and lift his arms as if to fend off a blow.

Rising a little stiffly to my feet, I took gentle hold of his arms, lowering them down. His cheeks were just wet with tears as he looked at me, sad and confused. Poor little boy.

“Come here…”

I led him to my bed, and had him sit down on the edge of it. I then leaned in and kissed him, a slow and loving kiss. At first, there was no response, but once his mind caught up again, he kissed back needily, like a cub seeking its mother’s teat, whimpering with his eyes closed.

I let the kiss go on as long as it needed to before slowly breaking away. I petted softly on his cheek, just the way he liked it, as I gazed into his eyes.

“I love you too, Elias.”

It was like the sun had risen behind his features, his eyes wide and his muzzle open in amazed delight. He hugged me to himself impulsively, his face in my bosom, whimpering again, words not sufficient to express what he was feeling. 

I let him settle down a little, just stroking on the back of his head and neck until he was ready to let go again and meet my gaze.

“But, you have to understand, Elias, my love is complicated. I will teach you, and I will push you, but from now on, you can say no, and I will respect it. Okay?”

He nodded his head a little, his eyes unsure, obviously unable to grasp the full meaning of what I was trying to say, but he was on his way though.

I nodded back, petting his cheek again before moving to kneel down between his thighs.

“First though, I want to say that I am sorry, my way.”

There was confusion on his face again, but it was soon mixed with surprise and maybe a couple of other things as I took hold of his spent cock, and leaning my head down, took it into my mouth again, beginning to suckle.

He began to protest in response, but I just raised a finger, pressing it to his lips as I continued to suck and tongue on the length that had just recently been embedded between my buttocks. I could feel it begin to harden again, baser drives winning over the shock he was feeling over this lewd act, soon back to its full potential.

I gave him a long, slow blowjob by the bedside, letting his cock rest occasionally while just kissing and tonguing on his balls for a good while, no biting this time, no squeezing, just loving. At first he just sat there, gazing down in amazement, but gradually he began to caress my head and ears, even guiding my head a little bit on his cock. All the while he felt like someone crossing a frozen pond, testing the ice every step of the way, unsure if it will hold their weight.

He lasted a good deal longer this time, and I didn’t mind, just giving his length the more conventional love it had been desiring for who knows how long now. When he came, it was with soft, happy whimpers, pumping his virile young load into my mouth again, to be gratefully swallowed down.

We lay on the bed afterwards, me spooning him from behind, him purrring quietly. Something then crossed his mind.

“Uh...Rosa. About, you know, the rent..?”

I just chuckled in return.

“Boyfriends don’t pay rent.”

THE END