Shane Does What Comes Naturally

Time seemed to freeze then as Shane looked up at Aaralon, his mind seeming to be on a razor's edge as to whether he would accept the invitation or not.

For a moment Aaralon wondered if he had maybe misread him, maybe he was too deeply repressed to be able to let himself go like this.

That moment passed when Shane finally spoke, his voice low and rough with barely restrained emotions.

“Get on your knees.”

Aaralon felt his heart skip a beat at the command. It had been nearly two months since he had left the school. Two long months of sleeping alone and having to restrain himself from asking the other attractive young man who had also been travelling on the caravan to suck his cock. He had been amazed had how quickly he had gotten used to the particular set of freedoms he had enjoyed in the school. It was true that he was as much an in the thrall of his Master as anyone else but even the lesser Thralls had. You could enjoy the unique pleasures of another man one night and dabble in the more traditional tastes of a woman the next without fear of reprisal or judgment.

Out here in the world, he felt like he was being smothered and he could see that he was not the only one. Everywhere he had looked on the journey he had seen the hidden desires of those around him writ large in the way he had never been able to before.

The caravan drivers desire for his partner's wife. Her desire for one of the guards and her husbands desire for the caravan driver. It had been comical enough to act as a distraction on the long dull road but now he saw it for what it was, a sad little pantomime of hopelessness. Three people denied both by themselves and the world around them from ever tasting a true pleasure.

As Aaralon got down on his knees he could feel his own cock straining painfully at his clothing. His breath catching in his throat as Shane began to work at his own clothing, waiting for the moment when he would finally set eyes on his member.

With a grunt, Shane finally pulled his cock free. It was bigger than Aaralon had expected, the shaft nearly as thick as the head and with maybe an inch of length on Aaralon himself. In the flickering firelight, he watched as the foreskin slipped completely back from the head and he was hit with an overwhelming desire to taste this glorious member.

“Suck it,” Shane growled from above, his hand roughly wrapping around the back of Aaron's head and pulling him towards his cock.

Aaralon didn’t need to be told twice, his lips parting slightly, he felt Shane’s cock **** his mouth open. He felt a shudder ran through Shane's body, the bigger man letting out a ragged sigh as his cock slipped to the back of Aaralons mouth.

Aaron's mouth was filled with the taste of him, the tang of a hard days work mixed with a raw animal flavour that he hadn’t even realised he had been missing. He felt almost drunk as he began to draw his head back, his lips sliding wetly over the contours of Shane’s cock as the bigger man shivered and shuddered, completely lost in the moment.

As Aaralon drew back, his lips just barely kissing the tip of Shane’s cock, he felt the pressure on the back of his head increase, Shane leveraging a tiny part of his strength to push Aaralon back down onto his cock. He let it happen, feeling the **** increase, pushing Shane’s cock completely into his mouth.

Aaralons eyes went wide as he was **** to deep throat the sizeable member, not from disgust or discomfort, after all his Master had often taken on much larger members and done the same to him, but surprised at how quickly Shane was letting his true nature shine through.

As his lips kissed the base of Shane’s cock another monumental shudder rocked the bigger man and Aaralon had to wonder just how long he would be able to last. However long it was he was clearly planning on enjoying it as much as he could.

Aaralon felt Shane’s rough hands begin to move, both of them shifting around to the sides of his head, gripping it tightly in a vice-like grip that he couldn’t have escaped from even if he had wanted to. Aaralon felt his head being drawn back, Shane’s cock sliding across his tongue, the strong taste of his pre-cum impossible to miss now, until again only his lips touch the tip of his cock.

Then Shane was moving, standing up from the log, his height forcing Aaralon to climb partially from his knees. His head still clamped between the other man's hands he looked up at him as Shane looked down. The uncertain waver had vanished from his eyes, instead replaced with a brightly burning fire that made Aaralons heartache and his cock twitch.

Holding Aaralons head steady, Shane slowly thrust his hips forward, again burying his cock fully in Aaralons mouth and throat. This time he didn’t hold it there, however, instead of pulling out nearly fully. The next thrust was slightly faster, more forceful than the last, and Aaralon realised that Shane was fucking his face.

It had been so long since he had had this done to him that he had almost forgotten the strangely thrilling sense of helplessness. The conflicting emotions of the violation of having no control and the pleasure of giving another such an intense pleasure.

Aaralon let his eyes close, his gag reflex having been done away with by his Master a long time ago, aside from those times it amused him to watch him **** of course. He had no problem taking anything Shane could throw at him. So he simply tried to enjoy the feeling. His own hands falling to his own cock. He pulled it free of his clothing, after two months it was throbbing painfully, **** for a release that came from something other than his own hand.

Shane’s thrusts picked up the pace, becoming more and more forceful with every passing moment, saliva and pre-cum splashed dripped from his cock, splashing onto his and Aaralons clothing and the dust beneath.

For Aaralon the world seemed to shrink, even the rutting forms of the other cult members fading into darkness. At first, he thought it was simply a lack of air until he heard the voice.

“So you finally arrived I see.”