Hermann didn’t understand what prompted Bruno to change his mind about the thing (being fucked up the arse), but he wouldn’t argue, no, Bruno knew what he wanted, more importantly: what he wanted Hermann to do, and the mere mention of it, the way the words came over his lips with a frown – “I have decided that you may penetrate me, now” – like a legally binding obligation, it made the blood rush to his cock.
His riding crop was still on the table when Bruno braced against the edge of it and he was in full uniform, buttoned up to his chin, only the hat he had left at the door, and like a disobedient cadet bracing for a caning he pulled his trousers down just enough to allow Hermann to push his fat cock between the slim thighs (their slimness did not hinder the friction as Hermann could make up for it with the size of his cock), and Hermann wanted fuck him like that first, slow, intimate and gentle – while he collected spit in his mouth to rub on himself for lack of lube, again and again, no amount of it seemingly sufficient to cover his entire length, but Bruno would not settle for less. “you wanted to sodomize me,” he said, “now do it.”
Bruno’s cock hung flaccid between his legs, he was holding on to the edge of the table, his knuckles turned white, he was trembling and with every fraction of an inch that Hermann managed to squeeze into his arse, he got tenser, tighter, biting his lips harder, sweating cold from the pain of it, and the horror of the feeling, to be so very stretched, his insides incapable of making space for that monster, it felt like a stake was being driven into him and it looked like that too, and Hermann felt so very sorry, he placed kisses on the back of Bruno’s neck but Bruno shook them off, slowly like a dying man would swat flies and through gritted teeth he snarled at Hermann to get on with it and fuck him like he wanted to be fucked himself.
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