22. Choking
Xiu-Wei was stood in the middle of the party, laughing loudly with the men that surrounded him. He kept hiding his giggling face behind his fan and letting them all kiss the back of his hand. They whispered in his ear, gripped the small of his back, and played with his hair. They did, that is, until Aristide Desmarais came striding towards them, his face like thunder, to grip Xiu-Wei by the wrist and drag him away.
The smaller man let him pull him along, leaving the party and heading into the more private areas of the Desmarais mansion, smirking all the while. Up the stairs they went, across the grand landing and towards the only room up here that Xiu-Wei felt truly familiar with - Aristide’s bedroom, which he was bundled into unceremoniously. He could feel Aristide looming at his rear. The Frenchman tugged him close and wrapped his hand around his throat. Xiu-Wei’s eyes went wide and he whimpered, the noise getting caught as Aristide’s fingers kept tightening. He gripped them with his own, trying to loosen their hold as he started to choke.
“I know you’re doing this shit on purpose,” Aristide hissed in his ear. His free hand was busy tugging down Xiu-Wei’s trousers, letting them fall about his ankles where his legs would be too twisted up in them to move. “You were trying to make me jealous, weren’t you?” He gave the boy’s newly-bared ass a harsh slap. “Huh?”
Xiu-Wei nodded as best he could, yelping as his other cheek was spanked as well.
The Desmarais finally released him. “Get undressed,” he ordered, shoving him towards the bed. “You wanted me jealous? Well I am.”
Xiu-Wei half-stumbled and fell face-first onto the mattress. He was blushing when he looked back at Aristide, who was still glaring in his direction. He’d wanted to annoy him but this was far more than he’d ever hoped for. It made him bite his lip, his fingers eager as he quickly worked to disrobe. He’d barely managed to remove his cheongsam when the Desmarais’ hands were back on him, yanking on his plait whilst he lead him into position.
“It seems someone needs a long, hard lesson about who he belongs to,” Aristide said as he half-threw Xiu-Wei down onto the bed. Again his palm came down on his bare ass cheeks, leaving painful red marks in its wake. “And about who he shouldn’t be fluttering his slutty fucking eyelashes at.”
“Who knew you were so touchy?” Xiu-Wei managed to say before Aristide wrapped his plait around his throat and tugged, choking him with his own hair as he clambered atop him.
“You wanna see touchy, Xiu-Wei?” He yanked on his hair, drawing a moan past his lips.
“Yeah,” Xiu-Wei managed to say, flashing him a self-satisfied smirk. “I do.”
Aristide pressed him into the bed sheets, pushing his whimpering face up against the fabric. His ass raised in turn, primed and ready for the cock that pressed at its entrance. The Desmarais had no interest in being slow or gentle. He rammed his tip straight into him, stretching his rim wide around him and forcing a muffled scream past his lips. Onwards he pressed, never stopping until he was as far inside as he could ever hope to have gone. He could feel Xiu-Wei’s hole throbbing around him. It must’ve been hurting him already and yet the whines that came up from the mattress were eager ones of pleasure as his own rock hard cock was pinned against the bedspread. When Aristide pulled back, a half-choked moan sounded. It only made him want to treat him meaner.
He wrapped the plait in his hand around it once more and gave another wrenching tug, listening to the choked splutters beneath him as he truly started to fuck his slender boyfriend. His heavy thrusts slammed into him over and over, every one feeling as though it might tear him apart. Xiu-Wei could barely stand it, from the painful burning in his hole to the plait pulled tight around his throat, and the frantic noises he kept letting out were only making that more clear by the second. He came almost embarrassingly quickly. He came a second time before Aristide was done.
The Desmarais’ thrusts came hard and heavy when he finally blew his load deep inside Xiu-Wei’s ass. He filled him up with every drop before he pulled out, admiring the gaping reddened hole he’d left in his wake. And yet still his boyfriend hadn’t earnt any respite. Aristide pushed a large plug into him, sealing his cum deep inside, before he finally dragged Xiu-Wei’s head up off of the bed and started to whisper into his ear.
“Now get dressed,” he said, still rubbing his hand over the base of the plug. “You’re going to go back down to that party with me, stuffed full of my cum, and you’re going to behave.” He yanked on Xiu-Wei’s plait again. “And if I see you flirt with anyone else whilst you’re down there, I’m dragging you right back up here and putting the paddle to this disobedient ass of your’s. Am I making myself clear?”
Aristide’s hand came down on Xiu-Wei’s reddened cheeks, drawing a pained whimper past his lips. “Y-Yes, Daddy,” he stammered. “I understand.” Or at least, he thought to himself, he understood just what to do to earn the hardcore spanking he so desperately desired.
