“A steam mop? Why would we need a steam mop?” He asked.
“Just get it.” I told him.
He shook his head. “How the fuck do you use one of these things anyway.”
“Pick it up.” I said. “Call it a Christmas present from me.”
“A steam mop?” He repeated.
I took quick inventory to make sure the people who were in the same aisle as us had left before walking right up against him.
“Look, we rented the apartment together. We are going to need one.” I told him.
“I can’t think of a single situation where we will need one.” He said.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close. Due to his greater height he had to bend forward slightly so that we are looking each other right in the eyes.
“We will have a place together. We are not at the frat house, we are not at the dorm. Which means that if I fucking feel like it, I am going to keep you naked like a fucking animal. And I am telling you right now that I have every intention of bending you over and fucking you up that jock ass of yours when and where I feel like it.” I can hear his breathing quicken at my words.
I pulled him in even tighter so I am talking right into his ear. “Make no mistake. I am going to fuck you raw and I am going to breed your jock hole until it drips my cum out of there constantly. And every time I pull out of that jock ass of yours you better believe my cock will be dripping my cock juices all over the fucking floor.” I shoved him back slightly before grabbing his shirt and yanking him down to his knees right there in the aisle.
“You better hope I don’t abuse your hole until it gaping wide open. Because you will want to keep it fucking closed with my cum deep inside. I don’t give a damn if my cum was dripping off my cock or down from your filthy ass. If any of it hits the floor, you are going to drop to your fucking knees, just like you are now, and you are going to lick up every fucking drop of my cum. And I don’t care if that floor is fucking dusty or dirty or down right garbage because you will fucking lick it until it fucking shines.” I snarled down at him.
I yanked him back to his feet. “Now are we going to get that fucking steam mop?” I asked him again.
He swallowed and then voicelessly bend over and reached for the steam mop.
We walked further around the place until we were in a quiet corner again with no one around. He turned and leaned against the cart, he crossed his arms across his chest.
Normally that’s an aggressive or at least somewhat intimidating pose. But I knew him much better than that. That’s his defensive stand.
He bit his lip a little nervously before speaking. “Are you. Are you serious? About the mop I mean.”
“Of course not.” I said lightly. “A mop is a terrible thing to give for Christmas.”
A few days later, as I pulled my wet cock out of that tight jock ass. I shivered in delight. He squeezes his ass so tight now when I pull out after fucking him. No doubt to keep every drop of me inside of him.
And he immediately dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around my cock. His tongue lashing and licking, his month milking my still mostly hard cock of every drop of my cum.
When he finally pulled off, my cock was sparkling clean. As I stepped back with a sigh of satisfaction, a slight reflection of light caught my eye. He traced my line of sight and he let out a small growl of frustration.
A single drop of my cum must have dripped off of me before he got me into his mouth.
He bend down, his jock ass high in the air as he put his face to the ground. And with a swipe of his tongue, he cleaned my cum off the previously immaculate floor.
As he stood back up, I grinned and asked him. “Good job boy. So how are you liking my Christmas present so far?”
“Fuck.” He said with a slight bit of bitterness in his voice. “I rather you had given me the mop instead.”
I smirked. I reached down and rapped my knuckle slightly against the plastic cage around his cock. I can see that he is, well trying anyway, to become fully erected under there. His cock squeezing against the edges of the cage, pressed all the way to the sides. The meat and skin popping out of every gap in that cage struggling to free himself.
“Well.” I reach out and rubbed his pelvis where his pubes would have been had I not shaved them all off. The stem of his cock hard even if the rest of his cock is held confined inside that small cage. “Cheer up. It’s only a few days to Christmas.”
I grinned at him. “I promise to give you one more present on Christmas day if you are a good boy.” I told him as I tapped lightly on the lock that is separating him from his own manhood.
I pulled him close and placed a finger against the tip of his cock. His hardness is causing his tip to squeeze slightly out of the small gap in the plastic left for him to pee out of. The not so gentle rubbing of my finger caused his body to shake. He growled out in lust of my hand on his cock but also in frustration of his inability to get fully hard.
I turned him around and started to rub his ass. “You know. Why don’t you relax that jock ass of yours huh?”
“No.” He moaned. “No. Please don’t make me.”
“Shhh. I am not making you. You are a good boy right? Do you want to make me happy? Just relax. Relax.”
With something between a sob and a moan, I watched as he relaxed his ass slightly. At first it was only a trickle. Just a trickle of my newest load dripping out, from between the valley of his round meaty ball player ass, down his muscular jock legs and finally splat onto the floor.
It was like the first splat triggered something in him. All those loads I pumped into him since last night came flowing out, my cum ran like rivers down his hairy legs and gathered in pools on the floor. He moaned, a moan of deep relief but at the same time disgust of what he had just done.
As he knelt onto the floor, his ass up and wet from all my previous loads, his face down sucking and licking at the pools of my cum, I can’t help but take my now once against hard dick and stab it right into his muscular jock bubble ass.
With every thrust of my cock, I pulled more of my cum out of his ass and splatter it all over the floor under us. The lock on his cock cage rattled against the plastic as I held onto his muscular sides and fucked my cock deep inside of him. His cock, previously a well liked commodity around the females that used to visit our frat is now completely locked away and straining uselessly against hard unforgiving plastic.
I pressed his face down onto the floor, my cum smeared all over his handsome face, his muscular pecs, everywhere. I pounded him hard as his face slid all over the floor wet with my cum. With a final roar, I let loose another load deep inside him. This time, he is too tired and too fucked out to keep his ass tight. After I pulled out, my cock dripped all the way from his fucked out ass to the floor in front of the chair I sat down on to rest.
I watched him as he performed his duty of licking up all my man juice off the floor. Licking at the smears that his face and chest and hair made all over the hard floor. I laughed lightly as I watched a drop of my cum roll down his hair, across his cheek and land onto a spot he had already cleaned. Eventually he got it all. And I watched as he crawled closer and closer until he was licking up the spot right between my legs. As he is licking down there, my cock dripped one more drop of cum onto the back of his neck. He looked up. Another drip hang off the tip of my cock but is still hanging in the air like a string.
He traced the string of dripping cum that is still hanging off my cock until he had the head of my cock in his month. He looked up at me as he performed his ritual of cleaning my cock.
“You know.” I said to him. “There is actually one more liquid that comes out of my cock.” I said as I looked him in the eyes.
He looked at me, fearfully. His eyes were wide with panic. Yet my cock remained inside his mouth.
“Don’t worry.” I said reassuringly. My hand rubbing his right biceps, feeling his muscles underneath the skin. Surprisingly no cum on his biceps. “Not yet. Not today.”
He briefly looked relieved but I knew that he was waiting for the other hammer to drop. But yet, I can see it. I can see it in his eyes, a hint of disappointment.
“Christmas. On Christmas morning I will either give you this.” I said as I tabbed my foot against his plastic cage that it still struggling to contain his still hard manhood. “Or this.” I continued as I flexed my cock slightly in his mouth.
“Think about it. Think hard about what is it that you truly want. You will get one or the other from me that morning. I promise you that. And I will keep my word.” I said.
His mouth opened in almost auto response to the only obvious answer. And yet no sound came out. I looked down at his wide and confused eyes. It should be an easy choice. At least I am sure that’s what he is thinking in his head. But yet he can’t choose. He doesn’t know how to choose.
I rubbed his face lightly. My grin probably completely evil in his eyes. “I will give you exactly what you want.”
He opened his mouth, once more to try and ask for the only logical answer. But yet again his mouth closed without a sound.
I smiled down at him. “All you have to do is ask.”
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