Dominated By Robert And His Cock 2

Robert thought about this. "So you thought I was good back then?"

"I knew you were the best. You know, I don't play with any singers regularly now. After you, what's the point?"

A silence, then an ironic chuckle. "Christ, Jim, you might have let me in on the secret. When I left I was sure you thought I was a stupid no-talent. You know the one thing that kept me going? I wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of not making it. "

"I guess you showed me," I said. By now, it was almost dark. Rain began to fall again, lightly, as we stood looking at the New Jersey shoreline.

Robert said softly, "It's good to have you here at last." He kissed me, his mustache tickling my upper lip, his beard scratching my chin. Somehow I wasn't surprised. Nor were any of the few people walking past--this was, after all, Saturday evening in the Village.

"Where are you staying?" he asked. What was surprising was that I wanted him so much. I had been angry all day, sure that he wouldn't feel the same. It seemed he did, and the revelation overwhelmed what feeble defenses remained in my heart.

"The Parker Meridien, on West 57th," I replied. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes I do, James." He kissed me again, longer. Tears came then, and I buried my face in the damp lapels of his raincoat. His arms encircled me and held me against his broad chest.

"Don't be angry anymore. I know what I owe you," Robert said, his hands in my hair. "Can you believe that?"

I nodded, trying to compose myself.

"So can we go back to your room? I left my umbrella in that restaurant and we're getting soaked."

Shaky laughter bubbled up out of me. "You always could get a guy into bed, Lucarelli."

As he stripped back in my hotel room, I drank in the sight of his broad, hairy chest. Robert's solid musculature had always been living proof that classical singers are really athletes. Then I saw something startling. His stomach curved out a bit more than I remembered, but that wasn't why I gaped.

One thick bicep was encircled by a studded, black leather armband, and one large, dark nipple was pierced with a small, neat golden ring.

Robert grinned at my reaction, but there was a bit of anxiety in his face as well. "What do you think?" he asked.

I looked into his eyes. "When did you get into this stuff?"

"Well, I'm not really into it. I did have a buddy for a while who was. He talked me into getting this nipple ring. I actually own a full leather getup, but I don't wear it often. I like the armband, though. It's fun to have it on under your clothes," he smiled, "and watch people's reactions when they see it for the first time."

I looked at Robert, his pressed, charcoal gray woolen suit pants and expensive shoes making an incongruous contrast with all that was visible above his waist. "Damn hot-sir," I said, softly. His eyebrows arched in appreciation and he nodded silently.

I sensed the unspoken command in his attitude and moved closer to him, reaching out and gently tugging the ring. He drew in his breath. I leaned down and brushed my tongue lightly across his nipple. His hand clamped on my head and pushed me downward to my knees. "Take it out and suck it," he said flatly.

I unbuckled his belt, lowered his zipper and drew down the waistband of his white cotton briefs. His thick circumcised cock emerged, a drop of clear fluid at its tip. I lapped it up with my tongue before letting my lips surround the dark, conical head. Slowly I moved forward until I had taken in as much of the rod as I could handle. The next moment my breath was cut off as his hands roughly shoved my head into his crotch. I choked as he forced his entire length down my throat, my nose buried in his coarse, dark pubic hair.

He released me at last and I fell back, gasping for breath, my eyes watering. I was humiliated and furious-but I also felt my own hard cock pressing painfully against the pants I still had on. I looked up at Robert and saw his triumphant smile.

"Ready for more?" Without waiting for an answer, he pulled me forward. My mouth opened involuntarily as his cock approached, and once again it threatened to choke me as it descended my gullet. This time I was ready, though, and managed not to gag as I desperately tried to relax enough to accommodate his length. He sensed this and kept me off balance, fucking my face with powerful thrusts, both his hands preventing my escape. Finally he released me again. I turned my face upward, drinking in air in great gulps, my eyes closed but tears escaping, running down my cheeks.

"Stand up and strip. Leave your underwear on."

I obeyed, pulling off my shoes and socks, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it on the bed, then unbuckling my belt and letting my pants drop to the floor. I stood with downcast eyes--instinctively I knew not to meet his. My erection jutted upward, tenting the front of my own briefs.

He had stripped off the remainder of his clothing as well. Now he approached and my breath quickened as I felt the heat of his body. By now I was totally disoriented by the scene that he had thrust me into, not knowing what to expect next. I closed my eyes and felt a gentle touch on my chest. I shivered with delight as a single finger on Robert's hand passed gently downward and slowly fondled my right nipple, then cried out as he abruptly twisted it hard, sending a sharp dart of pain through me.

I then felt the front waistband of my briefs pulled forward, exposing my erection. "Just as nice as I remember it," Robert said softly. Just as I opened my eyes, he let go and the elastic snapped back hard, directly against the head of my cock. My yelp of pain was loud and genuine, and for a moment anger overcame my submission. "You asshole-"

"Shut up!" Robert barked. "For that you're going to be punished." The harsh voice was totally unlike that of the man I knew. I sensed that he was getting caught up in the scene too, letting himself be carried into something he perhaps had not intended. There was a force in the room barely under control. Thoroughly cowed, I fell silent.

Robert took my briefs again and roughly pulled them all the way down. He lifted my feet one after the other, compelling me to step out of my remaining clothing, then picked it up and tossed it across the room. The pants hit the wall, spilling the contents of one pocket. Loose change jingled softly as it scattered across the carpet.

I worked up the nerve to meet Robert's eyes for an instant. In the dim light of one lamp they were dark and wild, his expression granite. "Turn around and grab your ankles. Stay that way."

I obeyed him without question, as he moved away to the other side of the room. The position he had commanded me to assume stretched my hamstrings, and within a few seconds the backs of my legs were aching. Nevertheless, I held it until he returned. Peering up at him through my legs I saw that he held two neckties in one hand, one of them his, the other, one of mine that he had found. In the other hand he held the small bottle of hand lotion placed in the bathroom by the hotel. He bent down, put the lotion on the floor and proceeded to lash each of my wrists to my legs. Now I was trapped in this uncomfortable and humiliating pose, my ass in the air, the hole between my cheeks fully exposed.

Robert saw me looking up at him and grinned. "Very nice," was all he said. He picked up the bottle, uncorked it and squeezed lotion out onto his hand. A moment later I felt cold wetness between my cheeks. He withdrew and used the rest to grease his own cock. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was coming. I felt a hard blunt object press against my hole, then screamed as it broke through and slid in. Robert showed me no mercy, pushing further into me, gripping my hips and preventing my escape. "Please," I begged, tears, this time of pain, starting again out of my eyes.

"Shh," he said, for the first time in a gentler tone. "Just relax. I won't go any further right now."

Bound and bent double, I was unable to maintain my own balance. Only Robert's strong arms were preventing me from falling over. I had to place my total trust in him, impaled on his cock, held in place like an object. At last my body began to accept the invasion and the pain receded. I drew a long, shuddering sigh.

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