Fear

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN James

I've tried messaging Daniel a few times but he hasn't responded to me once, though I can see by the times on WhatsApp, that he's been looking at my messages.

He's acting really strange.

Trying to distract myself from the drama and a nagging feeling that something is seriously wrong, I get a tour guide, who works for himself, to drive me around the city and see the sights.

The tour guide takes me around Cape Town, where we visit Long Street, a busy social hub of activity at the heart of the city and past the Tygerberg Hospital, where the first heart transplant was done in the world.

He shows me some quaint bohemian styled suburbs near an area called Observatory and we drive all the way to the other side of Table Mountain, to a town called Muizenberg. It's different here and I appreciate that every small suburb or town is unique in character compared to the others.

After we leave Muizenberg, we go to a place called Kalk Bay and he invites me to have a drink with him at the Brass Bell, which he says has been there since his grandfather's time.

It's a rustic place and you can see it has a long history. A pub at the edge of the water and from upstairs, while sipping on my whiskey, I feel as if I'm sitting above the ocean.

It's getting late and just as I'm about to ask for us to leave, I get a message on my phone. Its and unknown number.

Thought you may want to know why he's lost interest.

I notice a video's loading and my stomach goes into a knot. This isn't going to be good.

The video finishes loading and I click on it, turning my volume down a bit, as to not entertain the few people sitting around us.

At first, I can't make out what the fuck's going on and then I see Daniel's face wrapped around a cock, sucking it as if he's life depends on it. He doesn't even use his hands and the guy he's sucking is thanking him for the good job he's doing.

The worst is, Daniel looks like he's enjoying it, making a meal of this unknown man's cock. I can't see who his sucking off until the short video cuts to him walking up to the camera and looking straight into it, giving me an evil grin with a wink, thus ending the video.

Sweet Jesus! It's Johan!

What the fuck?!

This can't be true. It doesn't make any sense. Daniel doesn't even like the man!

I'm in shock and don't know what to say. The tour guide asks me. "Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I take a few seconds before answering him in a raspy voice, "I'm fine. Please take me back to the hotel?"

"But you booked me for the entire day and there's some hot spots I still have to show you, especially at night."

"No. Just take me back to my hotel. We can do something on another day." I get up and walk to the bar counter to settle our bill."

The tour guide doesn't argue further and just follows me, until we pass under the railway tracks, and get back to his vehicle.

We get in and he drives off, taking me straight back, the way we came. It takes us a good hour and a half and eventually I'm back in my room, sitting on the arm chair and staring out over the deck at the ocean. Which is now glimmering in the last remnants of a sunset.

I just don't understand it. Daniel of all people. How wrong I was about him.

Well, if that's how he plays it, then fuck him. Rage fills me and I jump up and punch the wall. My hand starts to bleed, almost immediately, from where the skin's burst open over my knuckles. I grab hold of my now aching hand with the other and notice there's a dirty red mark left on the wall.

The fucking cleaners can deal with it!

With my hand throbbing and dripping blood onto the floor, I take out my phone and call Andrew. He'll make an excellent distraction.

In just a few rings, he picks up, chirpy. "Hi there. Thought I wouldn't hear from you again?"

I ignore any pleasantries. "Are you free now?"

He pauses. "Yes?"

"I'll get a cab to collect you and bring you to my hotel. Text me your address."

"Ah. Ok. Sure. Everything ok?"

"I need a good fuck and you're it." No need to be polite.

He starts saying something but I disconnect the call.

I get his message a few seconds later and call my usual cab driver and instruct him to go collect Andrew.

Taking off my shirt, I sit down on the bed. Still fuming.

How could Daniel stoop so low? It just doesn't make any fucking sense.

Andrew arrives at the hotel an hour later and when reception dials my room, I tell them to direct him.

I hear the knock at the door and as he comes in, saying hello, I flout him and close and bolt the door behind him.

Grabbing him and flipping him over my shoulder, I carry him towards the bed and toss him onto it.

"Fuck man!" He says, surprised. "What the hell are you doing?"

I simply ignore him and unfasten my trousers and pull them down, leaving only my bulging briefs where they are.

"You gonna strip or you want me to do it for you?!" I ask.

"Hey man, listen." Sounding a little worried. "Relax. You know I'm willing but seriously you're scaring me."

"Make up your mind now. You want a fuck or not?"

He hesitates and that's my que.

"Okay. Now, get over here and blow me." I order him, pointing to the floor in front of me. My cock's straining against my briefs and my pre-cum is clearly visible on the green fabric.

He slowly gets off the bed, strips completely and gets down on his knees in front of me, looking up.

I notice his erection. This is actually turning him on.

Good!

"I told you to suck!" I snap at him.

I reach down and grope my pulsating cock though my briefs. "What you waiting for? Take it out and suck me off!"

He's taking too long and so I reach down and give him a slap across his face, knocking him over onto the floor.

"Eina!" he yells out. I don't move as he looks up at me with a shocked expression on his face and his cheek turns red. There's no anger there, just fear.

But he's still hard.

I point for him to get back on his knees in front of me. He does.

"Hands behind your back! Now get my briefs off!" It takes him a few seconds to think about it, but then puts his hands behind his back and tries to lean forward.

I grab his hair and pull. "Stop wasting my fucking time!".

He leans in and takes the band of my briefs in his teeth and tries to pull them down. They don't budge.

Lucky for him, he figures it out after a bit and goes to each side, pulling the strap down an inch or two at a time.

He gradually eases it off and I wait patiently, enjoying his effort and my anticipation.

When he finally gets it down to my trousers, I pull his head up off me by his hair, let go, and step out of my trousers and briefs.

He waits in front of me, still on his knees.

There's fear and arousal mixed in his expression. The uncertainty of what I'm up to is driving him nuts.

"You want to suck my cock?" I ask softly.

"Yes, James." He answers.

"Beg for it!" I demand.

"Please, James, may I suck your cock?" His voice shakes.

"Start with my orbs." He complies, starting to lick my ball sack.

"Suck on them!"

I watch him go at it and am not sure what's more exciting, seeing him do it or feeling it. Letting him do it for a few minutes, I revel in the feeling of his tongue on my sack and watch him make a meal of it.

Finally, I bend down and pull him up by his chin to stand up in front of me. I grab his arm and lead him to where I sit down on the chair. He's facing me and I grab his hand and yank him towards me. He goes down on his knees and I grab his head, pushing it down over my groin. I shove my cock into his hot mouth. "You better do a good job or you'll get another slap," I warn him.

He does what he does best, but this isn't what I'm aiming for, regardless of his amazing technique. I'm going to get whatever I want so, I grab his head with my other hand and push it down to take my cock completely down his gullet.

I feel him choke and cough, squirming and trying to escape while I fuck his face. I don't care but relax my grip slightly, so he can breathe. No point in killing him.

He goes on sucking me off easier.

But this is only the trailer. The main movie is my ultimate goal.

Having him bust his ass, trying to give really great head is fun to watch, but I want to fuck his nice hot ass. And so, instead of letting him get me to the point of no-return, I place my hand on his forehead and push him back from my cock and stand up, pulling him up by his hair, as he yelps, and push him backwards onto the bed.

I join him and go and sit on his chest, my legs holding his arms down, and drop my ball sack on his face. My cock's hard and I'm ready to fuck. But, since I'm still angry, I want to dominate him a little longer.

"Suck!" I order him. He opens his mouth and starts sucking on my orbs, while I grab my rock-hard cock and smack it against his face.

"Look at me!"

He opens his eyes and stares up at me, while I continue to slap his face with my cock. I can see in his eyes that he's still afraid, but turned on.

Getting up on my knees and lifting one leg off of him, I flip him over onto his stomach. As I settle back on him I grab his arms, pull them over his head and lay down on top of him fitting my cock nicely into his crack. Then, very gently, I start to dry-hump him.

"I'm not ready." He moans with the pillow muffling his plea. He tries to break my hold on his arms but can't manage to get me to budge. I grab both his wrists with one hand and let him struggle against me. Poor fool. He's so fucking cute, thinking he can get away from me.

I laugh aloud at that.

He resists and tries to fight me, while I get a handful of his hair with my other hand. I pull his head up and whisper into his ear. "You're fucking gorgeous and squirming like this is just turning me on even more."

I have to hold his wrists tightly because he's still trying to get away and using every bit of his strength to do it. Me, laughing at him, seems to make him even more determined to escape but he can't move.

Gripping his hair, I pull it hard and twist his head, causing him to squeal. "Oh yeah. Keep it up, keep it up!" Unable to stop chuckling at his futile efforts to get away from me. "You're making me so fucking hot."

"Stop it James! Don't! Not without protection, please!" Trying to jerk his hands loose. The harder he tries, the more I laugh.

"Don't worry about that." I let go of his hand and grab the phone charger cord on the bed-side table and tie up his hands with it. I lean further over him and take a condom out of the small drawer next to the bed and rip the wrapper open with my teeth, removing the condom and making sure it's the right way around. I slide it onto my cock. It fits snugly, too snugly.

I'm that hard.

"Hey Andrew. Listen up. I'm going to fuck that ass of yours and I'm all sheathed and ready." I grab his hair and shake his head. "I'm not going to use any lube, just fuck you with your own juices, whether you like it or not, and you're going to end up begging me for more."

"Please don't fuck me like that?!" He's still trying to get away.

"You're pissing me off!" Letting go of his hair, I roll over slightly and slap his ass hard.

He lets out a scream. "No!"

I'm raring to go but I'll prepare him good first. Being gentle, I spit on my one finger and push it into his tight hole and finger fuck him for a minute or so.

"Oh, oh," he moans softly.

I pull the finger out and spit on two fingers and then slowly ease them into him. He's not screaming, only moaning. I finger fuck him a while longer and then gradually repeat the process with three and then four fingers, giving his warm hole a good stretch.

I'm tempted to see if he can take my fist but then he may become too lose. That'll just ruin it for me.

Pulling out my fingers, I get up onto my knees next to him. "Roll over!" I demand and very slowly, he rolls over onto his back and looks up at me. The aroused fear in his eyes is such a turn on.

Pushing his legs apart I get between them and just look down at him. I grab his legs, pull them up over my shoulders and aim my cock at his hole. Then I grab his neck and gently push myself into him.

"Oh.... holy fuck!" he groans.

"Yeah, gorgeous!" I chuckle.

He isn't fighting me at all now. Totally submissive and giving in to me having my way with him.

He moans. "It hurts."

"That's okay. A little pain never killed anyone." I say, giving him a smile. Then with another push, the head of my cock pops into his ass.

"Oh... please. No." He cries out.

"Oh ... yes. Feel the pain. Enjoy it." Even though I've stretched him and he's in no way a novice, he's as tight as a virgin and the feeling against my cock's awesome.

"Such a tight ass!" Holding him by his neck, I push an inch more into him.

"Oh ... fuck yeah," I croon.

He complains again but the feeling's terrific and I want it to last and so I'm in no hurry. I don't care if that makes it better or worse for him. All I want now, is feeling the exquisite pressure against my cock.

He keeps yelping and so I put my other hand over his mouth and jam another inch or two into his tight hole.

Eventually, I have a good three or four inches in him and should be pressing against his prostate.

Most of the pain should be gone by now.

With his eyes wide open, staring at me in shock, my cock feels sublime but I want it to last. So, I decide to give him a break. Pulling all the way back, I let my cock pop out completely from his ass.

"Your ass is just what I need." I chuckle menacingly.

"Please stop. It really hurts. Rather let us use lube." he whimpers.

"You can take a little pain, can't you?" I say, giving him a grin. "Hell yeah. You can." Then I spit on my cock and shove it back in hard, getting a good three or four inches into him, all in one shot.

He screams.

"Shut the fuck up!" I growl and slap his face again. He stops screaming but starts sobbing instead.

I ignore his reaction. "You scream one more time and I'm going to gag you. Got that?!"

He just looks at me, crying softly. "You got that?" I shout, giving him an angry glare.

"Y-y-y-es." He stammers through his tears.

Up and until now I've really been easy on him, prepping him up and going slow, but he isn't appreciating it at all. So enough of the Mr Nice-guy routine, I'm ready to fuck.

Pulling out an inch or two I push back in, going a little deeper. He doesn't yell out but lets out a loud gasp.

I'm still gentle though, as I start an in and out fucking motion, gradually forcing my cock deeper and deeper into his tight little ass. With all the whimpering sounds he's making, he hasn't realized yet that there's only four inches or so in him. It's a fucking long way to go to get all nine inches of me crammed into that gorgeous pussy-ass of his.

I remove my cock, spit loads of saliva on it and push it back in again. I keep the slow pace going, getting deeper and deeper with every thrust.

The feeling of his tight ass squeezing my cock's really incredible. He feels tighter than last time.

I keep pushing and he keeps whimpering, but at least he isn't screaming. I'm almost there.

And then, finally, I have my pubic bone crammed nicely against his ass. I'm all the way in. All nine inches. Fuck yeah, what a feeling. It's incredibly tight and has me right on the edge.

I better pace myself.

The power I feel from fucking him like this, is intoxicating. But, I wait a long minute, allowing myself to cool down just a bit and then I'm ready. So, with his legs still over my shoulders, I put my arms around them and grab hold of his neck and start fucking him.

He's stops sobbing but his eyes are closed.

"Open your eyes. I want you to see me fuck you!" I order.

As he opens his eyes and looks at me, I see his fear has started dissipating. Also, the pain's gone. Maybe he isn't enjoying it yet but I don't think it's hurting him either.

"Oh ... yeah. Such a tight ass." And God, am I ever loving this. What a thrill it is to fuck him hard, squeezed up against my chest, with him watching me from just inches away.

I increase the tempo and start ramming my cock into him.

But, within minutes, I can't hold back any longer and thrust myself into him with such force, as I shoot my load into the condom. If this was bare, it would be even better. Not responsible thinking though.

"Oh, for fucking glorious sakes!" I yell out. Almost crushing him with my body.

I cum over and over into his hot ass.

"Please ..." I hear Andrew gasping and I realize I'm crushing him with my weight and tight grip. I let go of his neck and place my palms next to him and lift myself off him. I take my one hand and grab hold of the condom and jerk my cock out of his ass. Getting up and off the bed, I dispose of it in the trashcan.

"That was awesome." I say and slowly start to calm down. I look down at him and see that he still has a surprised, unsure, expression on his face. He has dropped his legs down on the bedspread, to recover from the ordeal.

Andrew's lying on the bed, staring wide-eyed up at me as I come nearer. I notice his hard-on and reach down and start jerking him off. I'm not gentle, in fact, rough, as I yank on it hard, almost painfully. A few minutes later, he gasps and shoots his load into my hand and onto his stomach.

"Oh ... argh!" He exclaims

I let him finish and then untie his wrists. He rubs the now visible red marks, made earlier by his persistent struggling. He's going to have to explain that to his friends.

Time for a shower.

"Thanks for coming and now get dressed and fuck off." I don't wait to see if he's heard me or if he's anything to say and enter the bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

I stink like a man.