Believing in the Traitor

by Charlie Richards

  Treatise sighed, his warm breath tickling the hairs on Walter’s nape. He mouthed his skin, causing goose bumps to erupt on his neck and upper arms. Blood flowed south and he instinctively pressed his legs wider to accommodate his lengthening shaft.

  “I’m going to turn on the jets,” Treatise whispered into his ear.

  Then, he moved the hand playing with the nipples on his chest and pushed a button on the side of the tub. Seconds later, the whoosh of bubbles and roar of flowing water filled the bathroom. Water swirled around his body, and Walter groaned upon feeling the rushing liquid stimulate the sensitive flesh of his erection.

  Treatise hummed. “I do like the noises you make, Walter,” he rumbled. “I love knowing what my touch does to you.”

  Walter had never considered himself a vocal lover, but with Treatise, he just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Grunting, shifting restlessly, he lowered his hands from the sides of the tub, intending to grip his length.

  Instead, Treatise grabbed his wrists. “Not yet,” he whispered. Lowering his hands, he urged Walter to place them on the gargoyle’s thighs.

  “Just keep them there,” Treatise urged. “Allow the jets to relax your muscles for ten minutes while I enjoy your body. Then, I’m going to move you to the seat and suck down your shaft. I will swallow your seed and begin our bonding.”

  Walter whined. He tightened his grip on Treatise’s thighs, since he couldn’t grip his stalk. Desperately wanting more stimulation on his aching prick, he rocked his hips impotently.

  “Just relax,” Treatise crooned. “Let me give you something else to focus on.”

  Walter gasped for breath as he watched Treatise grab a tube from the side of the tub and pop it open. He drizzled a liberal amount onto his fingers, coating them. Closing the tube, he set it aside.

  Guessing at where Treatise meant to go, Walter mumbled, “Are you sure?”

  Treatise nuzzled the tendons along the right side of his neck as he dipped his fingers under the water. “Just relax,” he urged. “While waterproof lube probably wasn’t meant for under tub water, it will still be enough to begin with,” he assured, his words a bit garbled since he still mouthed Walter’s neck. “And I will only give you a finger right now, maybe a second when I suck you off. This is just to get you used to the feel of something in your ass. Or have you played with your prostate before?”

  Walter shook his head as he fought his instinct to close his legs. Instead, he tightened his grip on Treatise’s thighs, which had loosened as they’d talked. While he couldn’t really see Treatise’s hand under the churning water, he tensed anyway.

  Placing his free hand on Walter’s chest, Treatise once again rubbed his nipples. “Easy,” he purred, mouthing his skin. “This will not hurt. In fact, you may find you love it. I know I do.”

  Distracted by Treatise’s words, Walter tipped his head so he could look up at the gargoyle. “You like things shoved into your ass?”

  Treatise chuckled, then dipped his head and gave him an awkward kiss. “Not just any things, my mate,” he teased. “I pleasure myself with my fingers and my tail. The occasional dildo or butt plug,” he added with a wink.

  Walter gaped. “You admit that?”

  His chest moving behind him, jostling him, as he shrugged, Treatise told him, “I don’t admit those things to just anyone, but you are my mate.”

  Before Walter could come up with a response, he felt Treatise’s fingertip rub over his hole. He gasped, then groaned when the gargoyle pinched his nipple. As he rubbed at his hole, pressing lightly, Treatise lowered his hand from his nipple to his groin and scraped his claws through his pubic hair.

  Walter bucked up into the massaging touch on the sensitive skin of his groin. The move created pressure against his finger. The tip of Treatise’s digit sank inside his body, stretching his muscular ring.

  Freezing at the unfamiliar stretch, Walter trembled.

  Treatise lightly skimmed over the skin of his groin again, threading through his naturally thin hair. “Relax your body,” he urged. “You’re so very tight. I just want to stretch you, not harm you. All will be well.”

  “You like this?” Walter snapped, frustrated at his body’s confused responses to the situation. “Then why don’t I fuck you?”

  “You will, sweet mate,” Treatise rumbled. “You will slide your beautiful dick into my ass.” He grabbed Walter’s erection in a loose grip. “I will beg you to pound into me over and over again, driving me out of my mind.”

  Walter groaned. Between Treatise’s words and his touch to his dick, he couldn’t keep still. He rocked his hips back, pulling his prick through the loose tunnel created by his gargoyle’s fingers. Then, he thrust up again.

  When Walter jerked his hips back to do it again, he gasped. The finger in his ass sank deeper. He grunted, feeling it slide back out a little. Instead of hurting, it felt... odd. Not good, not bad, not uncomfortable... just odd.

  To bond with my gargoyle, I can deal with this.

  It was an unexpected thought to run through his mind, but a true one. Walter couldn’t imagine that he’d come to crave the odd sensation of feeling stuffed or the weird massage to his inner muscles, but he could tolerate it. Besides, if Treatise told the truth about enjoying the feeling of something up his ass so damn much, Walter would be more than happy to give him what he wanted... as often as he wanted.

  Suddenly, a sharp burst of spark and sensation shot through his channel. Sucking in a sudden breath, he stared at the ceiling. He struggled to assimilate what had caused that fantastic, yet painful, jolt through his system.

  “Like that?” Treatise rumbled. “Now you know why men love their prostate rubbed.”

  As Treatise spoke, he did whatever the fuck—rub his prostate—again.

  “See the appeal?”

  Walter couldn’t think. He acted on instinct. “Oh, fuck, yeah. So amazing,” he cried as he rocked in Treatise’s hold.

  Driving his hips up, Walter felt Treatise’s palm and fingers glide along the sensitive skin of his shaft. He pushed back, reversing direction. That bliss-inducing finger waited, sinking deeper into his body and pressing against his hidden bump.

  Within a few ruts, Walter felt his balls roll in their sack. After a few more, they tingled and tightened. He tried to move faster, chasing the heady release he knew hovered so close.

  Treatise did the unimaginable. He lifted his hand from his dick as he pulled his fingers from his ass.

  Walter trembled and groaned. “Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded.

  Never had he thought he’d beg to have someone shove their fingers up his channel, but in that moment, he could think of nothing else he wanted more.

  Except, Treatise didn’t slide his finger back inside him. He didn’t once again grab his cock. Instead, he settled his hands on his hips. Treatise lifted him from the water and to the left, placing him on the seat molded in the corner of the large garden tub.

  “What are you—” Walter began, finding himself sprawled on the low seat. The water lapped around his sides and his hard shaft jutted from his groin, which was now above water.

  Treatise rocked forward, kneeling before him. The sudden move sent water rushing over the sides of the tub, but he ignored it. Instead, he gave Walter a feral smile, showing off his sharp canines.

  “I promised a blowjob,” Treatise growled. “And I want your seed.”

  With that explanation, Treatise returned his hands to Walter’s hips. He lowered his head and opened his mouth. Sticking out his long, slender tongue, he dragged it all around the head of Walter’s weeping prick.

  Walter groaned, gripping the side of his seat. He wanted to grab the gargoyle’s head and thread his fingers through his long black hair. He’d loose it from the queue Treatise kept it in, wrap it around his fingers, and use it to hold his head as he fucked his mouth. Unfortunately, he wasn’t certain if he should.

  Would that make Treatise stop?

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sp; Treatise seemed to sense his indecision. He peered up at him through his lashes and stated, “I would never deny your touch, Walter. I would love the feel of your hands on me.”

  Walter jerked a nod. Words, however, were beyond him, for in the next instant, Treatise once again lowered his head. This time, the gargoyle opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Walter’s erection. He sucked strongly, creating the most delicious pull on his flared cap.

  Releasing his hold on the tub, Walter grabbed for Treatise. He cupped the gargoyle’s skull, threading his fingers through his hair. At the same time, he bucked his hips, needing more.

  Treatise didn’t deny him. He opened his mouth wide and took Walter’s cock to the back of his throat. Somehow, he even managed to swallow around his head, causing the tightest, most amazing massage around his head.

  Once more, Walter felt his balls roll in his sack. This time, he fought it. He wanted more of these sensations. He wanted this to go on forever.

  Walter knew that wasn’t possible. Already his balls tightened. The base of his spine tingled, shooting zings up his back, heralding his impending orgasm.

  When Treatise moved one hand from his hip and slid his finger back into his ass, Walter knew it was game over. With unerring precision, the gargoyle nailed his prostate. He massaged the nub.

  Roaring, Walter came. His balls unloaded, forcing his seed up his stalk and into Treatise’s waiting mouth. Instead of pulling away, the gargoyle swallowed, drinking him down as he continued to work his prostate.

  Walter’s pleasure pulsed through him and from him. Waves of tingling bliss zipped through his system. He roared his lover’s name, then released him. Blissed-out, he allowed his arms and legs to flop to the tile tub-surround. He just managed to keep himself from banging his head on the wall.

  Never had Walter come so hard. Of course, he’d never had a blowjob like that, either. His last one had been with a girl he was trying to pretend he was attracted to. What Treatise had done was beyond anything his teenage fumblings could have prepared him for.

  Getting his head together a little, Walter peeled open eyes he hadn’t realized he’d closed. He peered up at Treatise, meeting his gaze. His gargoyle stared down at him, his eyes heavy lidded with arousal and something else... pride.

  Smiling at Treatise, Walter forced himself to sit up. He lifted his arms, fighting through his trembling muscles. Placing his hands on the big beast’s broad chest, he took his time sliding his palms over his chest. He enjoyed the feel of the gargoyle’s muscled hide and reveled in getting to explore his lover, another first time for him.

  Yes, this gargoyle is my lover, my mate.

  Marveling at that heady realization, Walter skimmed his fingertips along Treatise’s abs. He traced the delineated lines of his abdominal muscles, impressed by the definition. When his hand bumped into something long and thick, he tore his gaze away from Treatise’s intense, feral expression.

  Walter stared down at the golden shaft jutting from Treatise’s groin. It appeared long, perhaps nine or ten inches and uncut. His flared head gleamed with pre-cum and his foreskin was pulled back, revealing the wide slit.

  Lowering his hands just a little, Walter wrapped both hands around Treatise’s thickness. He jacked slowly from root to tip and back again. As he worked him, he listened to the gargoyle’s grunts and groans.

  More pre-cum oozed from Treatise’s dick. Walter swiped his thumb over the wet head, then massaged the fluid into the wrinkled flesh under the cap. Hearing Treatise hiss, Walter grinned. Lowering his other hand, he cupped the male’s balls gently, testing their weight and the gargoyle’s sensitivity.

  Treatise lifted his hands to Walter’s shoulders. He used his hold to steady himself as he rocked his hips. “Gods, your hands feel amazing on me,” he muttered. “Please, tighter, faster.”

  Walter obeyed the hissed command. Tightening his fist around Treatise’s erection, he stopped massaging the wrinkled skin and began jacking him in earnest. He worked his cock, tighter on the upstroke, then looser on the down stroke, as if his movements could milk the gargoyle’s seed from him. He rolled Treatise’s balls, gently massaging the orbs through the thin flesh of his sack.

  Groaning, Treatise bucked into his hold. He rocked his hips, back and forth. “Walter,” he whined. “Oh, fuck yeah! So close!”

  On the next upstroke, Walter scraped his thumbnail across Treatise’s cap. The gargoyle roared. While his hips jerked once, then froze, the dick in his grip swelled and twitched.

  Pulse after pulse of seed streamed from the big male’s cock. The pearly essence splattered on Walter’s chest and thighs as well as coating his hand. He continued to stroke his moaning, twitching lover, drawing out his orgasm as best he could.

  Huffing and panting, Treatise rubbed his thumbs over his collarbones. “Holy shit, my mate,” he mumbled, his voice thick. “I love your touch. I could do this with you all day.” Then, he reached down with his right hand and gripped his wrist. “But I think it’s time we moved this out of the bathroom.”

  Walter released Treatise’s softening cock and his balls. He pulled from the gargoyle’s grip and lifted that hand to his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, he lapped at the seed that had dribbled onto his fingers. Treatise’s cum tasted thick and salty, and to Walter’s thinking, perfect.

  Meeting Treatise’s gaze, seeing renewed heat in the gargoyle’s dark eyes, Walter murmured, “That sounds perfect to me.”

  Chapter Eight

  Treatise struggled to catch his breath even as he washed water up and over Walter’s body. While he’d have preferred to lick his seed from his mate’s body, he knew he could do that another time. He wanted Walter in bed sooner rather than later.

  After clearing away the last of his fluids from Walter’s chest and thighs, Treatise stood. He wrapped an arm around Walter’s waist and helped him to his feet. Knowing his mate’s muscles had to be tired from his exertions, once they were out of the tub, Treatise didn’t let him pull away.

  “Come on,” Treatise urged, grabbing a towel from the rack. “Let’s get you dried off and back to bed.”

  After wrapping the towel around Walter’s shoulders, Treatise grabbed one for himself. He tossed it over his own shoulder, then led them to the bedroom. Once he’d eased Walter into a sitting position on the bed, he grabbed the edges of the towel around his shoulders and rubbed it over his human, drying him off.

  Dropping the towel to the floor, Treatise began rubbing his body with his own. “If you want to fuck me first, you know I’m amenable to that,” he rumbled as he walked to the nightstand.

  Treatise pulled out a tube of lube and held it up, smiling reassuringly at him. “But to complete a bond, it does have to go both ways,” he reminded bluntly.

  Walter pushed himself backward on the bed. He sprawled on the comforter, spreading his legs. “You already started stretching me with your finger up my ass,” he murmured. “I figure it can’t take too much for you to finish what you started and fuck me.”

  While Treatise wanted to take Walter up on his offer, no questions asked, he knew he couldn’t. “It will take a few minutes,” he admitted, dropping his own towel to join the other. “It’s your first time and you’re tight. I want to make certain you’re more than ready, my mate.”

  Licking his lips, Walter stared up at him. He roved his gaze over his chest, his expression appreciative. Reaching down, his human palmed his half-hard prick.

  “Why don’t you suck me again while you stretch me, then?” Walter offered roughly. “I liked that. It’s a great distractor from everything.”

  Sprawled on the bed, his black hair spread out like a dark halo around his flushed faced. With his hand on his dick, stroking himself to hardness, to Treatise, Walter looked like a beautiful dark angel. Treatise’s dick thickened back to full arousal at the spectacular sight.

  I want him... my mate.

  “I would be more than happy to do that,” Treatise gr
owled, knee-walking into position between Walter’s spread knees. “I will suckle your prick and drive you to distraction while I stretch you and prepare you to take my shaft.”

  As Treatise spoke, he popped the cap off the lid and poured a liberal dollop onto his fingers. He wrapped his hand around the last six inches of his tail, lubing his appendage, before pouring more onto his hand. He closed the tube, then tossed it to the comforter. Placing his now free hand on the mattress next to Walter’s shoulder, he levered over his lover.

  “Feel free to come, my mate,” Treatise told him, grinning up at him. “Because I mean to drive you wild.” He leered and winked, then added, “Just don’t think it will get you out of me popping your cherry.”

  Walter snorted, a grin creasing his thin lips. “Do your worst, gargoyle,” he teased.

  “Oh, no, my handsome Indian. I mean to do my best.”

  With that parting shot, Treatise lowered his head. He sealed his lips over his mate’s, thrusting out his tongue and sinking it deep. He figured Walter could still taste traces of his seed on Treatise’s tongue, but his human didn’t deny him. He opened wide and accepted him into his mouth, even sucking lightly on his appendage.

  Treatise fed his lover a groan. As he lapped at Walter’s teeth, teased his tongue, and mapped his cavity, he slid his tail up the inside of Walter’s thigh. By feel, he found Walter’s opening and teased the entrance with his tail before sliding his thin appendage a few inches into his human.

  Walter arched, yanking his mouth away from Treatise’s own as he gasped. Lifting his head so he could watch his mate’s responses more fully, Treatise pressed his tail deeper and found his lover’s prostate. He rubbed it, pleased when he heard his mate groan. The way Walter trembled, the noises he made as he writhed beneath Treatise, were the best kind of music.

  “Wh-What is that?” Walter ground out.