Smooth Surrender: A Night of Razored Lust 💋
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Alex’s heart pounded like a bass drum as he stepped into Marcus’s sleek penthouse, the city skyline glittering beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. Sweat from their brutal kickboxing session at the gym still clung to his lithe frame, blond hair matted, skin salty under the tight tank top. Marcus, the grizzled 45-year-old trainer with a chiseled jaw shadowed by silver stubble, locked the door with a click that echoed too loud.
“Shower first, kid. You reek of effort—and I like it.” Marcus’s gravelly voice sent a shiver down Alex’s spine, his broad shoulders flexing as he stripped off his own shirt, revealing a torso etched with tattoos and hard muscle.
Chapter 1: Penthouse Heatwave 🔥
The air hummed with the faint ozone of the gym lingering on their clothes. Alex hesitated, pulse racing, as Marcus flicked on dim lights, casting golden pools across leather couches and a massive flatscreen mounted like a throne.
“Don’t just stand there. Bath’s this way.” Marcus grabbed Alex’s wrist, pulling him toward the master suite. Marble floors chilled bare feet, but heat built elsewhere—low, insistent.
Alex’s mind flashed back to the gym mirror earlier that evening. Marcus spotting him on deadlifts, hands gripping his hips a beat too long, breath hot on his neck. “Lift like you mean it, boy. Show me that core.” The words had stirred something primal, cock thickening in workout shorts.
Now, in the opulent bathroom, steam rose fast from the filling tub. Ylang-ylang bubbles foamed, sharp and exotic, cutting through sweat’s musk. Marcus poured amber liquid from a decanter—gin fizz, biting and sweet—handing Alex a glass.
“Strip. Now.” Command wrapped in velvet. Alex peeled off clothes, cock half-hard already, bobbing free. Mirrors everywhere multiplied his exposure, every angle of smooth chest, lean abs, blond pubes sparse but darkening.
Marcus sipped, eyes devouring. He shed his gear slow, deliberate, his thick cock swinging heavy between tree-trunk thighs. Water sloshed as he stepped in first, beckoning. “Get in. Between my legs.”
Alex sank back against Marcus’s chest, hard heat pressing his spine. Soap-slick hands roamed—shoulders first, thumbs digging knots loose, then lower, circling nipples till they peaked like bullets.
“Fuck, you’re tense,” Marcus growled, nipping Alex’s earlobe. Fingers trailed abs, teasing navel, dipping to thighs. Gooseflesh rippled despite the warmth. Alex’s dick throbbed, pre-cum pearl at the slit, untouched yet aching.
“Time to clean you up proper.” Marcus’s voice dropped, husky. A razor gleamed on the ledge—fresh blade. Alex froze, gin buzzing his veins.
“Legs up. Trust me.” Marcus nudged knees apart, calf hooked on tub rim. Cool steel kissed skin above knee, scraping slow. Each pass electric, skin tingling raw-smooth. Water rinsed foam, revealing pink trail.
Higher now, inner thigh quivering. Marcus’s free hand pinned Alex’s hip, thumb stroking bone. “Arch up, boy. Let me get those balls smooth.” Alex obeyed, hips lifting, cock slapping wet belly.
Blade hissed through pubes, meticulous. Thumb grazed shaft underside—once, twice—smearing slickness. “Good boy. So fucking obedient.” Breath ragged, Marcus finished, blowing cool air over bare mound. Alex shuddered, hole clenching empty.
They rose, water sheeting off. Towels rough on tender skin, Marcus’s hands lingering, kneading ass cheeks. “Silk robe. Downstairs for round two.”
Chapter 2: Video Temptation
Living room pulsed with low jazz from hidden speakers. Marcus plated smoked salmon, crusty bread, olives slick with oil—salty bites mirroring sweat’s tang. Alex perched on the sectional, robe gaping, smooth thighs gleaming under lamplight.
“Watch this. Fuels the fire.” Remote clicked. Screen flared: two ripped young boxers in a dimly lit gym office, shorts yanked down by their hulking coach—paddle in hand for “slacking in sparring.”
First kid bent over desk, pale ass flexing. Paddle whistled, crack! echoing like thunder. Red stripe bloomed, boy yelping, knuckles white. Coach’s bulge strained track pants, sadistic grin.
“See that mark? Pristine skin takes it best,” Marcus murmured, feeding Alex an olive, finger lingering on lips. Hand on Alex’s knee now, inching up silk.
Second boxer, freckled shoulders tense, took his licks—paddle bites drawing grunts, hips bucking. Coach paused, rubbing welts slow, fingers dipping cleft. Boys’ cocks hardened, dripping on wood.
Alex squirmed, robe tenting. Marcus poured fresh drinks—ice clinking, lime sharp. “Legs apart.” Fingers traced razor-pink skin, cool cream jar snatched from side table. Aloe and musk bloomed, soothing stubble burn.
“Bend forward.” Marcus worked cream in, palms gliding thighs, balls cupped gentle then firm. Alex gasped, ass tilting instinctive. Thumb circled pucker—foreign pressure, insistent.
“Relax into it, slut.” Push deeper, knuckle breaching. Alex moaned, velvet walls gripping. Marcus twisted, prostate nudged—stars burst. Cock leaked steady now.
“Enough tease.” Marcus withdrew slick finger, smirking. Video ramped: boys on knees, coach’s monster cock freed—veiny, nine inches throbbing. They stroked tandem, tongues lapping slit, slurps wet and desperate.
Chapter 3: Kneeling Obedience 💋
Alex’s mouth watered, mirroring screen. Marcus’s hand cupped his chin. “Your turn. Suck like them.”
Robe pooled floor. Alex knelt on plush rug, Marcus’s robe falling open. Cock loomed—girthier up close, veins pulsing, balls heavy-scented musk and soap.
“Tongue first.” Alex lapped crown, salty pre-cum flooding tastebuds. Marcus groaned low, fist in blond hair guiding deeper. Lips stretched, jaw aching sweet.
“Fuck yeah, deeper throat.” Gagging reflex fought, but Marcus thrust shallow, drool spilling chin. Mirrors caught it all—Alex’s flushed cheeks hollowing, ass clench visible.
Video synced: coach face-fucking one boy, paddle marks glowing. Alex hummed around meat, vibration drawing curses. Balls tapped chin, rhythm building—sloppy, primal.
Sudden yank up. “Not yet.” Marcus hauled Alex to balcony doors, city lights blurring. Cool night air hit bare skin as they stepped out, railing cold on palms.
Pressed face-down against glass, ass presented. Marcus behind, cock nestling cleft. “Beg for it.”
“Please… fuck my hole,” Alex whimpered, new desperation raw.
Spit-slick fingers plunged—two now, scissoring. Prostate hammered relentless. “Tight little virgin ass. Mine tonight.”
Third finger stretched, burn-pleasure blurring. Alex rutted air, smooth balls slapping thighs.
Chapter 4: Paddle Echoes 🔥
Back inside, video looped punishment. Marcus grabbed a leather paddle from drawer—real, heavy. “Echo the screen.”
Alex bent sofa arm, ass high. First strike smack!—fire bloomed cheeks. He yelped, cock jerking approval.
“Count ’em, boy. Ten.”
“One! Thank you, sir.” Routine formed—whap, cry, thanks. Skin scorched ruby by five, tears pricking. Marcus rubbed between, fingers teasing hole.
At eight, paddle grazed balls—tease agony. Nine cracked cleft, ten centered hole. Alex sobbed, endorphins surging, cock drooling puddle.
“Good slut. Now ride me.” Marcus sprawled couch, lube bottle popped. Alex straddled, lowering slow on fat head. Breach burned divine, walls yielding inch by inch.
“Fuck, so tight.” Hips bucked up, burying full. Alex bounced frantic, nipples pinched, mouth claimed rough—tongue fuck mirroring ass.
Senses overloaded: slap of skin, grunts guttural, lube squelch, ass musk thick, taste of gin and pre-cum mingled.
Chapter 5: Mirror Madness
Sweat-slick, Marcus carried Alex to bedroom—mirrors infinite, reflections endless orgy. Laid on massive four-poster, legs hooked shoulders.
Piledrived deep, balls-deep thrusts pistoning. “Watch yourself take it.” Mirrors showed: hole gaping around girth, pink ass rippling, face wrecked ecstasy.
“Who’s my smooth cocksleeve?” Marcus growled, pace brutal.
“Me! Yours!” Alex babbled, prostate milked dry almost—pre-cum ropes splattering abs.
New toy: cuffs from drawer, wrists bound headboard. Marcus edged—slow grinds, then jackhammer. Fingers choked light, vision spotting white.
“Gonna fill this gut.” Swell hit, knot-like. Alex screamed orgasm ripping—no hands, ass clenching milking. Cum flooded hot, painting walls white inside.
Marcus collapsed, plugging deep. “Stay full, boy.”
Chapter 6: Dawn’s Afterglow
Dawn filtered gold through blinds. Alex woke plugged, cum dried sticky. Marcus stirred, cock twitching revival.
“Round three? Gym later—earn more.” Grin wolfish. Alex nodded, addicted. Fingers traced fresh welts, smooth skin humming.
Shower reprise: mutual soaping, cocks frotting slick. Marcus shaved Alex’s pits now—intimate, blade tickling. “All mine to groom.”
Kitchen breakfast: eggs sizzle, coffee bitter-black. Ass sat tender on stool, reminder throbbing. Marcus fed bites, thumb swiping lip.
“Friday ritual now. Be here next week—naked at door.” Alex shivered yes, hole fluttering memory. Penthouse exit buzzed open, world normal again—but forever changed, smooth-surrendered.
Their scents clung: sweat, cum, ylang-ylang eternal. Alex walked gingerly, craving next burn. 🔥
