My head shot up and my eyes hurt widened as I felt a wet and hot sensation again the tip of my cock. "Pan!!" I screamed in shock, did he seriously just licked me?!
Apparently so, as he did it again, a little more vigorously this time. I gasped, holding back at moan in my throat and pulled roughly on the ropes that were chafing my wrists again like the chains did. "Stop it!" I yelled angrily, but obviously Pan had no such intention of stopping. Yes, obviously I didn't want him to stop but he couldn't do this, if this was going to a regular thing we have to talk about it.
But instead listening to me or removing his tongue, he slowly slid my erection into his mouth and I screamed in both disgust and pleasure. He had stop! He had to stop this right now and we have to talk! "Pan! Take that out of your filthy mouth, you disgusting little whore!" The words just came out, it was better than me begging him not to stop which I was getting to the point of if he didn't stop soon. It felt amazing, sure but that's not the point.
Pan was very clear about not stopping though he was exploring every inch with tongue and he seemed to be particularly fond of my tip as he kept going back up to lick or suck it and he sucked it a little more in curiosity I supposed when I felt pre-cum leak out.
Though Pan was definitely an annoyance and more recently a sexual annoyance I have to be honest, I've never felt such intense pleasure in my life and maybe it was such intense pleasure as it was coming from the least likely of sources. He didn't care anymore that the person doing this was my mortal enemy, I didn't care that I hated the boy, I didn't even care that Pan was nothing but a curious teen or whatever age he was. All relevance to it was lost as I surrendered to the marvelous feeling surging through me. It was only by the time I felt my orgasm approaching that I managed to clear my mind enough to remember I was still inside the boy's mouth.
There's no way I could orgasm like this. Well, actually I could, but I don't really want to. That's actually lies, I do want to but I shouldn't. It's not right, I can't do that. "Pan." I tried to get his attention in the calmest way possible that clearly came out as a moan but the boy wouldn't stop his rhythmical pace.
"Pan, stop it." He wasn't going to believe that, not when I'm groaning and moaning it out. He staggered a bit but didn't stop. I couldn't take much more of this, I had to stop before I came. "Pan..." I moaned again, but Peter chose to ignore him. I moaned in both pleasure and frustration as I hit my head against the headboard to get his attention.
"Peter!" I called out loudly to him.
He lifted his head up confusion clear on his face.
I knew it was because of A: I had asked him to stop even though I was clearly enjoying his sinful mouth and tongue and B: I never use his first name, I always call him "Pan." He stuttered a little as he spoke. "W-what?" I took a few deep breaths and sighed. "Untie me and leave." His eyes widened with confusion and he furrowed his eyebrows.
"What?! No!" He said in disbelief, he looked at me before he leaned back down to continue, but I interrupted him again."Pan, I want you to stop!" I know it was clear lies and I'm pretty sure he knew it was clear lies but I don't want to cum into a 14 year olds' mouth, thank you.
No! No, no no! Definitely not!
"And if I don't want to?" Pan retorted, I took another shaky breath and looked at him. "Look... I'm about to... you know... so... stop it," I said to him rather awkwardly, I didn't know how else to explain it. Pan looked at me confused and laughed a little. "You're about to what?" "I'm about to cum, climax, orgasm, whatever you wanna call it!" I blurted out, how else was I meant to say it especially to someone like Pan who doesn't listen. "Is that what it's called when you're... done?" I nodded with a sigh.
"Yes, Pan. That's what it's called, now get the hell away from me!"I snapped, the pleasure no longer controlling my words. Pan laughed a little and looked at me. "Isn't that the point though?" I sighed with exasperation, I'm not explaining this when I'm an inch away from an orgasm. "Yes, but not while I'm inside your mouth!" I told him. "Why not? Is it poisonous?" He asked confused, I shook my head. "Well, no. But-" "Then what's the problem? Aren't you enjoying it?" He asked softly, crawling up towards my face and his hand took over his mouth's earlier position.
"I know you are. I know that you want it. I know how much you love what I'm doing, you would have tried harder to stop me if you weren't enjoying it. I know you want to... cum in my mouth." He smirked at me and I shivered at his words, they made my stomach sink. Did Pan even know what he was saying? Was he just repeating my words to see if they had any effect on me.
He didn't wait for an reply from me as he moved back down, enveloping my cock with his hot, wet mouth again. Whatever I didn't care anymore if Pan wanted this then who am I to argue? I was tied up anyway so it's not like I could even do much to stop him. I'm too far gone now, there's nothing I could to stop my oncoming orgasm just because Pan is disobedient child who doesn't listen to a word I say, if I'm lucky he'll learn his lesson and leave me alone after this.
His fast, strong movements quickly dragged me towards the edge again, and this time I don't care about holding back, Pan will learn his lesson, this is what happens when you poke around at things you don't know about and you shouldn't do things like this if you can't handle the consequences. I moaned loudly that was more like a growl and shivered as felt the pleasure of my orgasm hit me.
Pan nearly choked on it and he must have realised that there was a lot more that come out than he originally thought, and with the full length of my cock in his mouth it made it quite difficult for him to swallow it all down. So in result of that he ended up spitting half of it out in a coughing fit, though it was all over my bed now I'm glad he's hopefully learned his lesson. "You can clean that up, considering you if it." He looked up at me and nodded.
"I-I'm sorry," Pan coughed a few more times before he he got up to clean the mess, I snarled at him before he could. "Pan! Untie me first!" He flew above me to untie the ropes but hesitated and bit his lip floating back a bit. "You won't hit me again, will you?" He asked worry clear in his voice.
"That's for me to know and you to find out. Now untie me!" I barked angrily at him with a glare.
It may have just been my eyes without my glasses but did Pan look quite upset? He looked as if I had beaten him up. Pan undid the ropes hesitantly and then gave me an fearful look I've never seen on the boy before.
An hour ago, I'd be throttling the boy with my now freed hand and probably would killed him given the chance, but right now I'm not actually angry, I want to be because of his hasty, unexpected actions but I'm not. I looked up at the boy's uncertain eyes I didn't feel angry I felt bad. Though I wanted him to learn his lesson, I was perhaps a little too willing I shouldn't have been and have the kid the wrong idea.
"Get out." I told him barely above a whisper pulling the covers up to my neck, he didn't reply just left silently. I felt so terrible; how could I have done that? Why didn't I tried harder to stop the kid from doing this? Because I was a sick bastard, that's why. I told the kid I didn't want it and yet I still continued with it. I could kept kicking him away, there was ways I could have stopped him without the use of my tied up arms.
And I know he's going to want to do that again or something similar and I gave him the wrong idea thinking I want it because I let myself finish.
How can I ever live with myself after this?
How could I be so despicable to let someone like Pan do that to me?
