Convalescence (MxM)

Abandon Your Composure (6- New Ending Version)

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Ammon was ruthless, using both hands to hold Deimos's head in place as he thrust the entirety of his length down Deimos's throat. Tears practically poured from his eyes as Ammon pounded into his mouth. All Deimos could focus on was how Ammon's length beat into him, surely bruising him and tearing the edges of his lips. He couldn't breathe, his hands pushing at Ammon's hips instinctually, his face turning shades of red as the veins in his neck began to protrude.

Blake sat dumbfounded, his mouth slightly ajar as he watched. Ammon's load slid right down Deimos's throat, his cock pulsing with his orgasm. Tears streaked down Deimos's face, creating pathways as Ammon's girth stretched his lips apart, the sides of his lips continuing to bleed.

Deimos's mind went completely numb from the intensity, his jaw slack as Ammon repeatedly hit the back of his throat, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he clawed at his neck, desperate for breath as his consciousness began fading.

Ammon groaned as his orgasm slowly passed, looking down to Deimos with a lazy grin, his cheeks slightly flushed as he finally pulled his nearly limp cock from within Deimos's mouth. He had an almost gentle grip in Deimos's hair, the tightness of it loosening as he came down from the high of his orgasm. Completely releasing his grip, Deimos fell to the floor, coughing as he gripped his neck, Ammon's sperm dripping from his lips and down his chin as he choked.

"If you can't even handle this much, how do you expect to satisfy me?" The smirk on Ammon's flushed face sent shivers down Blake's spine. A part of him wanted to object, to tell Deimos that it was okay, he could take it.

Just as Blake went to speak, Deimos wiped the bloodied cum mixture from his mouth, his golden hues glaring up to Ammon. His face was still red, and his eyes looked dazed, like he was on a high from the lack of oxygen to his brain.

"I can keep going." His words were firm, final, but his tone was weak, haggard and hoarse from the abuse he had endured. Blake swallowed the lump in his throat.

Ammon smirked, once again taking Deimos by his hair. He pulled hard enough to drag Deimos as he walked towards the bed. He practically threw Deimos onto the blood-stained sheets.

"Bend over the edge of the bed and spread your hole open for me. Let's see how long you last." Blake clenched his thighs, glued to his seat as his erection throbbed, unable to look away as his head grew foggy from the mix of arousal and guilt clinging to him.

Deimos grimaced but begrudgingly followed Ammon's orders. Blake couldn't help but wince at the sight, seeing the redness, the bruises on Deimos's backside, the blood that had begun to dry clinging to the edges of his entrance, originating from the angry and festering rip Ammon had caused.

Ammon ran his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes lighting up with excitement, an eagerness making him twitch. He almost couldn't believe his eyes; Was this really the same Deimos he had to chain up in the middle of the night? He felt ecstatic, taking in the view.

"Blake. Get up. Sit on the bed in front of Deimos" Ammon's voice was low and demanding, Blake following his orders with little hesitation as Deimos flinched but didn't move, his body trembling the longer he was forced to stay in this position.

Soon, Blake was on his knees on the bed, Deimos's head inches from Blake's legs as their eyes met. Blake's heart was pounding while Deimos's molten eyes stared up at him, shame brimming just beyond his pupils.

Ammon's hand came down forcefully on Deimos's ass, causing him to jerk forward, his head bumping into Blake as he breathed through his teeth, clenching his jaw while continuing to hold the humiliating position.