Let's Trade

Which he did, by repeating the action five separate times on one cheek then the other. Rizef flinched under each one, his face burning with humiliation as the pops on his flesh echoed throughout the abandoned square. He couldn't help but envision people curiously peeking outside to see what all the racket was about only to find him being molested by the heir to the Venhight fortune. No, he rather found that he did not enjoy it at all.

Thankfully, Dren was quickly satisfied by his own actions and rewarded Rizef's compliance by caressing his ass again before roughly grabbing and squeezing with both hands. As if it hurt him more than it did Rizef, Dren let out a low moan, the sound tickling Rizef's ears.

Dren let him go after a moment and noisily sucked on what Rizef realized were his dirty fingers. He knew what that meant and tried not to stiffen as Dren spread his ass open and began working a finger into his tight hole. His fists clenched and he struggled not to drop the peach at the foreign pressure. Behind him, Dren began to breathe a little harder as his forefinger was embraced. He moved slowly, staying true to his word to be gentle, showing a kindness that Rizef was surprised by. Once he reached the end of his big knuckle, Dren began to withdraw, but instead of whipping it out and forcing two in like the other man had done, Dren eased gently back in.

He rotated his hand as he did so, procuring a muffled mur of pleasure from Rizef. Back and forth he moved the single digit in and out, occasionally twisting and varying the speed. Dren's free hand was kneading Rizef's asscheek as if seeking comfort from it; in opposition to his controlled behavior, his breathing was labored, and against Rizef's better judgment, he was starting to get concerned.

Eventually satisfied, Dren withdrew his finger completely, then wasting no time, began easing in two. Rizef surprised himself by pushing into them the best he could, the feeling of being full relaxing him completely, coaxing him into forgetting that they were being vulgar out in the open. Dren seemed just as surprised by his compliance and worked his fingers faster and harder, practically spearing them in as Rizef thrust back. He barely had time to take a breath when Dren removed the peach and spun it to a fresh patch of skin before slamming it back into his face. He was starting to wonder if the peach was supposed to be a gag instead of nourishment.

Dren's breathing changed once more as he pushed his fingers as far in as they would go, wriggling and bumping against sensitive nerves that had Rizef mindlessly whimpering and jerking his hips in a desperate attempt to increase the friction, his hole tightening to get the most pleasure out of it.

"I knew you'd like this," Dren spoke for the first time in minutes, his voice a low guttural growl that had Rizef wanting to taste the words directly from the source. "Look at how wanton you are with my fingers inside you. I bet you'll lose all control once I fuck you with my cock."

"Mmmhm..." was all Rizef could muster, hopeful that Dren would fulfill his promise without delay.

Dren chuckled, the hand he'd been using to clutch at the outcast disappearing. It took Rizef all of two seconds to realize that Dren was removing his trousers one handedly, and judging by the sigh of relief, had managed it perfectly. Rizef wished very much that he could watch Dren pleasure himself but had to make do with his imagination instead. The wet whapping sounds were enough to paint a pretty picture.

What a sight it must be. Dren, stoic and levelheaded for his age, standing out in the open with his trousers slouching down his shapely thighs, happily pleasuring himself whilst cramming his fingers inside the tight ass of the town's favorite laughingstock. They must have looked debauched, the pair of them out in the open like this, especially with Rizef being unable to move and his mouth stuffed with food. It was laughable.

The disappointment when Dren pulled his fingers out of him surprised Rizef, but he supposed that his body had complete control over his mind. It had occurred so quickly that he had to wonder how bad he had subconsciously wanted Dren to manhandle him like this. Or rather, that he had missed being touched in a way that didn't involve blood and bruises. In either case, if this was what he had to do to be fed by the other man, then he could quickly get used to it.

"I hope you're ready," Dren murmured. Rizef could only moan back in answer, his legs spread to further show his willingness. "Gods, you're beautiful like this."

Rizef blushed, but that was short lived as Dren spread his ass apart with shaking hands and began pushing the thick, damp head of his cock against his stretched and waiting hole. Rizef moaned fitfully as the blunt tip struggled to spear him open, the near constant stream of Dren's precum aiding along in the effort. For a moment he was afraid that it wouldn't be able to get in, until eventually it inserted itself in one smooth shove.

Rizef rolled his eyes heavenward as he felt his hole immediately close in around Dren's wide and generous shaft as it took its time pushing inside. Dren held onto his hips, nails digging in sharply, already panting from the effort before letting go with one hand to grip the top of the stocks; the wood creaked under his grip. Dren's fingers were, of course, no match for the girth and length of his cock. It took next to no time for Dren to exceed past where his fingers had ended, the tip outright stabbing the spot that had Rizef bucking earlier. Rizef bit forcibly into the peach, barely aware and not caring as it fell to the earth. His teeth were clenched tightly as Dren's cock never stopped tunneling through, high pitched whines escaping him as he swore it began to push aside his shriveling guts in order to comfortably fit.

Then Dren paused, held position, and began withdrawing. Rizef knew that hadn't been the entire thing, but he didn't mind, knowing that it'd be back and would probably try and go further. The next push was just as slow and a little easier to take, and the third and so on very much so. Dren made careful sure not to let his lust take control, and Rizef appreciated that even though he wished that Dren would let completely loose and fuck the shit out of him.

To help him along, Rizef mimicked what he had done to his fingers and squeezed and thrust back against him to get harder impacts. Cussing, Dren clutched at the stocks over his head with both hands and began to move his hips in the way Rizef wanted, the caution he had shown earlier nowhere to be seen as he slipped fully inside of the smaller teen with his entire length, his swollen ballsack swinging up to knock against Rizef's with each hard thrust.

Within seconds the sharp, staccato slapping of their skin echoed throughout the quiet streets, punctuated by both men openly grunting from deep within their throats. A dog started barking somewhere close by, and Rizef swore he caught sight of someone peering at them through a window before hastily disappearing. The urge to laugh at the realization that he didn't give a shit anymore about who saw or what they thought bubbled out of him, the sound stuttering as Dren's frantic fucking caused it to come out in huffs that dissolved into lustful moaning.

Dren was, to put it simply, a better lover than that man had been. Back then, Rizef had allowed him to use his body in an attempted cure for loneliness for both their sakes. The man was missing his wife as he travelled selling his wares and Rizef had been bereft of human contact for three entire weeks after having left home on a whim following his eighteenth birthday. Their meeting out in the wilderness had been a miracle of the gods, or so the man claimed after sweating all over him for a measly couple of minutes. While it wasn't the greatest, Rizef had been satiated and happy - that was, until he reached his new 'home' and learned about true suffering. But now, for the first time in forever, he was elated.

Dren had a mastery over both control and chaos that stole Rizef's breath away and filled him with awe. His actions were desperate yet concise, from the way he alternated evenly between long and shallow thrusts to the way his entire body undulated sensually while humping with his dick fully sheathed before rearing back and shoveling the entire thing back in with the full power of his hips, forcing a loud yelp to leave Rizef's quivering lips. It was not unlike a well thought out dance that only members of high society practiced, and Rizef was glad to be his partner. No, more than glad. Blessed. It was simply heavenly. Rizef wished he could watch Dren at work, but all turning his head did was provide him a view of the shuddering stocks instead of the wonder that was Dren's handsome countenance, lewd and flushed red with gratification.

Dren's cool hands abruptly returned to Rizef after having not touched him since entering him some minutes ago, the added sensory sending his lust into an uncontrollable whirlwind. If it weren't for the contraption holding him in place, Rizef would have collapsed to his knees, his limbs numb and useless. One of Dren's firm hands slipped under the hem of his shirt to skitter up his gaunt belly to find and pinch at his nipples while the other wrapped securely around his drooling, untouched cock, fondling it like it was a thing to be treasured.

"Oh, Dren," he breathed, his frozen toes curling in the ground's gritty surface as hot gel spread throughout his body and stole his mind, outright making him forget his own name.

Liking that, Dren moaned Rizef's own name back at him, the sound sweet yet possessive. He spread his fingers against his chest so that he could simultaneously press Rizef's tense nipples, sending ripples of indescribable pleasure racing along his sensitive nerve endings. The sweaty hand clutching his aching cock began to pump in rhythm with their impromptu fuck, tenderness cast aside in favor of a blur of movement that gripped him fully from root to tip with the demanding pressure. Rizef bit into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his hips desperately tilting and bucking to take full advantage of the aristocrat's hand and cock, but the instant his orgasm burst out of him he couldn't control himself and let out a broken scream that shook him to his core.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dren chanted, thrusting for all he was worth as he frantically thumbed Rizef's convulsing cockhead, then unable to keep it in any longer, ground hard against Rizef's trembling ass and gifted him with his thick, hot load in a series of short spurts that coaxed Dren into letting out quiet little whimpers that Rizef couldn't help but adore.

Rizef let out one last languid moan as he was filled with his lover's seed, his body limp in the stocks as his own spent cock dribbled all over the dropped and forgotten peach. For the first time in ages, the street fell into absolute silence aside from their gasping pants. It took Dren a long time to want to pull out, and when he did he did it slowly, savoring the way Rizef's pliant muscles caressed him until his head slipped out, smearing sticky liquid against the crease of Rizef's left asscheek. Rizef tiredly twitched, his hole sensitive and struggling to hold on to Dren's creamy sperm. It was nice and warm, perhaps the best gift he had ever received.

Rizef was barely aware when Dren pulled up his tatty pants and redid them for him before straightening out his own clothes. When Dren walked back around, he had his fingers between his lips, sucking on them with a hazy look in his eyes as he glanced Rizef over. The moment he noticed the lack of something in Rizef's mouth he glanced down, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded the cum splattered fruit.

"'M sorry," Rizef slurred before Dren could berate him.

Dren, to his confusion, shrugged. He withdrew his fingers to speak, making Rizef blush when he belatedly realized that Dren had been cleaning them of Rizef's spent.

"Don't worry about it, there's plenty more where that came from." And with that, he reached into his pocket and procured a large black key.

Rizef immediately perked up from the drowsy bed of bliss, his eyes wide. "Is that the-?"

"Let's say we get you home and cleaned up?"

Rizef stared at him dumbly, barely comprehending the words as the key was inserted into the lock and turned. It actually hurt to straighten up to his proper height, but Dren patiently rubbed his back as he adjusted, his keen eyes searching him over for damage. Aside from the bruises and splinters from where his flesh rested against the wood for hours and the slaps on his ass that Dren had blessed him with, Rizef surmised that he would be fine within a couple of days.

Dren reached into his satchel and procured a small black herb that Rizef recognized as being for pain relief, the brittle leaves neatly tucked in to prevent it from crumbling into dust. Dren handed it over and instructed him to chew on it then spit out the paste once the acrid flavor became diluted. As he chewed, Dren turned and motioned for him to follow. Rizef did, slowly so as to reintroduce his legs to walking, and to keep himself from wincing due to the incredible ache in his backside.

They left the square behind and headed towards the classier part of town, where Dren and his horrible friends lived. It was then that Rizef knew he needed to say something.

"Um, so..."

"What?"

Rizef hesitated, then quietly asked, "What's to happen now?"

Dren peered over his shoulder to look him over, his expression once again unreadable. It annoyed Rizef that he didn't look at all like he'd just gotten done giving Rizef a decent fuck and a gift in the form of his precious seed. His eyes were serene and his hair perfectly in order, neatly swept to one side over his blemish-free brow. He was composed and stately. The embodiment of perfection. It would all seem a dream if it weren't for Rizef's full belly and the constant reminder of said seed seeping warm and wet from his stretched hole. It took most of Rizef's willpower not to blush and avoid eye contact, his hands fidgeting thoughtlessly with the hem of his dirty shirt.

"It's as I've said," Dren said eventually, "We can trade. For you, food and a roof over your head. For me, all the sex I could possibly want, and..." He paused, rethinking his words, before smiling back in the face of Rizef's wide-eyed stare. "A new servant."