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Anthony shoves Ian roughly against one of the desks in the empty classroom. Ian’s back hits the wooden ledge and he groans in pain. Anthony though isn’t deterred by the sound and he sinks a hand into Ian’s hair and pushes, using his strength to get Ian on his knees on to the tile floor.
“You’re right where you belong, slut,” Anthony hisses as he tugs at Ian’s hair.
“What? What did I do?” Ian asks, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
“You know exactly what you did. Flirting with Alex like that on stage. What was it you said again? You wanted him to fill you up with his come?”
“Anthony…that was…that was a joke.”
Anthony moves his hand from Ian’s hair and instead grabs his jaw, forcing his face up so that their eyes meet.
“Was it? It didn’t seem like it. Seemed like you were just being a fucking whore on stage for everyone to see when you know you belong to me.”
Ian swallows thickly and he doesn’t dare try to break out of Anthony’s hold or even to move a muscle at all. He’s stock still, eyes wide, but he can’t deny the way his cock is hardening in his pants at how Anthony is treating him. He hadn’t made the joke to Alex with the intention of hitting Anthony’s jealousy nerve, but, if he did, well it was just a plus.
“I’m sorry,” Ian whispers, “I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are,” Anthony says and for a moment his true fondness shines through under the role he’s slipped into. He squeezes hard at Ian’s jaw, forcing his mouth open, dipping his thumb into the wetness of Ian’s mouth. “I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson.”
Ian whines with Anthony’s thumb in his mouth and he presses his tongue against the thick digit. He’s still dressed in his janitorial outfit and Ian’s wearing his Downtown Dairy Cows T-shirt and jeans. He can see Anthony’s eyes are hot, and hard, all that fondness that had seeped through deceptively hidden away.
“You want come so bad that you’ll beg for it in front of all our employees? Then I’m gonna give it to you.”
“No!” Ian begs, word slurred by Anthony’s thumb in his mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Anthony corrects, using his other hand to pop the button on his pants and free his cock. He’s hard too. Big, leaking, delicious in front of Ian’s eyes.
Anthony isn’t the only one that knows his role. Ian tries to pull away, tries to move and Anthony grabs him by the hair again, forcing his head still, tipping it back with his hold. He removes his thumb from Ian’s mouth, the digit shiny with spit.
“You better be good,” he says sternly, “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”
Ian swallows, looks at the floor, letting his face get red and his eyes get wet, really playing it up.
“I’ll be good…” Ian says, his voice scared.
“Good, then what I want is you on your knees, mouth open, worshiping my cock.”
Ian swallows again and looks up at Anthony.
“Please don’t make me do this…”
Anthony draws back and slaps Ian across the face, making Ian’s cheek burn with the bright flash of pain. He gasps, holds his face where Anthony had hit him.
“I told you to be good,” Anthony reminds him.
Ian nods. “Sorry…”
“Try again.”
Ian tilts his head back, sucking in a deep breath as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out a little. Anthony smiles above him, fists his cock, stroking himself in front of Ian. The head of his dick is wet and red and Ian watches as the pre-come clings to the webbing of Anthony’s fingers.
The hand in Ian’s hair shifts to the back of his head, cupping instead of holding. With his other hand wrapped around his dick he steps closer to Ian. He’s close enough that the head of his dick bumps Ian’s lips and the pre-come clings to his skin salty and bitter.
“Suck my cock,” Anthony orders.
Ian moves forward, Anthony using the hold on the back of Ian’s head to bring him in, making him take the head of his cock into his mouth. Anthony’s leaking all over his tongue and Ian’s eyes flutter before he remembers he’s not supposed to want this.
He makes a whimpering little noise and Anthony grunts.
“God, look at you. Knew you’d look so good on your knees. You live for this, don’t you? Being treated like this, being used like you’re nothing more than a hole for me.”
Ian’s dick throbs between his legs but he doesn’t dare to touch himself. Anthony’s words go right to his head, making him dizzy with the pleasure of it all. He sucks at the head lightly and Anthony growls in pleasure.
“That’s it, slut. Take it all. Come on.”
Anthony sinks deeper, urging Ian’s head down further along his shaft. His dick leaks on to Ian’s tongue and Ian groans as more and more of Anthony fills his mouth, stretching his lips. Anthony is a good size, long and nicely thick, and Ian’s mouth is already full just from a little under half of him.
They both know that Ian doesn’t really have a strong gag reflex. It takes a lot to make him gag. Now that Anthony is in his mouth, he doesn’t need to hold himself with his hand and he instead shifts to thread both hands into Ian’s hair, holding him at either side of his head.
“Gonna fuck your pretty mouth,” Anthony says, holding Ian firmly by the head as he pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip of his cock in Ian’s mouth before he thrusts forward again, filling Ian’s mouth all the way.
Ian moans wetly around the dick in his mouth. He presses his tongue to the underside, following the thick vein there and hearing Anthony moan in response, feeling him tug at Ian’s hair.
“Such a slut. Such a good little cocksucker.”
Anthony sets a pace, fucking into Ian’s mouth. He does it hard enough to make drool slip out of the corner of Ian’s mouth, dribbling down his chin. His hold on Ian’s head is tight, and his fingers grip in Ian’s hair, tugging and pulling, pressing Ian down onto his cock.
“I’m going to fuck your throat too, baby. Don’t think you’re getting away from that.”
Ian’s eyes widen and he meets Anthony’s gaze, tries his best to shake his head or show some other way that he doesn’t want Anthony to use his throat.
“Don’t you say no to me, slut. You wanted come. You wanted to be a fucking whore. I’m just giving you exactly what you wanted.”
Ian whines and Anthony shifts forward, making the thick head of his cock brush the back of Ian’s throat. Ian can’t do anything but let Anthony slip past the barrier, sliding down Ian’s throat. He feels huge but Ian takes him, focuses on the feeling of fullness, of trying not to choke or gag, though, if he did, this might make their play even better.
“Fuck, knew you were a slut. Look at you. My whole cock is down your throat and you’re just taking it.”
Anthony uses his hold on Ian’s head to pull him forward, to fill him, until Ian’s nose is brushing the trimmed hair of Anthony’s pubes. He can feel Anthony throbbing in his throat and Ian can’t help but sneak a hand between his own thighs, palming himself where he’s hard in his jeans.
Anthony catches him, of course he does, and he pulls out of Ian’s mouth instantly.
“Look at you…you’re actually hard from being forced to suck my cock. What’s wrong with you? Are you just that slutty?”
Ian coughs, cheeks pink, as he looks at Anthony and shakes his head.
“No? You’re not a slut?” Anthony steps forward, presses the toe of his shoe directly against Ian’s bulge, pushing, making Ian hiss and that pleasure and pain shoot through him, “what’s this then? Sure looks like a slut getting off on being used.”
“I…” Ian whimpers, “I….”
“I don’t care what you have to say,” Anthony says firmly. He presses his foot forward onto Ian’s bulge and Ian groans. “And this isn’t a reward for you regardless of whether you're getting hard or not. You don’t get to come. Your job is to make me come.”
Ian nods, but he can hardly think because Anthony is pressing his shoe against Ian’s cock and all Ian can do is try not to come in his pants at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain. He can’t say he isn’t a little disappointed that he won’t get to come at the end of this, but it’s a part of their game, their playing, and he trusts Anthony, besides, the rules add more to the fun in the back of Ian’s head, trying to stick within the guidelines that Anthony is setting for him.
“Now that we’re on the same page,” Anthony says, he takes Ian’s hair back into his fist and he pulls Ian forward, getting his mouth back on Anthony's cock.
Ian watches Anthony’s face as he takes him back in his mouth. The way Anthony shivers, the way his eyes flutter, his red tongue swiping across his bottom lip. Anthony immediately sets his pace again, fucking into Ian’s mouth with quick and deep thrusts, the kind that make everything louder, slicker, the wet sound of Anthony’s cock filling Ian’s mouth and throat is loud and echoing in the quiet of the abandoned classroom.
“Shit, there you go…yeah, just like that,” Anthony babbles as he fucks Ian’s face.
Ian raises his hands, sets them on Anthony’s thighs, feeling the heat and the muscle even through the fabric of the pants he’s wearing. He’s expecting a punishment, maybe to be struck again, but Anthony lets him touch, lets him hang on to the front of his pants as he uses Ian’s mouth.
“You’re never going to need another guy now that you have me,” Anthony grunts, “any time you’re craving cock or come. You come to me, Ian.”
Anthony grabs Ian’s hair at the back of his head and pulls out, using his other hand to hold him at the base of his dick. He rubs the leaking head of his cock against Ian’s lips, smearing drool and pre-come around.
“Understand?” Anthony asks, his tone clear he’s looking for an answer.
“Yes,” Ian breathes, shivering in Anthony’s hold.
Anthony smiles, something sharp and dangerous, and he uses his hold to force himself right back down Ian’s throat, pressing Ian’s face against his belly, making Ian swallow him completely.
“Fuck, yes,” Anthony moans, “Good boy, Ian. You’re taking your punishment perfectly.”
Ian slackens his mouth a little, still sucking, but mostly giving up his control to Anthony and letting Anthony use his mouth like he wants. He breathes harsh through his nose, knees and jaw aching as Anthony fucks his face.
Ian can tell when Anthony is starting to get close. He can tell when Anthony’s chest heaves and the flush creeps along his neck, up to his own face. When he’s licking his hips and watching Ian with dark and heavy eyes.
“When I come I want you to swallow it all. Don’t let a single drop go to waste. You wanted come, right? A big fucking load of come? That’s exactly what I’m going to give you, baby.”
Ian moans and Anthony speeds up, impossibly fast, pumping into Ian’s mouth, down his throat. He feels used, delightfully so. Anthony rarely treats him like this, all his natural instincts going towards being protective of Ian, caring for him. This side of Anthony that is rougher, meaner, more dominant. It’s rarer to see, but Ian gets off on this side of him just as much.
“I’m almost there,” Anthony grits out, “gonna come down your throat, slut.”
Ian tilts his face back a little, letting Anthony slip a fraction deeper, allowing it to be easier for when Anthony does come and Ian can swallow it all, can let his load flow right down his throat. Anthony is fast and relentless and Ian is watching his face as he sees the moment Anthony loses it and moans, shuddering over the edge of his orgasm.
Then he feels the wash of come, the way it all but explodes out of Anthony and spills down Ian’s throat, tangy, salty. Anthony’s hand in his hair, the other finding his chin and holds it up, back, making sure Ian swallows every single bit of his load.
Ian can feel Anthony twitching, can feel him throb his way through the remainder of his orgasm. Ian sucks and licks until he’s dry, until he’s taken every last bit of the other man. Only then does Anthony pull out of Ian’s throat, slipping out of his mouth, the wet head brushing his bottom lip and his jaw on the way out.
Ian sits, panting, tasting Anthony lacing his tongue. Anthony’s hand unwinds from where it had been fisted in his hair and instead, the touch becomes gentle. He smooths the messy strands back down, back into place, all that heat and anger leaving Anthony, evaporating.
“You okay?” Anthony asks.
Ian nods, “I’m fine.”
“Good,” Anthony says, offering a hand for Ian to help him up.
Ian takes it, allowing Anthony to pull him to his feet. Anthony cups Ian’s face, smoothing his thumbs across Ian’s cheekbones.
“I’m going to follow through with the no coming until we’re home thing.”
Ian shivers, but secretly he’s glad for it, for Anthony keeping the rule intact. They don’t really have anything else to film today, maybe just some B-Roll, or some background shots, interviews, either way Ian can manage to calm himself until the shoot is over.
“Yes, Sir,” Ian says, giving Anthony a salute.
Anthony rolls his eyes, but he dips in, presses his mouth to Ian’s in a quick kiss.
“Think about something good for when we get home,” Anthony says, “whatever you want.”
And Ian can absolutely do that, his mind already reeling with all the things he and Anthony could do together tonight.