House Boy – Chapter 07
Please don’t pin me against the wall and fuck me until my eyes roll back into my head.
The congressman came in hot and ready.
I was in the middle of eating dinner when I heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by his keys landing on the front hall table. When he rounded the corner to the kitchen, there was a fire in his eyes. With the scar on his forehead—the diagonal slash that had nearly taken his eye—he looked especially menacing.
“Good evening, sir–”
“Bedroom. Now.”
He strode past without waiting for me to answer.
Oh fuck. Was he upset with me? Maybe he was mad I wasn’t wearing my usual outfit. The weekends were supposed to be mine, so I was just wearing one of the muscle tanks I’d gotten from Julien and a pair of stretchy cotton shorts with no underwear.
I didn’t want to make him late, so I hurried after him up the stairs.
My heart sank as I realized the other possibility—could he have found out about my night out with Tim? I hadn’t done anything bad! Not really. I mean, sure, that old guy Bruno pissed in my mouth and came on my face. But that wasn’t my fault! And I didn’t fuck Tim, even though I kind of wanted to. I didn’t take Lex up on his offer to drive me home, either, even though I was curious where that would lead. No, I had come straight home right after, like a good little Boy Scout.
The congressman stood at the entrance to his bedroom, loosening his tie. The lingering smell of his cologne and the musk of a day of travel clung to him.
“Get on the bed.”
I followed his directions and lay on my back. I stared up at him, unsure of what he would do.
“Roll over.”
My heart pounded in my ears as I got on all fours. It was like I was hypersensitive to every sound: his belt hitting the floor, the bed creaking as he got behind me. I felt the warm grip of his fingers as he yanked my shorts down to my knees, leaving me bare.
Then I felt his tongue on my balls.
“Ohhhhh… sir…”
He lapped at my balls hungrily, then ran his tongue up my taint. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy.”
I buried my face into the pillow, moaning softly as he nibbled my ass. He was clearly ready to bust a nut, and I wasn’t in any mood to slow him down. Did his wife not put out this weekend? Maybe they didn’t even have sex at all. She seemed like the type—hot on the outside, prudish and withholding once the doors were closed.
Not like me.
Congressman Adrian spread my ass apart, kneading my cheeks with his thumbs. “I would give anything to see you in a skimpy little thong,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “Lying by my pool, tanning those beautiful cheeks. I’d pull the little strap to the side and slip inside you. You want that, baby?”
The thought of being fucked by him in broad daylight sounded humiliating. And hot.
“Yes,” I said truthfully.
He kissed my ass cheek, planting furry little kisses up my lower back. “Lather you in oil, get you nice and slick. Till you’re dripping and begging daddy for his seed. God, I love hearing you beg.”
Adrian lay his full weight on top of me, pressing me into the bed. I could feel his thick cock worming its way between my cheeks, searching for the entrance. He kissed the back of my neck and growled softly as he humped me.
“God dammit, I need to be inside you.”
He spit on my hole, then rubbed the head of his cock to get it nice and slick.
I closed my eyes, rested my head on my forearms, and let him in.
He sank in me more slowly than I’m sure he wanted, but not slowly enough to make it entirely painless. I breathed through gritted teeth the deeper he pushed into me. Being tipsy had helped that first night when he took my virginity, as the wine had made it easier to relax. The next morning, I’d still been stretched from the night before. Tonight, I was tighter than I would have liked. I would have to make sure to keep myself loose if this were going to be our new routine.
“Baby boy, your pussy is so soft,” he said, kissing my neck. “You take daddy’s dick so good.”
On his next thrust, he rubbed against that spot—my prostate, I guess. I let out a low moan.
“Thank you, sir,” I said shakily.
He buried himself in me until his pubes were flush with my ass. Then he wiggled his cock around in a circular motion, making me wince.
“I’m gonna open you up a little, okay, sweetheart?”
He pulled out a bit, then gave a hard thrust in. “Daddy really wants to rail you, but I want to make sure it feels good for you, too, princess.”
He pulled out more this time, his thick cockhead sliding past that spot that made me tingle.
“Squeeze it. That’s it, harder. Good boy. You make daddy so happy.”
He started fucking me at a regular pace now. He must have gotten tired of waiting to use me the way he wanted to. I didn’t much care, as his cock was starting to bring back that warm, full feeling I’d come to enjoy. I might not particularly like Adrian—hell, I might even hate him—but I couldn’t deny how good he made me feel. Even his cockiness, his smug, self-assured, Big Dick Energy, didn’t diminish his sexual prowess. If anything, it enhanced it.
I still hadn’t fully accepted what it meant to surrender my manhood, but it sure as hell was easier to submit to a guy like Adrian than it would have been with some wimpy fag. Adrian was an asshole, sure, but he was a real man. Anyone could see that. Being bent over and conquered by a guy like that… I don’t know. It made sense, I guess. I didn’t like it, but I could respect it.
“Roll on your back.” He pulled his dick out of me. “I wanna look at you.”
I did as he commanded, spreading my legs for him to slide between. He guided himself back inside me, giving my cage a gentle flick as a show of his power. I was too deep in pleasure to feel shame. I turned my face into the pillow, moaning softly as he hooked my legs over his shoulders and began to rail me.
“I fucking love your body,” he said, pinching and squeezing my nipples. “My beefy little stud. Watching your belly ripple as I pound you… fuck.”
He held my legs together and thrust in as deep as he would go, making me cry out in pleasure. Jesus, this guy could fuck. Then he pressed my knees to my chest and leaned in until his lips were on mine. Something in me wanted to protest, the part of me that felt kissing a dude was even gayer than letting him fuck you.
I ignored it.
He kissed me deeply, violating me on both ends. I let him, feeling myself growing closer to cumming than I’d been in days.
Oh God, I was going to cum.
“S-Sir…” I moaned through his kisses. “I’m gonna–”
“Squirt for me, Scotty.”
My ass clamped down around his cock as the first few convulsions started. Unlike with a regular orgasm, this felt like it started in my ass and rippled throughout my entire body. My legs shook as jizz dribbled out of my cage, filling my belly button with a little pool of watery semen.
“That’s it… cum on daddy’s dick,” Adrian said softly.
My eyes shut tight, my whole body focused on cumming. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I didn’t even notice Adrian had started fucking me again until he let out a grunt and said, “Fuck… ARGH!”
The pulsing wetness of him firing off inside me only made my orgasm more intense. I squeezed my hole, trying my best to make him feel good and maximize how much he came. I don’t know why I was so desperate to please the congressman—whether it was because I was attracted to him, wanted to impress him, or some mixture of the two—but I did it all the same. I even leaned up and kissed him, feeling his little shakes and grunts on my lips as he eked out the last of his seed.
When he rolled off me, I cuddled up next to him automatically. He stroked my hair while I lay against his chest, listening to his breathing.
“Aren’t you glad you finally gave me that pussy?” He kissed my forehead. “You like getting fucked. Don’t you, Scotty?”
Humiliation seemed to be part of the ritual with him. There was only one answer he would accept, and quite frankly, it wasn’t a lie.
“Yes, sir.”
He laughed. “‘Yes, sir.’ God, you really are a sub.” He scoffed, his face dropping into a scowl. “Not like Becky. Everything’s a fucking fight with her.”
I raised my head to look at him. “Did you not have a good trip, sir?”
“She doesn’t understand the pressure I’m under. It’s not like her little non-profit where everyone’s all lovey dovey and ‘let’s-change-the-world’.” He sat up on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Congress is a fucking battlefield. Alliances are meaningless. If you’re in the way of someone else climbing the ladder, they’ll sell you out in a minute. I’m doing important fucking work—for HER—and she’s guilting me because I’m not around more.”
I stared at his broad back, not sure what to say. Wanting to be useful, I started rubbing his shoulders. That seemed to be the right move. He slumped his neck slightly and let out a deep moan.
“Mmm… That’s good.” He let out a low sigh and continued. “You know what politics is like, son. I’m sure you learned a lot from O’brien. It’s a tough fucking job. Sometimes you just need to let off some steam.”
“I get that,” I said, kneading his shoulder muscle with my thumb. “And I know how important your work is. It’s why I wanted to work for you in the first place.”
Adrian put his hand on mine, surprisingly tender. “I know I’ve been hard on you, Scott. But it’s for your own good. The things you need to learn, the things only I can teach you… they’ll help you stay alive in this swamp. You’ve got great potential, you just need a little guidance.”
My face flushed with pleasure at the compliment. “You think so?”
He turned to face me. “I wouldn’t have hired you otherwise.”
“I thought you hired me because you wanted to fuck me.”
He grinned. “That too.”
He let go of my hand, so I continued massaging him. Things had never felt this intimate with the congressman, and I wasn’t sure how long it would last.
“I took your advice, by the way,” I said.
“Which was?”
I ran my hands down his arms, gently squeezing his muscles. “I fixed things with my girlfriend. Or, I tried to, at least. I’m still kind of mad at her.”
He laughed. “What’d she do?”
“I found out she was… uh, sleeping with her boss.”
He let out a low whistle. “Fucking women. All the same.”
I ignored the fact that we were literally both cheating on our partners and continued. “Anyway, I decided to stick with her.”
He nodded. “Good. Keeping up appearances gives you a lot more freedom in this city. The fact that she’s fucking around too will give you even more leeway to do what you want.”
I hadn’t thought about that. I suppose it did make me feel less guilty for what the congressman and I were doing. If it had been the old Ashley, or at least, who I thought the old Ashley was, I’m not sure I could have justified hiding what I was doing from her. Now it felt like none of her business.
Adrian turned and climbed on top of me, covering my body with his. “Besides, you don’t need some tight-ass shrew to make you feel good. Not when you’ve got daddy’s big dick…”