To Love And To Own

To Love And To Own

Funmilola

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Accidentally revealing his sexual orientation to his evil cousin, 17 years old Phet Sukpraserit, popularly known as Diamond, knew he would soon be in trouble. Despite preparing his heart for the worst, he never saw his father's blind rage coming. The man beat Phet until he lost consciousness and woke up in the intensive care unit. After overhearing his personal caregivers talking about his father's plan to send him to some place where they will cure him of homosexuality, Phet knew he must escape. And he was able to get the help of Somchai Montrikul, known as Ford. He escaped to America where Ford, who happened to be his brother's friend and from Thai Royal families, helped make sure that Phet's family would not be able to find him. When Phet turned 18, Somchai expressed his interest and they became friends with benefits. Since Somchai was married and Phet also looked forward to getting married one day, they left their relationship open. It was quite the convenient situationship for both of them... That was until Nolan Brooks showed up, capturing Phet in what is called love at first sight. Since they started dating, Phet had been seeing others and it never bothered Ford because he knew Phet had no feelings for these people. But with Nolan Brooks, it was different. And for the first time in his life, Ford became scared of losing something. He had promised that once Phet falls in love, he would let him go and had worked hard to make sure that never happened. When his worst dream was about to become real, Ford became desperate and willing to give all that it would take to make Phet stay by his side forever.

Chapter 1 TLATO

Phet:

"Somchai please, take me now... please" I pant as I feel electrons sizzling all over my body. I could hardly take it anymore. My toes want to curl up on reflex as I near my release but it's never as good as when he is inside me. So I am holding it back. I don't want to cum now. I want to cum with him inside me. But no matter how much I plead, Somchai just ignores my pleas and keeps biting and sucking the hollows of my neck, one side after the other as he wanks my super red and hard cute rod.

Yeah you heard me right. My penis is very cute. It's like those multicolored lollipops they sell on the streets of Bangkok. They usually have three colors. Red, white and yellow. Sometimes, green.

But now imagine a five inches lollipop with just two colors. The bottom is peach while the top is a pink cap. Like very pinky. But during sex, the pinky cap usually turn red... except today. For whatever reason, Somchai is going easy on me and I don't like it a bit.

"Hold on phet. Not yet." He replies then bit down on my right neck, making me groan. I can feel myself shiver as I use all my mental restraint to stop myself from cumming.

The thing about holding back is that your manhood gets harder and becomes painful but for someone like me, the more painful it gets, the more exciting it is. So to not spurt at this moment takes all of my brain waves. It's really difficult because I want to surrender to that pain. I want it to wash over me like cold seawater.

Somchai sinks his teeth into another spot and bite down on it, making me hiss and purr like a cat, then he starts sucking that spot. First gently, like cautiously using a cotton wool to dab a wound. This makes me so hot and restless as a stronger tingling sensation starts from the bitten spot and spreads throughout my body as he continues exploring it. Then all of a sudden, he drags the skin in like a nipple and sucks really hard. When he does that, the sensation is like when he sucks on my cap. Explosive!

A groan escapes my throat as I sink into him and my legs start vibrating but I can feel somchai's right hand

as it tightens around my shaft and holds the milk off. I groan in pain and pleasure. It feels so good.

Even though the milk didn't escape, my body goes through the process of cumming. I shiver and whimper as electrons criss cross through my body from my toes and fingers.

Somchai holds onto me till my body calms down after which I slump against him. I just can't stand on my two feet again. They have gone jelly and fluid.

That is when Somchai turns me around and slams me against the floor. It should be painful but I like it. I love pain. It makes me horny and itchy.

"On your knees."

I quickly gather myself into a kneeling position on the bathroom floor and wait.

I know what is coming and I am so hyped for it. My hole has been clenching all day and now that it's about to get some justice, I can hardly stay calm.

I can hear Somchai tearing a condom up and rolling it up his shaft. I am so impatient that I start rubbing mine too but I suddenly feel a painful, tingling sensation on my butt. Somchai slapped me on the cheeks. This only arouses me the more and my rod trembles harder.

"Stop that!"

He orders and I quickly stop. But it's so difficult. I really need him to touch me so I turn around with the aim of making him hurry up only to see him stand up and exit the bathroom.

What?! He can't just leave me like? Where is he going?!

"Don't turn around. I will be right back."

Somchai has been teasing me all night.

First he refused to tie me up or use the whips on me. If not that I got angry and told him off, he wouldn't have used the spanker too.

Then he wouldn't even suck me. All he did was wank me. He never blows me but where are my bites? Why wouldn't he slap me over the face when I asked him to? Why is he holding back and what the fuck did he just go do in the room? Why is he leaving me hanging and about to plummet?

What is going on?!

The longer he stays in the room, the angrier I get. If things continue like this, I will be turned off before he returns.

I sit down with my back to the wall and fold my legs up. Right now, I look like an offended child because I am pouting and anger is evident on my face.

Just when I am about to stand up and go give him a piece of my mind, the door opens and he walks in butt naked, looking so gorgeous and manly with a muscle rippled stomach, molded into 7 packs and a waistline to die for.

I am supposed to be angry right? Yeah... You really can't blame me, his torso is to die for.

"Ford what's going on? Where did you go?"

"Why are you calling me that?" he pauses and asks me.

"Because it's your name? " I retort.

"Are you angry with me now? What did I do?" he asks in puzzlement as he moves closer to me.

"Nothing. You did nothing. Now if you don't mind, I would like to take my bath now. Please leave." I say to him, flapping my hand to indicate that I want him gone, while focusing on his neck because if I should look down, I might soon find myself on my knees, paying homage to his 6 inches weapon. Somchai is really stretched but moderate down there. A perfect fit

The dingbat just smirks at me with sizzling eyes, capturing my very soul and holding it down. Just a look into his eyes and my limped pinky instantly starts twitching.

What a betrayal.

Now that 'Phet' wants Somchai, who am I to say no? But as a man, I shouldn't just give in like that, right? So I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. At the same time, I turn on the shower and it starts raining on me.

Of course, my move is not just me being defiant, it's also an invitation. So the moment I turn, I start rubbing my hands over my body and my butt cheeks.

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