I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Several weeks had past, and many of those days were filled with Frank writhing in the pleasure that was only created by Poison. Handjobs, rimjobs, and blowjobs were repeatedly bestowed on Frank by Poison, who always seemed to neglect his own needs. Even after he received his first rimjob from Poison, he noticed that the man was painfully hard and leaking. When he saw Poison’s erection after he had helped him out of the bathtub because of his weak knees, a thought had come to him that was so honest it made his stomach drop. Remembering it like it was ten minutes ago, Frank recalled wanting to have sex with Poison right then and there. He wanted to throw himself at Poison, wrap his legs around his waist and beg him to fuck him. He felt so ashamed after thinking that, but he couldn’t help himself from wanting it, especially when Poison’s head was between his legs sucking him off. In those heated moments, Frank had to bite his lip til it bled to keep himself from begging for Poison’s cock like some wanton whore. And if that wasn’t worse, he was constantly have sexual dreams about Poison taking their sexual activities even further than they did in real life. The dreams mostly happened when Poison wasn’t around or was passed out next to him, so he didn’t really know about them.

Or at least that’s what Frank thought.

Poison actually was aware of Frank’s dreams, he just never brought them up to him. The more often Poison touched Frank, the more intense his dreams became. Some nights it would wake Poison up, and he would get out of bed to watch Frank toss and turn in pleasure while jerking off to it. Holding himself back from taking Frank’s virginity wasn’t easy, but like he said many times before, he had to wait for the right time. That time came after a particularly hot sex dream that had Frank talking dirty to Poison in his sleep. It was the hottest thing Poison had ever heard, and was also what sold him.

After lunch the next day, Poison had walked into the room to find Frank sitting by one of the windows, absentmindedly running his hands over a hickey on his neck that Poison had made. He was deep in his own thoughts so he didn’t see his kidnapper when he walked in. “Frank, I have something I want to talk to you about if you’ll come over here.”

Frank jumped in fright before realizing it was only Poison. He was sitting on the end of the bed, patting the spot next to him. Frank got up and sat next to him, giving him a curious look between his shoulder length hair. “What is it? D-Did I do something wrong?”

Poison shook his head as he leaned back on the bed on his elbows. “No, you didn’t do anything. I was just wanting to know what I did to you last night in your dreams to make you want to talk dirty to me in my sleep.”

Frank’s heart dropped to his stomach as his skin paled and his eyes widen. “W-What, what are you talking about? I-I don’t’ have sex dreams!”

As quick as lightning a flash of red bloomed into his cheeks and proved to Poison that he was lying. “Are you sure about that? I couldn’t swore I heard you moan my name over and over again in your sleep.”

Frank frantically shook his head. “N-No, I haven’t! You must have been d-dreaming or something because it wasn’t m-me.”

Poison tilted his head as he studied Frank closely. “You’re stuttering with your words, baby.”

Frank licked his lips at the sound of Poison’s endearment of him. “T-That means nothing! You k-kidnapped me, remember. It should come as to no surprise to you that I’m s-scared of you.”

Poison scoffed as he sat up. “Come now, Frankie, we both know you can’t keep using how we met as an excuse anymore. Your mind has finally accepted that I’m more than just the man that took you from your former life. I’m something else to you now.”

Frank trembled under his intense gaze, his anxiety was taking over. “Oh y-yeah? And what else could you possibly be to me other than my kidnapper?”

Poison reached a hand up to trail his fingers over Frank’s warm rosy cheeks before using his other hand to cup his other cheek. “I am your one and only cocksucker, your #1 ass eater, and your ultimate tug-of-love.”

Frank’s eyes widened even more as he pushed Poison’s hand away. “No! No you’re not! You’re NOTHING like that to me!”

“Oh yes I am. You want to know how I know.” Poison whispered hotly in Frank’s ear, making him visibly shiver.

Frank turned his head little in Poison’s direction. He didn’t want to prompt Poison to tell him ANYTHING else, yet somewhere inside he must have wanted to, because his mouth started moving. “H-How?”

Poison leaned his forehead on the side of Frank’s head so his mouth was right by his ear. “Because you’ve showed me so. You forced me to choke on your dick so you can watch my eyes water while I was on my knees at your mercy. You’ve ordered me to keep eating your ass out like a cupcake when you’d sit on my face, and I do because your ass taste like cupcakes to me. You’ve demanded me to drown in your cum, which I’m totally cool with because what are cupcakes without icing, am I right? You-“

“Stop it. Please stop it.” Frank softly pleaded, his eyes closed and his hard on stretching the front of his basketball shorts. Poison reached a hand over to cup Frank’s erection in his hand, forcing the young boy to swallow the lump in his throat.

“I won’t stop until you realize that you don’t have to be afraid of this anymore. The way I make you feel…it’s okay to enjoy. You don’t have to keep it inside to relish it only in dreams. You can let it out anytime my head is between yours leg…or you can save it for when I’m finally inside you.”

Frank turned his head slowly to look up into Poison’s eyes, his mind going blank for a second. “I-Inside me?”

Poison nodded slowly. “Yes, baby, inside you.”

Frank’s eyes began to fill with tears. “What are you trying to do to me? Why are you doing this to me?”

Poison reached his hands up to cup Frank’s face. “Shh, don’t cry. You just have something I want, is all.”

“My virginity?! Can’t you find that with someone else?” Frank exclaimed, as a tear fell down his cheek before it was swiped away by Poison’s thumb.

“It’s not that simple.” Poison half-assed explained before looking away.

Frank had to think of a way to change his mind. “What if I was saving myself for marriage or something? Does that matter at all to you?”

Poison gave Frank a doubtful. “Well then that piece of shit is going to have to get my sloppy seconds, won’t they?”

That struck a nerve with Frank, causing him to try and attack Poison with his fists. Poison merely ignored Frank’s mini tantrum and dodged his attacks so he could successfully take his shorts off. When that was done, Poison dragged Frank across the bed and spread his legs. Of course that meant he had to be attacked by Frank’s fists, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like Frank was all that strong anyway.

“NO GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU SONOFA-AHHH!” Frank arched his back as he fell back onto the bed. His lids became heavy but he fought to keep them open so he could look down. At the end of the bed, Poison was stretched out across the bed with Frank’s erection sliding past his lips. Frank could do nothing but hold a pillow over his head to stifle his moans of pleasure.

The last thing he wanted was to prove Poison right by enjoying it, but no matter how hard he tried to keep it down he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.