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The rush of thick liquid did catch him a little off guard, but he managed to swallow the offering without too much difficult. Pulling back from the length, looking up at the male as he licked his lips sensually “That was delicious~” he purred as he sat back on his heels. His own cock in his grip he continued to rub himself while his eyes remained focused on the blonde.

“Like what…ah… you see?” he questioned, loose moans still leaving his lips as he shivered and shuddered in pursuit of his own person pleasure. Making every moment an event intent on ensnaring the other into wanting to remain here with him.

Ronald stared down at his captor and blushed deeper. He had actually ejaculated in the old codger’s mouth, and the old coot seemed to enjoy it. 

His eyes remained in the far younger male, finding his reactions far too delicious to dare look away even when  he took the cock further into his throat. Showing off his complete lack of a gag reflex as the tip brushed the back of his throat. Speeding up further, trying to erase the irritating beeping nose out of Ronald’s head completely only leaving thoughts of his mouth… and all the wicked things he could do with it.

His own erection straining his trousers… he unzipped his fly, pulling out the rock hard length. Wrapping his fist round it and starting to pump… using his moans to add extra pleasure to the other by letting them reverberate around the cock in his mouth.

Reaching the crescendo of pleasure, Ronald’s ass clenched tightly. His hips thrust forward without warning and he cried out. His fingers twisting the luxurious locks of silver in his hands as beads of sweat began to stream down his temples. He spilled his sticky seed deep in the cavern of the mortician’s throat. There was no way to withdraw. No way to warn the ancient. A light dusting of rose painted the youth’s pale cheeks. He had never released himself inside another’s mouth before. He had always been courteous to his lovers and withdrawn before ejaculating. Here, however, he was a prisoner to such depravity. 

He closed his eyes. His phone having grown silent. The only sounds coming from the moaning from that of the Undertaker. Ronald swallowed hard and chanced a glance at the man that still held his cock captive in his mouth. 

Holding the younger’ hips, keeping him in place as he continued to bob and suck his cock. Undertaker didn’t appreciate the distraction from what he had currently accomplished in quite an impressive shirt span of time. Cupping his little reaper’s balls, he fondled and squeezed them… aiming on regaining the lost interested at least enough to earn him some credit for the action.

He wouldn’t mind not fucking the blonde this visit but he wanted to guarantee that the male would not only come back, but return wanting more.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Ronald slowly laid his head back down. The phone continued to beep almost angrily at him, but he was too close to expelling himself that his boss would just have to wait. He was a prisoner to his weakened state of being. It was better not to fight against the restraints and just go with the pleasure. Sure he was going to be lectured and most likely hampered down with more dissatisfying overtime, but what was happening in this place, this room with the Undertaker might just be worth it. No girl he had been with had been so meticulous with their mouth. Ronald could hardly believe this was all happening to him. It had just been an ordinary day until he bumped into the former dispatch associate. Now here he was, his cock fully submerged in the ancient’s delectable mouth. 

Bobbing his in steadily, Undertaker skillfully started sucking and lapping at the erect, warm flesh between his lips. The fingers of his free hand cupped and fondling the two toned male’s testicles playfully as his lubed up finger slowly slipped in and out of his tight entrance. Humming round the cock in response to Ron’s curse, his lips twisting up as he  reveled in the effect he was having on the other. Unable to take his eyes off the younger as all sorts of emotions crossed his face… the knowing it was forbidden and yet wanting it so badly. How he loved corrupting his juniors, it was always massively fun.

“I...I don’t th-think I can last much long-er,” Ronald gasped, his hand reaching down and clutching a fist full of silver hair. It was then that the sound of a faint beeping noise caught his attention. Eyes growing quite round as the realization hit. It was his work cell, and the ringtone annoyingly drifting from his discarded pant pocket was that of his boss, William T. Spears. 

“And what a meal you make~ I’m sure not even kings dine this splendidly~” he purred, lifting the male off the seat and laying him back on the table top. Yanking off his trousers with a quick, smooth motion, he grinned down at Ron as his eyes devoured the lovely sight of the blonde being naked from the waist down. Licking his lips, Undertaker lubed up his fingers, sliding one into Ron’s tight entrance… gently thrusting the digit in and out at first to loosen him up. “How it that, pet~?” he hummed, leaning in and licking from the base of Ron’s cock to the tip before taking the entire length in his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head.

Before Ronald knew it he was on his back staring down at a curtain of silver as the mortician began to devour him whole. It had been sometime since someone had sucked him off and his body was already overcome with the desire to expel itself. The Undertaker was quite skilled in this department apparently. It was taking all of his strength not to ram his cock down the retired reaper’s throat, or come so suddenly. 

“This would be a lot better if you stopped looking at it as negative~” he whispered, nibbling his ear lobe “I would love to fuck you, but you got to want it first.”

Rubbing his thumb on the head of Ron’s hard cock “Or I could remove my hand and just let you stew in your need~” he mused, licking his lips as if his word were a fine wine that deserved to be savoured.

"Ahh...” Ronald gasped. His body jerking automatically from the feel of the mortician’s callus fingertips brushing over his thrumming cock. 

Was the man deliberately torturing him? Punishing him? He didn’t know how much more he could take. He was becoming desperate with need. His body aching to be released. To be filled and devoured. How did he end up like this? Panting with such carnal need? 

“I’m saying, I’m more than flexible with anything you deserve, my little rabbit~? Just sex, dinner then sex or anything else you fancy~” he purred, reaching down and cupping Ron’s crotch, rubbing his stiff length “I’m very, very flexible~ and I don’t just mean in the planing~”

Leaning in, rubbing his nose up his throat "After today? That would be completely down to you~ We can part ways after a night of passion, never see each other again or we could make this more than a one night stand~“ he breathed, holding back taking more effort than he cared to admit. “Is it wrong to want something casual with a handsome creature?” he purred, licking and sucking his earlobe. “Not to mention, really sexy~” he hummed stroking down his chest.

“How proper of you~” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing ron’s lips, ceasing the movement of his fingers. “Is this too much? Don’t you want to feel all I can give you? Dates are something people who want a relationship do… Do you really want this to be more than what it is?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Ronald shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to continue. This afternoon romp was exciting and enticing. After all Undertaker was a legend and a criminal. The whole experience was intoxicating. Still he was not use to jumping right into sex. Not with anyone. He had always wooed his dates by taking them out somewhere romantic and offering them a chance to escape before turning on his seductive charms. Now the shoe was on the other foot and he couldn’t understand why the mortician was seducing him. 

His cheeks turned red once more and he swallowed hard gazing into the Undertaker’s quizzical eyes. For the first time ever, Ronald was beginning to understand how a couple of the girls felt when they learned he wasn’t interested in them beyond a casual dip in the pool. 

Raising his head, licking his slightly swollen lips “does the location really matter? I just want to plunge myself into you… And make you scream in pleasure~” he smirk at the deliciously wanting younger man. God’s he hadn’t felt this alive in years… He couldn’t wait to bury himself deeply into the younger’s tight and hot entrance.

“Relax… I am not going to hurt you~” he cooed, he knew the male was worried about his nails cutting him but he was far too experienced with working with them to do such a thing. “Got to prep you otherwise my insertion is going to really hurt”

He grinned around the member in his mouth, humming as he took it deep into his throat. Bobbing his head speedily, sucking and lapping the erection. Somewhat glad he had out lived his gag reflex.

Pulling a small bottle of lube from an inside pocket, smothering his fingers with a generous amount. Slipping his finger slowly inside of his pet’s entrance, starting to tease the tight ring of muscles into loosing for him.

“Un-Undertaker....unn...aren’t we-we mov-....ahhh...” groaned the young reaper. 

The sudden intrusion making him squirm. He’d never been touched so provocatively. So intimate. Not at least with another man. His sexual encounters had always been with the opposite sex. Not that he wasn’t attracted to the male species as well. It was just he had never been so pursued by one before. One could say he was a virgin in this situation, despite having lost his virginity many years ago; to a woman. It was different...being the one penetrated. 

“What they going to do, slap your wrist for wondering off while on duty?” he teased, slipping his fingers through Ron’s hair, tugging his head aside so he could kiss his neck. “Relax~ No one will know that you were with me~ just enjoy it~” he breathed into his pet’s jugular, easing him back onto the table.

Removing the younger’s trousers, moving in to kiss down his torso, ending up at the groin. His tongue snaked out from his lips, licking the erect member from base to tip before taking it deeply into his mouth.

“Oh but you are~ My precious little mouse~” he chuckled, his fingers finding his fly and easing it down. Undoing Ron’s trousers, his slipped his hand down into the male’s boxers, taking a firm grip of his member. “You want this~ I know you do~ As much as I crave screwing you~”

Panting, Ronald’s nails dug into the table behind him, tearing it’s wooden flesh. A splinter lodging itself into index finger. Enthralled he paid the discomfort no heed. Instead his hips bucked, pressing his heated member into the soft palm of his captor. It was then he realized he was a prisoner. A prisoner of the engulfing heat surrounding their bodies and the pleasure flowing from his head to his toes. The invisible shackles of want and need, binding him to the ancient. 

“It doesn’t hurt to be a little devilish sometimes, my little pet” he purred, returning Ronald’s gaze before guiding the younger’s lips to his for an intense kiss. Slyly rubbing the lump in his trousers, even with the fabric between his grip and the appendage, he could tell just how hard he was. “I know you might need to leave… but you do not want too~ I can tell~ You crave pleasure, no point denying it~ your body tingles with anticipation on my fingers slipping under your boxers and stroking your thick, erect length~”

Pressing himself against the younger man, getting really close so he could feel the shared body heat. His hands wondering Ron’s body, slipping down, cupping and rubbing his crotch.

“What do you need~? Come on tell me…” he purred seductively down his ear, nibbling the earlobe before starting to kiss the side of neck. “Anything you desire~”

“I need....I need to be lea-ving,” Ronald whispered breathy. “Unn....I’m still on du-ty.” 

However, the young reaper found he could not command himself to move. The Undertaker’s seductive spell made his body quiver. His manhood thrumming with desperate longing beneath the ancient’s nibble fingers. Blessed torture.