The Agony of Defeat Written: November 12, 2003 A random pr0n gift for Kiltie. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Say it, Billy." He can hear Dom grunt when he tries again to thrash, and is rewarded by a sharp jerk of his wrists, arms bent tight and painful behind his back. Billy stops his twisting and snorts into the table beneath his cheek. "Fucking let me up, Dominic." Dom's thighs are crushing across his hips, breath hot and arrogant when he leans in behind Billy's ear. "Not until you say it." He can hear the table creak as Dom grinds down, hands merciless on Billy's wrists, straddling thighs crushing his dick into the green felt of the billiard table. Their billiard table, where Billy had beaten Dom so many times, so many games, until Dom decided to change the rules. Billy's back bends involuntarily, head arching off the green felt, writhing as his tingling legs kick uselessly. "Let me go, Dom, you fucker— unngh— let me—" Dom sits up abruptly, pulling tighter, drawing a strangled hiss from Billy. He snarls into the scratchy fabric below him, feeling it burning and marking his neck and face. His cock throbs between Dom's weight and the unyielding table, and he squirms against it and closes his eyes. His hands spasm in Dom's grip, his pelvis shifts and pushes back and then down. "Let me..." he says again, this time without voice. "I'll let you — when you say it." He can hear Dom smiling, and mutters a curse, impatient and squirming, before he finally gives up and whips his head back to free his voice. "You're a better pool player than me." Cheeks burning, lip twitching, Billy can feel Dom slide his thighs downward and stretch out heavy along the bunched knots of Billy's pinioned arms. "I win," he says, and Billy starts to spit out a reply, but then Dom whispers "go" and pushes in hard, and Billy screams as the felt goes warm beneath him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ back