The slave's obvious desperation added a new layer of pleasure to the sensations of the hot, wet mouth on his sex; the boy's groans of frustrated desire serving to make Carrick thrust harder and harder until he was buried completely in the boy's throat. Taking his pleasure with roughness and force he ground his hips, not caring about the slave's moaning, writhing desperation.
He could hold himself back no longer. After a final thrust that completely filled the boy's mouth and throat he drew back a little, his cock glistening with moisture as he withdrew from the slave's mouth, leaving only the curving head inside the soft lips. He wanted the boy to taste his climax - for the memory of their encounter to linger on the slave's tongue.
"Swallow it all," he commanded, his voice slightly hoarse as he felt his climax approaching. Within seconds, he felt the lightning flash of his climax overtake him and he spurted thick and hot into the waiting mouth, ecstatic pleasure flooding him. His hips jerked and a guttural moan escaped his lips as he came.