The Cure

He moved down on the bed below me and I felt his mouth go over my shaft. Most alarming, however, was that he had laid the knife on my belly, the cool side of the blade a constant reminder of danger. His mouth pushed my foreskin to below the helmet of my dick, and Tony sucked hard. His tongue went to my piss slit and he flicked it before trying to work his tongue into the slit. I writhed in combined pain and pleasure below him. His teeth encased my shaft and slid down toward the root and then applied pressure until I wanted to scream in fear and anticipation. His mouth went to my balls, which he sucked hard and nipped and pulled away from my body with his teeth. I writhed some more for him. Then his mouth went back to my cock and he pumped my shaft with his mouth for several minutes, always keeping me on edge as to whether he was going to take a big bite. At last, the tension got to me, and I jacked off down his throat.

He quickly moved up my body, picking up the knife as he ascended. He jerked the gag off and gave me a deep kiss, mixing our saliva and my warm sperm. He took my tongue between his teeth, and I thought for an instant that he would try to bite through that.