Playing to Win by Avery Cockburn Page A

elbows splayed.
    “I’m gonnae fuck you now, and I’ll do it any way I want.”
    “Aye.”
    “Fast, slow, hard, easy.” He let go of Andrew’s hair and took his hips in both hands. “I’m gonnae fuck you and you’re gonnae love it.”
    “Aye.” His entire body quivered, sending shockwaves through Colin’s prick.
    He eased in and out of Andrew as slowly as he could stand, savoring each exquisite inch. Andrew moaned through bitten lips, clearly tormented by Colin’s restraint.
    “Good lad.” Colin pulled almost all the way out, then took his cock in hand and worked the tip around and around Andrew’s silky, accommodating hole. Finally he paused, waiting, waiting, waiting for Andrew’s whimper.
    When it came, Colin rammed into him, sinking himself to the hilt.
    “Yes!” Andrew cried. “God, yes!”
    Colin thrust faster and faster, adjusting his stance—as much as he could, considering his ankles were bound by his jeans—to find the perfect angle. Andrew’s moans turned to screams, mixed with laughter.
    A motion in the corner of Colin’s eye caught his attention. The mirror.
    “Look.” With his left arm, he lifted Andrew up against his chest. With the other hand, Colin ripped off the mask, then seized Andrew’s chin, forcing him to look at the mirror. “Remember this, okay? Never forget how I had you. How much you loved it.”
    Andrew’s heavy-lidded eyes were glazed with ecstasy. “I won’t. Not ever.” He gave a languid smile. “What’s your name again?”
    Colin froze, his hand around Andrew’s neck. He was afraid to move, afraid of what this rage would drive him to do. So he simply pressed his mouth to Andrew’s ear and whispered, “I’ve got a theory about you.”
    = = =
    Andrew truly wanted to be a good submissive. He longed for the absolute liberation of giving himself over to another’s will.
    Yet something inside him always rebelled. He inevitably ruined it, usually breaking the spell with a cutting joke. Often his lovers were cowed into handing over a portion of control, which was the last thing he was supposed to want.
    Judging by Colin’s stranglehold, this time was different.
    “My theory is…” Colin slid in and out of him twice, with agonizing slowness, before continuing. “I think you telt me the truth when you said you weren’t bullied at school. I think I know why you weren’t bullied.”
    Andrew tried to shake his head, but Colin was holding him fast. Everything in him wanted to shout Foosball! —not to protect his body, but to defend his soul. Colin had found his way inside all of it, exploring and illuminating every dark, secret corner. Knowing him like no one before.
    It was terrifying, and Andrew craved it.
    “You weren’t bullied,” Colin said, “because you were the bully. You put yourself on top early on, and naebody dared take you down.” He cupped Andrew’s erection through his briefs. “Am I right?”
    “No. I never—”
    “Tell me the truth.” Colin’s hands clamped harder on Andrew’s cock and jaw. “Your arse goes all tight when you lie, did you know that?”
    My bum is a polygraph? Andrew would have laughed if it weren’t true. “Aye,” he choked out. “I did it. What you said.”
    “That’s better.” Colin rocked his hips to worm his way deeper inside, sending spirals of pleasure unfurling through Andrew’s body. This was so fucked up, and so, so, so good. “Are you sorry?”
    “Aye.”
    “Liar!” Colin let go and pulled out, leaving a sudden void within Andrew. “I think you tell yourself you did what you had to do.”
    Andrew pressed back, desperate to be filled. “You’re right. Please…” He would have confessed to any crime or sin to get Colin inside him again.
    “Be good this time.” Colin grasped his hips and entered him. Immediately he set into the hard, fast rhythm that Andrew needed. Thank God. Thank God, thank God, thank God. “Tell the truth. Tell me!”
    “I did it. I hurt people.” Clutching the