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Incubus Boyfriend: Rommel 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2021-02-10 21:01:00 +0000 UTCI’m used to sleeping in most mornings with Nicos, but Rommel is like Ivy and he gets up much earlier. He wakes, slipping out of bed so he doesn’t bother me, which slightly wakes me but I fall back to sleep easily. I don’t fully start to come to until I hear the doorbell ring. I hear Rommel walking down his hallway and talking to someone before coming back in.
I slowly rise, rubbing my eyes as Rommel comes in carrying a paper bag and a tray with drinks. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I ordered a couple of things.” He wags his finger for me to follow, but I’m not exactly coherent. I just sit there like a lump, still trying to process the fact I am alive and I am awake.
Rommel steps back out with a look on his face. “Hello?” He waves his hand at me. “Does it live? Does the little man that pilots your flesh suit need a key code or command?” He walks back up the platform to the bed and sits down beside me. “Come to Ashley, I promised Ivy you would call her once you got up.”
“I’m up?” I grumble.
Rommel chuckles and rubs my chin. “Ooh, you do grow like a weed don’t you. Such manly stubble first thing in the morning.” He kisses my cheek and gently nibbles. “Wake up for me, we have a date today remember?” He chuckles into my ear. “And I ordered a big, luxurious breakfast.”
“Oh,” I murmur as I begin to regain my consciousness. “Sorry, I’m not a morning person.”
“I got three different types of caffeine for you to help kick you into gear.” Rommel turns my head and kisses me. He pulls back and winces. “That breath!”
“Sorry.”
“No worries, I was the one playing with fire.” He helps me up off the bed and takes me to his kitchen, which aside from the table looks untouched and basically still in shrink wrap. Rommel starts unpacking the paper bag as I sit down. I eyeball a coffee and take it, drinking it even though it’s still black and piping hot.
“Now that’s power,” Rommel chuckles. “Just help yourself to whatever. I do recommend this croissant thing. It’s usually what I get.” He sits down, unwrapping something then pulls out his paper.
“Thank you,” I sigh after I drink the coffee down. “Your home is really nice.”
“This old place?” he chuckles. “Well thank you. Use whatever you want, just clean up after yourself.”
Once I start to eat I begin to feel better, so I make that call to Ivy and Nicos. I add some creamer to my coffee while I wait for an answer.
“There you are,” Ivy says sweetly. “How are you feeling today?”
I feel better hearing her voice. “I’m fine. Rommel was a big help last night.”
“I’m sure. Nicos and I were a mess last night. We knew you were safe and sound, but we missed you so much.”
My heart melts, I love them both so much. “I miss you too. How is your class going?”
“It’s going quite well! Busy of course,” she sighs. “So what do you and Rommel have planned for today? You are letting him do your therapy right?”
“After yesterday I don’t think I have a choice, but I’m looking forward to it.” I take another sip of coffee. “He showed me some of what he does last night.”
“That’s good. I’m glad he’s giving you some warning. Rommel is quite powerful for a single incubus, he trained us and was able to survive,” she giggles.
“I could feel that last night, he was wonderful.”
“Good. I’m glad you two are getting along so well, makes me feel better knowing you have someone to go to when Nicos and I can’t be around.” Her voice sounds so relieved.
“I’ll be fine, Ivy, I promise,” I try to reassure her. “I’m a big boy, I’ll be fine until you get home.”
“I know. I know. Can’t help worry about my baby. So uhm...I do have a request?”
“Really?” I chuckle.
Rommel looks up from his paper with a smile.
“Nicos and I would love it if you and Rommel could film your therapy for us today,” Ivy says breathlessly. “If you’re comfortable with that.”
I feel a slight twinge below the belt. “No,” I chuckle. “I actually wouldn’t mind that.” Under the table Rommel’s foot slides up my leg. “Maybe uhm-maybe if you are Nicos aren’t busy at the time, we could uhm…” I’m getting distracted by Rommel’s foot in my lap. “We could video chat.”
“That’d be great!” Ivy giggles. “Very exciting. We usually have a lunch break around noon if you can wait out that long.”
“Yeah, I’ll see what happens.” I look over at Rommel who is acting like nothing is wrong even though his foot is rubbing between my legs under the table. “I’ll let you know for sure. Is Nicos up?”
“Still in bed,” she huffs, “the lazy brat. I best go and wake him. Talk to you later, baby. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye.” I hang up then grab Rommel’s foot under the table. “Can we wait until noon?”
Rommel chuckles. “Trust me, the way I work you will want to start now.” He stands from the table and drops his robe, revealing that he’s wearing sleek lingerie underneath. He has on a dark green corset, matching garters that are attached to the thigh highs, and matching lace panties. I swallowed hard as I took in this visage. I wasn’t ready at all.
Rommel puts his hand under my chin, lifting me to standing. “Go get a shower while I set up the massage table.”
“Okay,” I squeak.
Romme dips down to kiss me then nuzzles to my stubble. “Get nice and clean for me, because you won’t be that way again until I am done with you.” He swats my ass as I leave the kitchen. “Oh, and Ashley, dear?”
I turn to look back at him.
Rommel approaches, heels clicking severely on the tile. He stands close before me, tickling his fingers down to my stomach. “If you touch yourself, you’ll only make it worse for yourself,” he purrs. “Be a good boy for me and let yourself ache.” He palms me then pulls away. “Got it?”
If I could blow steam out of my ears, I would in that instant. “Yeah. yeah!” I gulp again and nod. “I’ll be good.”
Rommel smirks and points for me to leave. I go to the bathroom, hopping into the shower and I’m already at half mast. I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive until noon. It’s almost ten as it is. Having to endure two hours of Rommel’s treatment sounds too intense for me right now. I try to focus though and enjoy the shower. He has such fancy soaps and products, I lose track of time sniffing and trying them.
“Done yet?” I hear Rommel beckon. “Everything is set up, and I’m waiting.”
“Yes! Almost.” I do another quick rinse before I step out. Rommel is leaning in the doorway, watching me as I dry off with the towel.
“Come as you are.” Rommel steps out. We go back to the bedroom area where he has the massage table set up, along with multiple candles burning for ambiance. He taps the table for me to hop up. “Okay, lay down, relax, I’m going to go slow at first.”
I lay flat on the table, placing my face through that hole in the top. After the warm shower the air around me feels so cool. My skin feel more sensitive than normal, my senses alert and eager for whatever touch Rommel is going to give me. I fidget, feeling myself become uncomfortable with my penis flat against the table.
“Close your eyes,” Rommel instructs me, “take deep breaths and let them out slowly.”
I do as he bids, taking my time to breathe and be aware of them. Ivy does something similar to this when my anxiety is getting the best of me. She sits with me, pressing her body against my back and guiding me how to breathe.
“Good, good,” Rommel coaxes. His heels click along the floor as he approaches me. “Now, I’m going to put some warm oil on your back. Let me know how it feels.” His hands coat my back, they feel warm and luxurious against my cold skin.
“Feels nice,” I moan.
Rommel rubs the oil down, coating my rear and the back of my thighs. “Good.” He begins to knead along my spine, digging in until it feels like a painful sort of good. “Not hurting you am I?”
“Not-” I grunt with his efforts, “in a bad way.”
“Awful tense through here.” He smooths his palms along my shoulders. “You carry your stress here.” He massages there, smoothing then digging, gentle then hard. It makes me grunt and moan loudly. “You’re quite vocal.”
I swallow and nod. “Yeah. Nicos likes it so I’ve been having a hard time holding myself back sometimes.”
His hands slip down my back, adding more oil he rubs in. “That’s good. I like that sound.” He massages my lower back now. “It’s a good sign every time, lets me know my work is being well received.”
“I’m surprised,” I chuckle. “I didn’t think this would be a real massage.”
His hands grow slow. “What were you thinking Ashley?”
“Oh I uh…” I clear my throat. “I had no clue! I thought it would be...I mean this is great! I really needed it.”
Rommel’s hands move down to my rear, groping and squeezing. “Did you think I would be more handsy than this?”
“Muh-maybe?” I cough.
“I can be if you’d like,” Rommel chuckles.
I remind myself to take deep breaths. “Is that what’s planned?”
Rommel steps out of his heels and climbs onto the table. He straddles my legs and presses his body against me. He’s naked aside from the thigh highs, from what I can feel at least. He rubs his whole body to me, pressing against my oiled skin. Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep breaths. Rommel moans into my ear, pressing against me with his chest, his legs, his hands.
“How is this?” He whispers.
“Good!” I blurt.
“Just good?” Rommel bites the tip of my ear.
I try to breathe but find it’s shaky. “It’s great!”
Rommel holds my hips between his palms when he notices me lifting them up into the air. “Uncomfortable are we? Or is there something propping you up?”
“You know there is,” I laugh faintly.
Chuckling, Rommel stands up off the table. He rubs a towel down my back, mopping up the excess oil. “Okay then, roll over for me and lay on your back.
I do so, holding my breath as I look up at his face. His chest is slick and glowy from the oils. He looks almost like beautiful vinyl. His eyes slice down my frame and a smile appears on his face. “There we go. Relax, breathe like I told you.” He pours more warm oil down my chest and rubs it in with his palms. He massages into my chest and belly, down my thighs and between them. My cock lies on my belly, going untouched through all this. He avoids it deftly, leaving it alone to suffer in want.
“I have to ask,” he purrs. “Did you do as I asked in the shower?”
I grunt as his hands begin to rub harder into my chest.
Rommel’s smirk is growing. “What was that? Speak up.”
“I didn’t, I whine.”
“Good, very good.” Rommel cups his slick hand around my balls, palpating there gently. I whine and thrust, but he plants his hand firmly on my belly. He works his hand up, barely touching me enough to coat my shaft in oil. “Look how big and hard you are,” he growls. “So needy.” He leaves my cock alone again, stepping away from the table and back into his heels. “Stay there for me. Be a good boy and don’t move.” He walks away, his heels clicking along the floor until they fade into the distance.
I lay there, struggling to keep my hands still. I try to remember to breathe deep, letting them out slow. I shudder because even the cool air feels like too much upon me. Rommel returns, setting up a tablet so it faces me. He turns it and I see he’s recording. My body is spread out like a meal on the table. Rommel smiles and waves at the camera, turning back towards me. In his hands he has that vibrating massager from the video he showed me the night before.
“Oh fuck,” I mewl.
Rommel chuckles. “Oh yes.” He dangles the vibrator by a cord. “You know what’s coming for you, don’t you Ashley?” He then laughs louder. “Or well, you’re going to wish that you were coming. Now, put your arms over your head for me please.” I do so and he ties them together, attaching them to the table. The silk ribbon feels nice around my wrists, but it’s still a surprise. “Good boy, Ashley. You must just get your reward faster than you think.” He presses a remote in his hand which turns on the vibrator. “We’re going to record until your partners can join us. So behave yourself and keep the show going for them.” He lowers down the vibrator, letting it nuzzle and buzz against my sack before slowly dragging it up along my cock. I arch my back to press closer, but it is for nought as it slips away to the side and slightly out of reach.
“Oops,” Rommel laughs, getting the vibrator elevated. “You know better than that.” He swings the toy, making it buzz over you for a swift moment before settling along the opposite side. I struggle, I really do. I’m growing more and more desperate by the second. I need it to touch me, to land a solid blow that I can feel and enjoy. I stretch my hips, trying to make it touch me and linger, but it move everytime, shifting away from me. It moves so easily and frustratingly never where I want it. It only brushes me like a breeze, and the more frustrated I get, the more my logic flies out of the window. I start to hump at the air, whining in my pitiful need, just to feel something, anything. Rommel maintains a cool, almost aloof expression as he watches me.
“Please!” I begin to beg. “Please! Let me have it! I can’t stand it anymore!”
“You are really cute this way,” he says smugly. “I’m enjoying myself. Aren’t you?”
I thrash my hips, trying to capture that damn, elusive vibrator. I could almost cry I am so frantic. “I need something!”
Rommel turns off the vibrator and pulls it away from me. I fall flat onto the table, panting and whining. I’ve never felt this pathetic and needy in all my life! How did he do that so easily? He really is as powerful as Ivy claimed.
“Poor baby,” I hear her voice and I turn to see her and Nicos gazing from the screen.
“Look who came to join us,” Rommel massages my arms and shoulders. “Isn’t that what you’ve been waiting for.”
I stare at their faces, missing them and needing them, but I am lost at what to say.
“I hope you’re not teasing him too much,” Nicos laughs. “He looks about out of it right now.”
“I’m fine,” I pant. “Just-” I arch my hips, letting them see how throbbing my cock is.
“Looks tasty to me,” Nicos says.
“You’re not going to let that go to waste, are you Rommel?” Ivy giggles.
Rommel walks around the table, tugging down the panties and lays his cock upon my lips. “Trust me, he’ll get everything he needs from me. Nothing goes to waste.”
I open my mouth, letting him rub himself against my lips and tongue. I moan against him, pressing my tongue to his shaft. Rommel turns my head, pushing himself inside my mouth, going deep, aiming for my throat. He pulls out, letting me kiss and lick, then shoves himself back inside deep. He rubs the back of my head, moaning or me as I choke slightly. “Having fun?” He pulls back to let me answer.
I nod, gasping. “Yes!” I hear Nicos moan and I turn to watch as Ivy’s head bounces in his lap.
“They’re getting off on watching you,” Rommel whispers into your ear. “Even if they didn’t love you, I’m sure they’d fall in love watching what they see here.” He kisses me hungrily, biting my lip and dragging his teeth down my neck. “Now then.” His fingers slip down my chest before he stands erect again. “Let’s finish that massage.” He moves down and spreads my thighs open, pouring oil along my shaft and between my legs. Rubbing it the oil over my thighs he moves deeper, kneading his fingers against my pucker. I gasp out loud, thrusting myself to meet his touch.
“Be still!” He warns quietly.
Ivy and Nicos are breathing deeply, but I cannot look at them. I am in enough pain here. Rommel’s fingers push inside me, pulling out all too soon. “That’s good. Keep still.” He takes the massager from before and tucks it between my cheeks, turning it on a setting that goes in short sudden pulses. I whimper, twitching as it feels good but not where I need it to be. Rommel then takes my balls in his palm, gently fondling them while watching my expression.
“Mercy,” I whine. “I can’t take much more of this.”
“Shh,” Rommel coaxes. “You can take a lot, I know how strong you are, Ashley.” He dips down, giving me fluttering kisses all over my chest. “I know how much your body can take. All it has survived up until this point.” He climbs up onto the table again, sitting on my stomach. He rubs his hands up and down my chest, pressing them in and pushing me through the table. At least, that’s what it feels like.
“I just want to come!” I almost cry.
“Of course you do.” Rommel kisses me. “But you can’t right now.”
I thrust my hips in frustration, trying to reach him with my cock, but he’s too out of reach for me. I can’t use my hands or arms, now my legs are useless. If I move them too much then the vibrator will leave me entirely.
Rommel smirks down at me. “Just a little while longer, Ashley.” He rubs his chest against mine, pressing like he did against my back. His legs slide down, his body moves closer. I could almost cry with relief when his skin touches my cock. I can feel his warmth, the slickness of the oil between us. He only lingers for a moment, but it’s enough to reassure me.
“See? I’ll take care of you, Ashley.” Rommel whispers to me. His hands stroke down my sides, grasping my hips and lifting them off the table. He places me in his lap, letting me rest a moment. He then takes his cock in his hand, pressing it to me.
“Ready, my good boy?” He prods for entrance.
“Oh fuck yes!” I whine. “Hurry!”
Rommel smirks. “You know I don’t do that.” He pokes and nudges before letting himself inside. He goes slowly, burying himself within me at a glacial pace. He then holds me on his lap, not letting me move or buck like I want.
“Fuck!” I struggle with my bound arms. “Oh please!” Ivy and Nicos’ moanin reaches my ears again and I almost lose my breath.
“Shh,” he hushes me again. “Slow now.” He bounces my hips against his legs, moving me up and down, up and down, in an achingly slow pace. “Enjoy it, deep breaths.”
“Rommel,” I whimper.
He moans loudly. “I see why they love you so much. You’re just endless. Oh Ashley! Let me take my time fucking you.”
I’m frustrated and desperate, but he feels so good.”Rommel, yes, please,” I beg.
His chuckle is deep and dangerous. “Nicos, Ivy?” He says to the screen. “You’re lucky I want nothing to do with romance, or else I might try to steal this boy from you. I hope you don’t mind sharing in the future.”
“That’s up to Ashley,” Ivy pants.
Rommel looks down at me with a coy smile. “You like me don’t you, Ashley?”
I am breathless and fading fast. “Of course.”
To my disbelief and joy, he begins to move faster. “You wouldn’t mind my treatment again, would you?” If I could applaude I would, he’s going harder!
“I don’t know if I could survive it again,” I pant.
Rommel then picks up the vibrator, he presses it to the base of my cock and turns it on. I lose it, my mind, my soul, my consciousness, everything leaves through my cock at that exact moment. Rommel presses the vibrator up and down my shaft, watching as everything leaves from inside me. I’ve never had a release like that, almost violent, but so needed. I suppose the best thing I could compare it to is a storm after a drought.
I am delirious and dizzy for a while after as it takes my soul some time to come back to my body. Rommel mops me up, sucking me dry once he is done, and carries me to bed where I sleep until I can be human again. When I come to, I am a new man again. I feel ascended almost. I take in a deep breath, letting it out as I stretch along the bed. I sigh dreamily, relaxing back into the bed as he strides away. I then reach for my phone, seeing a few messages from Nicos and Ivy. I smile, each one so sweet and affirming. I miss them so much and I can’t wait for them to come home. I’ve never had a foursome before, but I’m sure they all have. It’ll be fun to include Rommel now, even if he says he’s not in it for the romance. I smile to myself, still feeling like jelly below the waist. I sit up again, finishing off the water bottle. I manage to stand and go into the bathroom to hop into the shower.
Rommel struts down the hallway, dressed in his suit and looking like he hadn’t just sucked out one of my nine lives. “Welcome back, Ashley.” He hands me an ice cold bottle of water as I come out of the shower. “Rest well?”
I kiss him passionately, trying to impart my gratitude without words. “I feel amazing, thanks to you.”
Rommel licks his lips and smirks. “You don’t hate me?”
“It was touch and go there for a while.” I crack open the water bottle and guzzle it down. “But I can’t deny the results.”
“There’s still come on my ceiling,” he teases. “But I’m glad you feel better. Once you feel up to it, we’ll go to your place and pack a bag.” He kisses me again. “I have it all recorded too if you ever want to see it.”
“I’m sure Nicos and Ivy will add it to the collection.” I put my hand on his thigh. “I can get ready to go now if you want.” I say as I dry myself off. “I wasn’t aware of what happened after. You did finish right?”
“As soon as you popped I couldn’t last any longer either.” Rommel then stands up. “I owe you dinner, so think of somewhere fancy you’d like to go.”
I rest back against the pillows with the bottle on my chest. “Can we just order in? And we can watch a movie and fool around?”
Rommel glances back at me over the rim of his glasses, shocked expression melting into a smile. “You really are endless. Fine. We can stay in tonight.”
“I like you, Rommel,” I say to him.
He looks back at me and smiles. “I like you too, Ashley.”
