"I wonder who will shoot first?"

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"Do you trust me?" Rio questions as he slowly sits up from his straddle position on the bed. He bites a little on his lip as his finger draws an invisible line down the division of Carlos' chest.

"Do I have a choice?" Comes the reply as Carlos' body reacts to the touch. A tickling shiver shoots across his skin and causes the curtain cord around his wrists to rub and chafe as they keep him in place. "But that's the point isn't it. I am under your control." He wriggles again as he tries to sit up and meet Rio halfway. "But that's where you're wrong. It's over when I say so."

Rio chuckles at the response. "And when is that huh?" He questions, as the finger now makes a light trail along the length of the erection, laying hot and heavy on Carlos' lower stomach. "Are we talking 'safe words' or when you come in sweet ecstasy?" He leans over the bound male, just close enough to utter. "The safe word is diamonds. Just say the word and I promise I will stop."

"I mean the latter. I will come when I please. You won't be able to control me." He grins as he sees Rio take note with a nod to his head."

"Ok, so maybe I will need to take it up a notch huh?" He backs off the bed and heads for the pile of clothes on the floor, locating the gun. It causes Carlos to recoil on the bed as he twists to one side, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"Rio… it's a loaded gun."

"Now what are we talking about here?" Rio resumes his straddling position, on the bed. The cool of the metal gets dragged across Carlos' warm skin, finally taking its place on his thigh. He looks at the erect penis alongside the gun's barrel, as he asks "I wonder who will shoot first "

"Fuck." A shudder fills Carlos as he looks up to the ceiling as a thrill like no other courses through him. He feels a hand envelop his hardness along with the cold steel as it pressed against the underside of his penis, with the coolness contrasting against that hot, thick pulsing vein.

"So now it begins." Rio hums as his spit slickened fingers begin to move up and down the shaft.

Carlos dares to lift his head to see the small barrel pointing right at him. A shot straight in the neck if a wrong move was taken. But would Rio really shoot? The small glimmer of the unknown sent a rush of fear inside of him, but it was also met with an equally erotic fantasy of that ultimate desire of living in the moment. Do or die. There would be no tomorrow for either of them. If Carlos was to end his life here and now, then what better way than to die in a state of ecstacy. 

He almost feels deprived when the weapon is moved, with it sitting comfortably in Rio's right hand. "What are you going to do now?" He huffs out a little breathlessly,  but doesn't have to wait too long when the barrel is taken to Rio's own lips. His hand joins their erections together as he opens his mouth, licking up one side of the barrel. Eyes focus on the man underneath him.

"How do I look?" He utters. "Is this how it feels to have the power? To be in absolute control over others? Why did you run away from it Carlos?"

Carlos feels the desperation of wanting his hands unbound. He wanted to take that gun. Point it at Rio's forehead and watch the fear and ecstasy in the man's eyes. "Next time." He begins.

"Next time?" Rio grins as his lips envelope the tip of the barrel. Eyes again focused on every action the man below him was displaying as he slowly draws the gun out, then in again as equally slow.

"Fuck…. I'm gonna…come." Carlos swallows hard, feeling powerless to stop himself until Rio does it for him.

With a squeeze to his tip, the orgasm is denied. Rio smirks at the writhing wreck beneath him. He withdraws the weapon from his lips, pulling back the catch as the gun now points straight at the centre of Carlos' forehead. He momentarily hesitates as he stares at the man beneath him, gun to his skull, denying his climax, expecting diamonds to be uttered but no such word is mentioned. Maybe he had underestimated him. "'Do you still think you're the one in control here?" Rio questions as he releases the pinch on Carlos' erection. " Open up."

Carlos felt as if he were riding on a crest, right on the edge and not knowing which way he would fall. Heaven or hell as he closes his eyes. His lips parting as the metallic taste hits his tongue.

"You come before I do and you die." Rio hums,  tiling his head to one side as he twists the gun in the man's mouth. He takes both their erections in his hand once again and begins to stroke.

It is all Carlos can do but to watch the show before his eyes, which he was a part of. The pull on his wrists was nothing compared to the agonising knot he felt down below. Even with a gun between his lips the need to climax was strong and now his life depended on it.

Rio gazes at the visual beneath him as he contines to slowly stroke.  "Mmm…. You look so hot. You're right. You're a hot Italian gangster and… I'm gonna….. I'm gonna….." Rio looks down at their erections in his hand. Hearing a groan from the other male as he witnesses the previously denied release. The orgasm reached with pulsating bursts as it covered Rio's working hand. The other male's orgasm besting his own by a few seconds.

He looks up at Carlos, whose eyes had gone wide with a mixture of bliss, followed by fear. He sees Rio slowly shaking his head at him, letting go of their sexes as he wags a forefinger at the man. "T,t,t,t. Oh dear. That wasn't the deal now, was it." The gun still in his possession gets pulled from the man's lips and is aimed straight at the centre of his forehead. "I guess this means you will have to die….."