Beautiful boy (31 page)

“Don’t come,” I commanded in a whisper. Then with my eyes fixed to his face, I swallowed his sensitive cock in one move.

“
Oh fuck, Master!
” he shouted, bucking.

I held his hips down and sucked, then slid my mouth up, dragging my tongue along the vein on the underside. Bobbing my head a few times, I sucked as I pulled up, running my tongue over it as I went back down.

“Master! Please, Master, oh God, I….
Please
!” he babbled.

He thrashed under me, his words devolving into incoherent begging noises. His arousal thrilled me and I loved how just
gone
with it he was. I continued to work him over for another few moments until his sounds turned truly pathetic and pleading, before letting go and sitting up. His balls had drawn up so tight, they nearly disappeared. His bright red cock stood up from him, so hard. Precum ran continuously along his cock to pool at the base.

My own dick jumped and I gave in. I needed him too badly.

After untying his ankles and lifting his legs, I snatched up the lube from the table and coated myself quickly. Then I carefully worked out the plug and set it aside. The sight of his stretched hole, still nice and open, brought a soft moan from me.

My self-restraint was gone. I entered him, burying myself in one thrust, groaning as his heat surrounded me. He shouted as I bottomed out, my hips hitting his still-sore ass.

Without hesitating, I thrust hard, need almost overwhelming me. His ass gripped my cock tightly, even having been plugged for so long. His moans filled the quiet room and pushed me toward orgasm faster than I wanted. I wasn’t going to last, too worked up over the scene and his beautiful reactions.

I shifted, lifting his legs higher and putting them over my shoulders to give myself slightly better access. It allowed me to go even deeper, and within a few thrusts, I knew I was going to lose it. That only got worse when he shouted as I hit his prostate.

Then he flexed his muscles, squeezing my dick, and it was all over.

“Oh fuck, boy!” I shouted as the climax hit me hard. My thrusts turned erratic, all rhythm gone as pleasure flew through me, streaking along my nerve endings and pulling my cum from my balls to fill my boy. I still hadn’t gotten used to that thought, knowing I was leaving my cum behind, and I thrust hard once more, giving him another spurt.

I held there for a long moment, listening to Kyle’s frustrated, needy moans as I worked to gather my wits. I panted hard, my heart pounding as I came down. Finally, I sat back, lowering Kyle’s legs and picking the plug up. As soon as I pulled out, I pushed it back in place and let Kyle’s feet touch the mattress.

I turned the bedside light off so it wouldn’t blind him, then unhooked Kyle’s wrists and removed the blindfold. I settled in next to him, and he rolled into me, burying his face in my chest. He trembled with restrained need, desperate whimpers leaking from him, and I held him, running my hand over his back to soothe. I whispered praise into his ear, kissing him softly on the top of his head.

He rocked, rubbing his cock against me, but I held his hips back, keeping him from any sort of friction. He whined a little louder at that, but I reminded myself I was doing the right thing by denying him and helping him focus for the weekend. His orgasm on Monday would be spectacular, and that thought gave me the strength to keep him in place until he calmed.

Eventually his breathing slowed, and I let him move in against me. His cock was still hard, tip still wet, but he didn’t try to rock.

“You’ve done so beautifully, boy. Made me so very happy.” I kissed his forehead, and he looked up at me.

I could see a struggle going on in him, and I waited to see what he’d say. If he called his safeword, if he asked for his orgasm, I’d push him onto his back, go down on him, and suck him until he lost his mind and his balls drained completely.

“Thank you, Master,” he said, instead.

My smile spread wide. “Thank you, boy. I’m so proud of you. I know how frustrated you are, know how hard that must have been, and you did so well.”

His breathing slowed even more, and he settled in against me, kissing my chest. “I love you, Master,” he murmured against my skin, and my heart skipped a beat. He didn’t often say it first, and here, now, when he was so frustrated, it filled me with awe.

“I love you too, boy,” I replied, tilting his chin and kissing him, keeping it soft. He didn’t need any more stimulation right now. When I pulled back, I studied him. “How are you feeling?”

“Horny,” he said, and I grinned with him. I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. “I know. Good boys should always be.”

I laughed, kissing him again. “Other than that, are you okay?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Let’s clean up in here, then go get a shower and get the rest of the wax off you.”

Kyle nodded and yawned.

“Then bed, I think.”

His grin turned sheepish. “Sorry, Master.”

I shook my head. “No need, boy. You’ve done a lot tonight. Let’s get going so you can sleep.”

AS I
settled in on the couch the next morning after breakfast, I watched with amusement as Kyle tried to find a way to sit comfortably. He still had the plug in—it hadn’t come out except for me to fuck him last night and to clean him out this morning. And his ass, sore from the night before, had still received its maintenance spanking. His pretty cock was also quite hard, adding to the problem, and if that wasn’t enough, I had no doubt his balls were starting to feel blue, as full as they were.

Right after we woke up, I’d had him suck me off. He’d had very impressive morning wood, which had only gotten worse with the blow job. Then the spanking before going into the shower, where, after cleaning him out, I got his brain firmly back on sex by making sure his cock was
very
clean, pushing him to the edge of orgasm three separate times.

And then we’d had breakfast: him on his knees again, eating from my hand. It was just as erotic as the night before. Even I was sporting wood again as we’d cleaned up.

Now, I settled in on the sofa, Kyle at my feet. I had a nice cup of coffee I’d share with him now and again, and a copy of
The Hobbit
to read. Kyle finally seemed to find a way to sit, partially on his hip, with his legs off to the side. His cock stood proudly up from his lap as if to make sure I saw he was still plenty aroused.

He laid his head on my knee, and I reached out, brushing at his hair. It was quickly becoming a favorite activity of mine, touching him like that. His hair was soft and silky, and I itched to touch it even if I didn’t have an excuse like this one. As I played with it, he sighed and closed his eyes.

I opened the book and found the first page. With one more brush of Kyle’s hair, I started to read. “In a hole in the ground….”

I’d come up with this idea the day before as I was getting the playroom ready. I’d been tossing around different options for activities we could do over the weekend. I wanted the things we did to either be something that allowed him to focus on me or be sexual. I was well aware we couldn’t be sexual
all
weekend. As much as I liked the idea of keeping him thoroughly frustrated, I knew there were limits.

So, this popped into my head. He’d be able to focus on my voice, touch me, have me touch him, and hopefully, give him the chance to sink a little further into his submissive mindspace. When I wasn’t turning pages, I kept my hand on his head. I played with his hair or just rested it there, keeping that connection.

I didn’t try to sing the dishes song. I wasn’t the most musical person in the world. But I’d always managed the Dwarves’ song about their home well enough, with my voice as deep as it was, and I sang the couple of verses the way they did in the movie. Kyle seemed very happy with that, so I was glad I’d done it—and skipped the rest of the long song. I loved Tolkien, but the man could go
on.

We made it through three chapters before we needed a break. He asked permission to use the bathroom, which thrilled me that he remembered. I took the time to get a fresh cup of coffee, as well. Then we settled in for more of Bilbo’s adventures.

By the time lunch rolled around, the Dwarves had made it out of Goblin-town and I had had enough of reading. I fed Kyle bites of ham sandwich, and when it was over, changed out his plug for a new one, then popped in the movie version of what we’d read before lunch.

I grinned at Kyle’s reaction when I hit the button on the remote I held and started the plug vibrating. He actually yelped first, then moaned. I spent the entire movie watching him rather than the screen, randomly turning the plug on and off. He never knew when to expect it, so he was always caught off guard.

He was also forced, then, to keep his attention on me.

I was evil. I knew it. But I also knew Kyle loved it as much as I did.

The end result was that he spent the afternoon hard. I don’t think I let his cock go soft for more than a few minutes before I turned it on, arousing him all over again. He struggled for about half the movie to keep his hands on his thighs. I took pity on him and offered to hook the cuffs together behind his back. He thanked me profusely when I did.

Of course, I’d also decided to put the leather cock ring on him too. And for good measure, I’d used a spreader bar, pushing his legs far apart and forcing him to sit on his sore ass. His cock didn’t go soft the rest of the movie.

By the time I turned off the movie and went to warm up dinner, he was whimpering quite pathetically. And making me more than a little crazy.

So, I fucked him before I made dinner. Threw him over the end of the couch, making sure his cock couldn’t touch anything, and then I pulled the plug and filled his hole with no other prep than to slick up my cock. He was so tight; it took no time at all for me to come. I filled his ass with my spunk, then quickly returned the plug.

I’m not sure it helped him any, but it definitely made me feel better.

Kyle

MY BALLS
felt like they were going to explode. Or fall off. Or something.

If I hadn’t been so focused on Master, I would have been completely nuts. But the fact that I was able to concentrate on him meant it wasn’t too bad. I was pretty sure, though, they were starting to take on a slightly blue tinge.

Master had been thoroughly frustrating over the last twenty-four hours. After he’d fed me bits of stir-fry for dinner last night, we’d spent the evening with him reading to me again. Thankfully, he’d left my cock alone, but listening to his deep voice, feeling him against me, and having his hand in my hair were enough to keep me extremely aware of him.

Not just focused on him—I’d stopped thinking about anything but him by the time we’d climbed out of the shower Friday night. I’d been fully centered on him since, not even thinking about my own body, with the exception of my hard cock. But even that made me think about him because he was the reason for its state. I loved it. It had, thus far, been such an amazing experience. I hoped we’d get to repeat it. Even having to ask to go to the bathroom, I didn’t mind. I’d lost my humiliation over having him near me when I did, so it didn’t even bother me a little.

I knew we couldn’t do this all the time. I was sure Master had to go through a lot to keep me like this. There was no doubt Master had put quite a bit of planning into it. At some point, I’d have to find a way to express my gratitude. For now, it was by focusing on him and my submission.

I’m not sure I went soft at all overnight. Master had fucked me again before we went to sleep, returning the plug I’d been without very little since Friday. He had, of course, not let me come. So I’d fallen asleep with my cock hard.

And awakened hard. I’d proceeded to give Master his morning blow job again—I rather liked waking him like that—which only served to frustrate me, since I enjoyed giving them. Then we’d gotten up and he’d given me my maintenance spanking. I found I liked that too. Not nearly as hard as punishment, but enough to make my ass sensitive. I liked having that extra reminder when I sat or knelt. I’m pretty sure it was a big part of me not breaking any rules the day before.

Then we’d gone into the bathroom and Master had surprised me with a bath in that pond-sized tub of his. As horny as I was, it frustrated me, but it had been as intimate as I’d thought it would be. I thoroughly enjoyed bathing him like that, being so close, touching and simply being.

We spent so much time in the bath, breakfast had turned into brunch. He’d fed me french toast and sausage, coffee and orange juice, all as blind as the rest of the meals. I’d never savored eating like that before in my life, and I suspected, after the weekend was over, I’d never approach a meal quite the same way again.

Our afternoon had been spent once again with me at Master’s feet while he read to me. I sat between his legs instead of next to him, but still on the floor with my head resting on his leg. I drifted, completely lost in the story and Master’s voice. His fingers in my hair teased me, both soothing and arousing at the same time. I suspected, as frustrated as I was, he could pat me on the shoulder and arouse me, at that point.

I appreciated it, though. Because when we got up for me to make dinner, the nervousness I thought I would have about it didn’t show up. I was able to approach it with a clear head and not let my nerves get in the way.

Cooking with a hard cock was an… interesting experience. Because, of course, Master made sure I was frustrated before we left the living room. He’d once again put me over the end of the couch, keeping my cock free of touch, and fucked me, stimulating me through my prostate. I’d almost come from it, I was that far gone. I’d held on, managing to keep the orgasm at bay. It’d been close, though, and the end result was a lingering erection.

Master made me wear an apron to protect my skin, and it tented obscenely, looking more than a little ridiculous. But I ignored it enough to prepare the chicken for the oven, cut the squash and zucchini, and cook the couscous. The chicken had been slightly overdone, but the vegetables had steamed perfectly, and I was downright shocked at how good the couscous came out.