Page 30 of His Theo

Why was I stuck?

Was I supposed to wake up stuck?

Oh.

Peeking one eye open, I saw a slender tentacle wave hi. So to be polite, I smiled back at it. “Hi.”

The adorable sound of Jerker laughing came from the other side of the bed. “Your alarm will sound in four minutes and thirty-two seconds.”

It took me a few seconds too long to realize that we’d just started some kind of beat the clock challenge. The tentacles around me started writhing and pulsing, bringing back the memory of arguing with Jerker about wearing clothes to bed.

I’d won and was still naked, but I had a feeling that might come back to bite me in the ass at some point.

For the time being, though, it’d turned out to be the best decision ever.

“Four minutes and twenty-one seconds, my mate.” Wrapping one limb around my dick and twirling around it like it was licking one of those rainbow-colored suckers, he quickly slipped another inside my ass and started making a similar motion.

Best fucking carnival ride ever.

As he slowly whispered the countdown, the rest of his limbs pulsed tighter around me. I might’ve actually made it to the alarm going off, but lucky for both of us, he figured out how sensitive my nipples were.

Nubbies were amazing.

They flicked.

They teased.

They pinched.

And as he got to one minute and nine seconds, they pulled my orgasm from my body.

All I could do was cry out because he was holding me so tight I couldn’t even shake. The complete restraint made it feel like my orgasm was bouncing around inside me like a trapped pinball. It just kept lighting me up like I was his favorite game and all he had to do was mash my buttons.

When my alarm finally went off, I was boneless and trying to decide if I had the energy to pee. When that seemed debatable, my brain shifted to trying to remember when the last time I’d taken a sick day had been.

“You are uncomfortable, my Theo.” Picking me up before I realized he was talking about my having to piss like a racehorse, Jerker was gentle as he hauled me off to the bathroom. “Humans are fragile, so multiple physical pleasures before work commences is not recommended.”

He wasn’t wrong, but I found myself pouting as he put me down in front of the toilet. “But I like multiple pleasures.”

And he was really good at giving them to me even when my body tried to complain that wasn’t always a good idea.

Master patted my head as he grabbed my cock and aimed it at the toilet—evidently I wasn’t supposed to do that by myself anymore? “You are a very good boy, my mate. However, I must be constantly vigilant about your physical health.”

That didn’t sound like I was going to get another orgasm before work.

“I will monitor your health closely and if I deem multiple pleasures safe, we will incorporate it into our morning routine.” Before my brain could wake up enough to figure out where the red flags in that sentence had come from, he patted my head again. “You must evacuate your bladder. Be a good boy.”

I wasn’t awake enough for discussions with Jerker yet.

Once I’d realized that, everything else went more smoothly. I submitted. He was proud of me. Verbal negotiations weren’t required at all.

Submissive, relaxed thoughts meant confident, take-charge Master.

Reminding myself that I needed to remember that, I snuggled into him as he carried me into the kitchen and just let him keep going. “You require a variety of healthy nutrients for your body to use as fuel.”

I was going to require caffeine too but I wasn’t sure if that was considered a health nutrient or something I was going to have to sneak later.

As I tried to figure that out without sending longing looks at my coffee maker, Master moved around the kitchen and opened every door and analyzed every appliance before setting me down at the table. “I have the knowledge that humans do not need to be hand-fed. You may sit on your own unless it is required for your submission.”

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