Page 9 of Bound to Him

As predicted, the robe hung past the boy’s hands and down to nearly his ankles. Sebastian crooked his finger to bring him over, then rolled up the cuffs of the sleeves so he could eat properly.

“There. Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair opposite him before sitting down. “Beasley doesn’t know your tastes as of yet. If there’s anything you like in particular, or don’t like, you’ll have to let him know.”

Parker peered down at his plate and smiled. “This is wonderful.” Glancing up, he added, “I’m really not picky about what I eat.”

“That’s easy, then.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and held the carafe up. “Do you want some?”

“Thank you, Master.” Parker liberated the carafe from Sebastian, their fingers briefly touching.

The simple contact caused a spark to shoot right to Sebastian’s cock. He ignored it and instead amused himself watching his boy adding a little coffee to his cup of cream and sugar. He doctored his yogurt with the berries and granola that Beasley had provided and spooned some of the concoction into his mouth. As breakfasts went, it might strike people as an unlikely choice for a man of his size and energy, but he liked to eat lightly first thing in the morning. His slave obviously had different habits. Parker drowned his pancakes in syrup, causing it to pool around his eggs and strips of bacon, as well. He tucked into them with an obvious amount of hunger and a decent amount of table manners. There was something satisfying about knowing he fed the boy.

“I’m glad to see we worked up an appetite in you.” When Parker looked at him with wide eyes, Sebastian chuckled. “Sex takes a lot of energy…when done well.” He sobered as the boy shifted in his seat and winced. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?” He’d checked the previous night to make sure he hadn’t torn anything in his haste to take his slave’s virginity. And his dick had slid in smoothly earlier.

Parker lowered his gaze. “I’m fine, Master.”

A spurt of annoyance—mostly at himself—had him grabbing the boy by the wrist. “Never lie to me, even if you think I won’t like hearing the truth.”

Parker’s pulse quickened against Sebastian’s fingers. “I’m not lying, Master. Not really.” The boy licked his lower lip, shiny from syrup, in what was probably an unintentionally provocative way. “It feels…um, achy…down there.” He wiggled a bit. “It’s not exactly unpleasant.” The boy looked at him wide-eyed. “I guess maybe I liked what you did.” Looking down, he forked some egg into his mouth.

A jaded man such as Sebastian shouldn’t have been moved in any way by the knowledge that he’d brought pleasure to his bed partner. Being a skilled lover was a given. It was a matter of pride. Nevertheless, a spurt of gratification rose within him, making him smile with satisfaction. He let go of the boy’s wrist and sat back lazily in his chair.

“I’m glad to hear it. If I give you pain, it should be because I’ve chosen to do so, not bungled my way into it.” He knew his statement was perhaps somewhat cruel, yet something told him that Parker would take well to a little discipline.

His belief was encouraged when the boy’s breath quickened and a shudder ran noticeably through him. “Whatever you say, Master.”

Difficult as it was, Sebastian put aside any urges to take the boy back into the bedroom. The tailor would be arriving soon and despite it being a Saturday, his schedule was full as it nearly always was. “Finish up your breakfast.”

When they were done, Sebastian led Parker over to his wardrobe to pull out a pair of plain black cotton boxers and a white T-shirt. He held them out. “Put these on. You’ll swim in them but until you have your own clothing, this will have to do.”

Parker quietly did as told, looking adorable standing by the side of the bed, dwarfed by Sebastian’s clothes. Sebastian felt a fierce sense of possession for a moment before forcing himself to change into the sweat shorts and running shoes he used to work out in.

“Come with me. I’ll show you the gym on the basement floor. You can and should use it. You’re in excellent shape and I want you to stay that way, as I strive to myself.” With that, he left his room, sure that his slave followed him as he would for the next five years.

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Parker shouldn’t have been surprised that Sebastian had a home gym that rivaled any professional one. There was every conceivable machine for cardio and strength building, as well as free weights, battle ropes, both a speed bag and a heavy one, and even a climbing wall. He’d assumed he would simply continue his running routine in his new life. Now, he knew he could get a complete and varied work-out without ever leaving his new home. His master had ordered him to stay in shape, no surprise there. A fuck toy needed to remain appealing, after all. But regardless of that, it was a matter of health and pride that he do so. It was hard to resent an order for something he wanted for himself.

Too full from his amazing breakfast, Parker could only wander around, checking everything out, while Sebastian toned his body on a stationary bike. Alternative rock blared out from invisible speakers, making it impossible to talk even if he or his master wanted to. The man was singularly focused, however, as he sweated and strained his way through an uphill climb. Naked to the waist, the man presented an arousing picture of a beautiful man deep into exercise. His skin glowed with moisture and the muscles of his back rippled with effort. Tickets could have been sold to watch him work-out.

Not sure of what was acceptable conduct for himself, Parker roamed around the room, sneaking peeks at the man. All the while, that ache he’d confessed to over breakfast tormented him. He couldn’t help clenching his hole from time-to-time, enjoying the way it stimulated that discomfort. It was a perversely pleasing sensation, much like how he might poke at a bruise. His cock twitched in an effort to harden, thwarted by the cock cage. That, too, was surprisingly gratifying. He wouldn’t have thought he’d enjoy enforced chastity. This first morning in his new home, he hadn’t jerked off in the shower, the way he usually did. The denial intrigued him. When he was finally allowed to come, he expected it would be even more intensely pleasurable for the waiting.

He didn’t notice that Sebastian was done until the music cut off suddenly. Parker turned in his master’s direction, finding the man already wiping the sweat off his body and heading for one of the benches along the wall. He sat heavily, drank water from a waiting bottle and smiled.

“Come here.”

Parker walked toward Sebastian, feeling rather silly, dressed as he was in the oversized clothing. The T-shirt hung down from one shoulder and his dick swung freely inside the roomy boxers. He stood shyly before his master, pretty sure he knew what the next order would be, given how the man’s shorts tented.

Spreading his legs, Sebastian pointed to the floor between them. “Working out arouses me. You know what to do, I’m sure.” He gave him one of those lazy smiles, an expression that said he knew he’d get what he wanted.

“Yes, Master.” Parker moved into the V of the legs and knelt, his knees hitting the industrial carpeting with a rough thud.

He paid it no mind as he concentrated on his duty. The blow job at the office had been quick, but he’d learned a little something. Figuring he had leeway to go about pleasuring his master anyway he could, Parker clasped Sebastian’s waist. The feel of the warm and still-slick skin was enticing. He had a sudden urge to lean over and lap up the six-pack abs in front of him. Not daring to please himself absent permission, he instead tugged the waistband of the shorts down. His master helped by lifting up his hips, but otherwise kept his hands on the bench. Parker would need to do all the work.

The man’s cock sprung free, red and glistening. Parker moved his hands to grip Sebastian’s hips as he licked his lips to ready them to take in the cockhead and slide down the shaft. Salt hit his tongue the moment he made contact, a combination of sweat and pre-cum. He didn’t mind the taste. In fact, it whetted his appetite for more. Surer of himself than he’d been even a day ago, he clasped the shaft with one hand while taking as much of it into his mouth as he could. He was never going to swallow Sebastian’s large dick completely, but he got farther than he had before.

Parker had seen blow jobs hundreds of times on the internet. He called up those images as he bobbed his head and sucked. Although it was impossible to see it in movies, he knew that his tongue had a job to do, as well. He laved the underside of his master’s cock as he slid it back and forth along his tongue. Above him, Sebastian groaned and his hips bucked ever so slightly. Taking that as a cue, Parker picked up speed, each time taking the cock a little deeper down. The dick swelled before releasing its cum in a sudden burst. Parker swallowed as fast as he could, determined to take it all and spill not a drop.

Sebastian yelled out his orgasm, cantering his hips to drive his cock that much farther into Parker’s mouth. For a moment, Parker couldn’t breathe and started to choke. Then he was free again, Sebastian taking him by the hair and pulling him off his dick. Parker swallowed hard once more and sat back on his heels. His master had his head against the wall and his eyes closed, his broad chest heaving. Parker’s balls ached and his cock pressed against its restraint in a fruitless effort to harden. It was frustrating, but also weirdly okay. He took satisfaction in bringing another man to a climax even if he couldn’t join him.

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