Page 48 of Body and Soul

With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of my t-shirt, peeling the thin cotton up my torso, revealing my flat stomach and lean chest. Shepherd tracked my progress intently as I pulled the shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor.

“Good boy,” Shepherd praised, sending a flush of pleasure through me. “Now the jeans. Unbutton them, but leave them on for now.”

I obeyed, fumbling slightly with the copper button. The rasp of the zipper sounded obscenely loud in the charged quiet. The worn denim parted, revealing my black boxer briefs, the cotton straining over my painfully hard erection. A damp spot had already formed where I’d started to leak.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, hesitating. My cock twitched eagerly, begging to be freed.

“Go on,” Shepherd prompted, his dark eyes glinting in the firelight. “Nice and slow.”

Drawing in a shaky breath, I began to inch the briefs down, baring my hips and lower abs. The fabric slipped over my erection, my cock springing free to slap against my stomach with an obscene sound. I moaned at the sensation, my hips rocking forward involuntarily.

I pushed my briefs and jeans down and stepped out of them, fully nude before Shepherd's intense gaze. His eyes roved hungrily over my body, widening as they landed on my erect cock.

“Well now, that's a surprise,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “You didn’t mention you were pierced.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, and I fought the urge to cover myself. “Yes, Sir,” I replied softly.

A silver ring glinted against the flushed head of my cock, a Prince Albert piercing I'd gotten on a whim after leaving the cult. Suddenly, under Shepherd's scrutiny, I felt unbearably exposed.

Shepherd leaned forward, elbows on his knees, gaze zeroing in on the piercing. “I've never had a submissive with a piercing before. It suits you.”

I shivered at his words, pleasure and embarrassment making my skin prickle. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Play with it,” he commanded, sipping his scotch. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

My heart hammered as I wrapped my fingers around my aching shaft. I gave myself a few languid pumps, savoring the slide of my foreskin over my swollen head. Then I toyed with the metal ring, tugging gently and sending sparks of pleasure through me. A low moan escaped my lips, and my hips canted into my touch.

“That's it,” Shepherd purred, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Pinch it. Pull it taut.”

I obeyed, pinching the ring between my fingers, tugging it taut, the sting of pain blending exquisitely with pleasure. Clear fluid welled from the tip and dribbled over my fingers, making it easier to stroke.

“Fuck...” I gasped as I pulled harder on the ring, my other hand flying over my shaft.

“Language, boy,” Shepherd chided, but his voice was rough with arousal as he palmed himself through his tailored slacks.

I whimpered an apology, my hips pumping frantically into my tight fist. I was so close, my balls drawing tight. The tension in my core wound tighter, my blood roaring in my ears.

“Stop,” Shepherd barked. “Hands off. Now.”

A wounded sound tore from my throat, but I obeyed, releasing my dripping cock. It twitched and jerked, angry red and leaking. I panted harshly and trembled, watching a long string of pre-cum drip onto the floor.

“You’re leaking a lot,” Shepherd observed. “You must be really turned on.”

My face was on fire as I admitted, “Yes, Sir. I…I like you watching me.”

“You like entertaining me? Performing for me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He leaned forward. “But you also like the way I control your pleasure. You like being denied release until you’ve earned it, don’t you?”

I bit my lip in a failed attempt to hold back a groan. When I finally answered, my voice came out small and desperate. “Yes, Sir.”

“And have you earned it yet?”

Fuck. My cock pulsed, sending another heavy drop of pre-cum dripping to the floor. “No, Sir. Only when you say I’ve earned it.”

“That’s right.” Shepherd leaned back against the couch, swirling his scotch. “Show me how you pleasure yourself, boy.”

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