Page 49 of Body and Soul

I swallowed hard, my mouth bone dry. With shaking hands, I cupped my balls, rolling them gently. The stimulation sent sparks racing up my spine. Slowly, I trailed my fingers up the underside of my cock, teasing the thick vein before wrapping my fist around the base.

I stroked myself with long, languid pulls, twisting my wrist just how I liked it. My other hand toyed with the piercing, tugging and flicking the ring until my cockhead glistened. I pinched the metal, reveling in the sharp sting of pleasure.

“That's it,” Shepherd purred, his eyes intent. “Take your time. I want to see what makes you feel good.”

Encouraged, I laved my palm, slicking it with saliva before wrapping my wet hand back around my cock. I stroked faster, slippery sounds filling the air.

Shepherd's heated gaze tracked my every movement. I felt exposed but thrilled. This was the most intimate act of service I’d performed for him yet.

I trailed my free hand to my chest, finding a sensitive nipple and rolling it between my fingers. I pinched the nub, sending jolts of pleasure to my core. My hips canted into my slick fist, seeking more friction against my aching flesh.

“You like having your nipples played with,” Shepherd observed, a purr of approval in his voice. “Pinch them harder.”

I obeyed eagerly, twisting the nub until it throbbed. A low moan clawed its way out of my throat.

“Good boy,” Shepherd praised, and I preened internally, responding to his voice.

My cock pulsed in my grip, growing harder. I could feel my release building at my spine, my balls drawing tight. I squeezed the base, staving off climax to last longer for him.

My strokes grew urgent, the wet sounds of pleasure filling the room, mingling with my ragged pants. I rolled my balls, tugging gently, savoring the ache. My other hand twisted my nipples until they were red, each pinch sending a bolt of electricity to my core.

Shepherd watched, pupils blown wide with lust, fingers digging into his thigh. I could see the thick line of his arousal tenting his zipper, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

Saliva flooded my mouth as I imagined sinking to my knees before Shepherd, nuzzling into his clothed erection. I hollowed my cheeks and suckled on two fingers, picturing his thick cock sliding past my lips.

“You're imagining that's my cock, aren't you?” His voice was pure sin, rough with arousal.

I whimpered and nodded, losing myself in the fantasy. I bobbed my head, taking my fingers deeper, swallowing around them, picturing Shepherd's thick length pulsing against my tongue. I hoped he’d let me keep sucking until I fell asleep like that.

I sucked harder on my fingers, drool slipping down my chin. I moaned around them, imagining I could taste Shepherd's arousal. My other hand moved faster over my aching cock, swollen and leaking steadily.

“Look at you,” Shepherd purred. “You're so beautiful, drooling all over yourself in your desperation. You're making me so hard.”

I whimpered, my hips hitching into my grip. Knowing I pleased him sent a thrill through me. There was no greater satisfaction than serving him well.

I ground the heel of my palm over my piercing, tugging with each stroke until my cockhead throbbed. The tension coiled tighter, my release building at my spine.

I shuddered and paused, sliding my fingers briefly from between my lips to ask, “May I cum, Sir?”

Shepherd palmed himself through his slacks with a small hiss. “Yes, boy. Cum for me.”

I slipped my fingers back into my mouth and sucked hard, stroking my cock with renewed determination. My orgasm hit hard and sudden. I cried out around my fingers, my back arching as pleasure sparked through me. My cock jerked and pulsed, spilling cum all over me. I stroked through it, milking every last drop until I was spent, trembling all over, fingers slipping from my lips with a wet pop.

My legs wobbled and threatened to give out on me, my muscles turned to jelly. But before I could crumple to the floor, strong arms caught me around the waist, holding me up. Isagged into that solid embrace, my head lolling back against a broad shoulder.

“I've got you,” Shepherd murmured. “You did so well for me, sweet boy. Such a good boy.”

Warmth bloomed in my chest at his gentle praise, chasing away the last tendrils of tension. I hummed in contentment, burrowing deeper into his arms. Shepherd's clean, masculine scent surrounded me, leather and spice with an undercurrent of his unsatisfied arousal.

Shepherd's strong arms tightened around me, holding me close against his solid chest. I melted into his embrace, boneless and sated, my over-sensitized skin tingling everywhere it pressed to his clothed form. The steady thump of his heart under my cheek grounded me as the aftershocks of my intense orgasm continued to spark through my nerve endings.

“There you go,” Shepherd murmured, his deep voice a soothing rumble that reverberated through me. “Relax. I've got you now.”

I sighed in contentment, letting my eyes slip shut as I breathed in his familiar scent, an intoxicating mix of rich cologne, aged leather, and masculine musk. The last coiled tendrils of tension slowly unspooled from my muscles, leaving me pliant and heavy in his arms.

Shepherd lowered us both to the plush area rug, cradling me in his lap. I curled into him instinctively, craving more of his warmth and closeness. He wrapped his arms more securely around me, one large hand coming up to pet over my sweat-damp hair in long, soothing strokes. I arched into his touch like a cat, a low purr building in my chest.

“You did so well, Eli,” Shepherd’s fingertips trailed over the vulnerable nape of my neck and raising goosebumps in their wake. “You were perfect for me, sweet boy. So beautiful and obedient.”

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