Page 24 of Weston & Cyrus
Not my toy.
Sir.
Sir had a cock.
“Does my needy boy want to suck on a cock or be a cockwarmer?” Sir read my mind, making me worry about what else he could see when he looked at me. “What about worshipping my cock? Is that what you want?”
I.
That.
He.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, dirty boy?” He smiled like I was a good boy but it made me squirm and I couldn’t think. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”
He did?
He did.
Yes, Sir liked making me squirm and telling me I was a good boy.
“Let’s get my good boy naked, though.” Sir gave me more sweet kisses, and I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped. It made him chuckle and he shook his head like I was adorable.But I was naughty. He thought it was cute, though. “Cute little sluts don’t need so many clothes on.”
Sir shook his head again as he stepped back and eased my shirt over my head. “That’s much better, but it’s okay you forgot that a slut should be naked. It’s hard to remember so much when you’re a naughty boy who’s picturing being used so wickedly.”
He.
I.
His hands stroking over my chest had me shaking again and the world flashed in and out. “I get…I get to worship you. That’s…that’s my reward.”
I had to tell him that, right?
Even though he’d read my mind?
He was making it hard to think.
“You don’t have to think, slut.” Sir smiled again, making me squirm and feel silly. “You have to obey and show me what a sexy boy you are.”
I…I could do that.
I didn’t have to think to do that.
“It’s…I’ve had to think for a long time.” Yes, he needed to know that. “But you’re…you’re here now.”
He wanted to be here and he wanted to be Sir.
And I…I was his naughty boy.
“That’s right.” Sir kissed his naughty boy’s forehead. “And I want my naughty slut to be naked so I can see that cute toy you’ve got and see how sticky you are.”
“You…I…” Sir brought everything to a halt as he released the button on my pants. He’d done it so many times in my dreams that it didn’t seem real. But he was real because he made me squirm better than Dream Sir ever had. “You let me get sticky.”
“Yes.” He kissed my cheek like he thought I was cute. “How did you get sticky?”
How did such an easy question make me feel such big things?
“You…” He was taking off my pants. That was. He was. “I got to hump your leg.”
