Page 41 of Storm Bound
“What do you want me to do, boy? Tell your master,” he said, but I’d already lost my mind. I lost it the minute his hand wrapped around my cock and squeezed me like I was nothing but a toy.
“If it pleases you, Master, will you… suck me off?” I whimpered.
He smirked and lowered his head over my crotch. He didn’t put me in his mouth, though.
“You want me to suckthis?” he asked, and I twitched.
That sounded like an insult. And I loved it. But hopefully we’d live to do some humiliation play another day.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
“Do you?”
“Yes, Master.”
His grip tightened, and I all but cried as his mouth covered my crown.
If it felt this good being sucked, what would it be like getting fucked?
Thirteen
Charlie
Isipped his honeyed precum like it was the gods’ nectar. It shouldn’t surprise me that he tasted so sweet when he was such a sweet boy.
So…
We were doing this, weren’t we?
There wasn’t any time—or desire—to stop it now. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Adam needed a master, and I wanted my boy, so fuck the doubts and my rule. Maybe there was something here worth having. And if there was, I’d be a fool to reject it just because I might get hurt.
That was the kind of shit I told my nephew, Nathan, off for, with his incessant list of attributes.
I felt Adam tense under my thumb. His body stilled and his breathing slowed, waiting with bated breath for my order.
I looked up at him and what do you know? He was still staring at me like the good boy he was.
God, that made me even hornier.
I lapped my tongue under his length and swallowed more of him. He gasped. The fat on his torso jiggled, and I doubled down on my efforts.
I loved men with love handles so much. Someone with some meat to hang onto while I rode them until we were both heavy, hot, and breathless.
I turned my attention back to his cock when I spotted something grey and cute jutting out from under the coffee table from within a box.
“What would that be?” I asked and pulled it closer to me.
“Oh no, no.” Adam cringed.
But it was too late. I was looking inside the box, and my mind raced with all the possibilities.
Not only was there a grey Cursed Hearts onesie just like mine, but also a bottle of lube and a pink dildo inside.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I’d seen them when they first came out. Well, actually, I saw them because Benji had messaged me the link as soon as the news broke, and he’d even bought himself one, but I hadn’t. I hardly had any use for a butt plug let alone a dildo. Even if it was a Cursed Hearts dildo. I had, however, abused the shit out of the Caleb fleshlight they released. But sadly it had died a very sexy death after a year of non-stop use, and I never bothered to replace it.
Considering those sex toys were now considered collectible and cost upwards of a thousand bucks, could anyone blame me for not shelling out?
