Page 47 of Storm Bound
“Look at the mess we made, boy,” he said with a smirk.
“I’m sorry, Master. Will you lick me clean?” I asked, and he wasted no time to attack me with his tongue and lick every part of my face. My face tingled every time his tongue laved my skin, and the effect rolled over to the rest of my body until I was hard again.
“There. All clean again,” he said.
Without pausing one beat, I ran a finger across his plate and pulled my waistband to rub the chocolate over my dick.
“Ope! I’m sorry, Master. I seem to have made more mess,” I said.
His smirk widened, and he obliged by licking me—and milking me—clean again. I loved him drinking my cum without hesitation. Justin had me convinced it tasted like sick, yet the way Charlie licked his lips even when I was all dry told me he enjoyed my flavor.
I’d never been with someone bare. I was a doctor, after all, and I knew all too well the diseases one could catch from bareback sex. But when Charlie discovered there were no condoms in my little box, I lost my mind. I wanted his dick in me so bad, I couldn’t imagine stopping and not having him take me.
In a way, I was glad it was him who took my bareback virginity. I could tell he appreciated every inch of me, and it made me all fuzzy inside knowing he was the only man to have been and come inside me.
After he was done with me, I begged Master to let me suck him, too, but he just lay down and patted the space next to me, taking me in his arms.
“Let’s just cuddle for a bit, my boy,” he said, and I was more than happy to do so.
Justin never wanted to cuddle. Heck, most times, he barely even slept in the same bed.
“When did you discover you’re into submission?” he asked.
I thought back to med school when I hooked up with this student who was into dominance.
“I was still in med school. There was this guy who liked me and kept flirting with me. Then, when we hooked up, he told me he liked domination and loved humiliation. So he asked me if I was okay with him calling me his fag,” I said.
Charlie didn’t wince. Most guys would. Most guys I’d told had. But not him. He knew whatever happened during a scene had nothing to do with reality.
“How was that?” he simply asked.
“Hm… honestly? It was scary. I’d never done that before, and when he called me a fag at first, I cringed. But I really, really liked him. He was hot and sexy, and I wanted him to fuck me, so I went along with it. By the time we came, I had the most fun I’d ever had. He was really sweet, as well, after. He let me cry in his arms and explain to me what was happening to me.”
“I can imagine. The first time can be really intense and alien,” he said. “What happened next?”
“We started seeing each other. But the more time we spent together, the more I realized we weren’t compatible. He was a good dom, don’t get me wrong, but he started being a dick at school. He was really competitive, and that made him turn nasty. In a not so sexy way. So I ended things with him,” I said.
I hadn’t thought of Richie in a long time.
“How long were you together?”
“A year.”
“What about after him? Did you have another dom?”
“A few,” I said. “But they never lasted long. What about you? When didja discover you were into dominance?”
“When I graduated,” he said. “After my accident, I went through a dark phase where I didn’t think anyone would ever want to be with me, so I started hooking up with random strangers I met online. One of them took me to a BDSM club and introduced me to ‘the life.’ So then I researched it and found a forum for BDSM lovers. I experimented a lot.”
“Wow,” I said. “You must have had many subs.”
“None for more than a night.”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“People were funny about my stoma, and there’s only so many times you can hook up with someone and not get naked.”
