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“Yes, Sir. I’d like that.”
“Such a little cock-slut.”
“Yes, Sir. Your little cock-slut.”
As we walk into the club, I can feel the excitement buzzing through Noah. The thorough fucking I gave him this afternoon has taken some of the edge off, but this boy isn’t anywhere near finished. “Keep your eyes down, boy,” I remind him, aware that he’s still new to this lifestyle.
We get a lot of looks as we make progress through the busy room. Noah is wearing black leather shorts with cut outs to show off his stunning, round arse—the handprints from his earlier spanking still visible. When we get to our seat, one I purposely chose to be seen from all sides and with a low table, I drop into the chair, and Noah kneels at my side. I stroke my fingers through his hair. It’s longer now than when I first met him. I’ll be able to put it in a knot soon, something I find incredibly sexy.
Noah leans against my leg, totally in his zone. Something I’m going to change very soon, once the others join us. A server approaches, and I order a drink for me but not for Noah, not yet anyway, maybe when he’s finished his little show.
Jackson is the first to arrive. “It’s good to see you again, Saint. I’m excited to see what your boy will do tonight.”
Noah tenses for a second, then relaxes. I keep stroking his hair. “I think he’ll enjoy it; he expressed a need to let go. Ofcourse, I thought of you. He liked his last time with you. Ian and Aaron will be joining us. I know how much they love to tease.”
It’s only moments before the two other Doms arrive. Noah begins to tremble as I stroke down his neck to his back. “Stand up, boy. I want to show you off.” He rises gracefully, still looking down. “Head up, boy. Say hello to our guests.”
“Good evening, Sirs.” The quaver in his voice could be read as nerves, but I know better. I know he’s excited.
“Turn around, show them your arse, boy. It’s a work of art.” I give it a hard slap before he turns to face me. His eyes are glowing with happiness at my praise. “Good boy.” I snap the button on the shorts, undoing the poppers to open the fly. His cock is stiffening as it’s released from the tight confines. “Colour?” I say quietly for his ears only.
“Green, Sir.”
“May I?” Jackson asks as he reaches for Noah’s arse.
“What do you think, boy. Do you think I should let Master Jackson touch your arse. Maybe leave his handprint on it.”
We’d discussed if he would like other men to touch him, more than happy for him to say no, but again he surprises me.
“I don’t mind, Sir. Is it something you’d like to see? Another man’s hands on me. What would you want them to do to me?” Noah says honestly, always so keen to make sure it pleases me.
“It’s incredibly erotic to watch another man want you. I know we’re nowhere near the sharing stage, but another man pleasuring you is a huge turn on.”
“If it pleases you, Sir.” His voice deeper now, he’s so turned on.
I push his open shorts down his legs. “Step up on the table, boy.”
Noah obeys without any hesitation, and I reward him with a kiss. “You may spank him, gentlemen. He likes to hear what you think of him. Especially his tiny cock and how useless it is. Unable to satisfy anyone.”
Jackson is the first to touch him, the smack not as hard as the one I gave him, but he flinches a little before remembering his manners. “Thank you, Master Jackson.”
He’s loving this. My total focus is on my boy. I can hear the comments from the others as they join in, spanking his arse. His dick is so hard, engorged with blood as the veins pulse through and around his shaft. Precum is weeping steadily down the length as he absorbs the harsh slaps from the other men. His eyes are on me, watching me as I gaze at him. “You’re such a good boy. I think you’ve had enough spanks now.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says, his voice gruff, loaded with want and need of more. He turns to face the three Doms as they take their seats. “Thank you, Sirs.”
His arse is bright red, handprints standing out. He’s going to be feeling it for a couple of days, and I’ll be sure to remind him how proud I am of him.
“Grab your tiny cock, boy. I want you to stroke yourself, and if you put on a good show, I may let you come. If you’re really good, I’ll fuck you here, in front of everyone. I know you’ll like it. You’ve amassed quite an audience. Show them what an attention slut you are. How much you love being watched, talked about.”
Noah takes his dick in his hand and strokes it from base to tip. I doubt it will take him long to climax, and I’m going to let him come. He really does have all eyes on him, I can seethe looks of admiration for my beautiful boy. As I look around, there’s one pair of eyes that tell a different story.
Tate.
His eyes are blazing, furious and full of anger. I don’t know what’s going on in his head, but he has decided to hate Noah. I’m going to have to have a talk with him. Now, though, I’m back with my boy. He’s slowed his strokes down, probably to halt his orgasm.
“You can do better than that, boy.” I step up close, pressing a kiss on his lips. “Harder and faster. I want inside you, but you need to come first.”
His eyes are virtually black with lust—heavy hooded lids show off his desires. I give his bottom lip a sharp nip, then give him the command he’s been waiting for.
