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He’s shared his morning visit to me with everyone else. Another reason to be pissed off with him. “Nope and why he felt the need to spread it all to the rest of you is equally fucking annoying.”
“I told him he was out of line. Pops knew Noah was a submissive, he even told him that you’d be a good Dom for him. That’s why he was so eager to get the two of you together. I bet he doesn’t know about his visit.”
“Probably not, or Dad wouldn’t have been able to walk let alone work out.”
Royal’s attention turns to over my shoulder. “Your man is here.”
I look over and see the smile on his face, and I know it’s because of me, of what I give him. Tonight is going to be a thrill for him, even if he’s not sure to begin with. I know he’ll sink into his role. He’ll get as much out of it as I will, and I get to reward him when the night is over.
His shock over the drive-through turns him into a squirming, horny mess. I’m impressed he can keep his dick from getting hard. It plumps a couple of times, but whatever he’s thinking about has it softening again.
When we get back to the flat, a quick reprimand from me has him leaving his dick out of his sweats, even when he has to get out of the car. It’s easy to leave him in the car to get his head in the right space for obey me out in the open.
“Hey, Jackson. You still up for this?” I greet him with a fist bump as he grins.
“Sure thing, you know me, a little of sub humiliation is a speciality of mine. Any dos or don’ts?”
“Nope, he likes dirty talk, being called names. I’m gonna say no touching, but I’ll see how he reacts to you. That okay with you?”
All I get is a grin. His smooth dark brown skin and perfectly straight white teeth has him as a favourite in the clubs. Tonight, his eyes sparkle with mischief, giving him a devilish look. I know how good he is with the subs. I can trust him.
“Hey, boy, get your arse in gear.” I’m at the door of the flat by the time he reaches us, just as Jackson speaks. “Sounds good, man. I’m up for that.”
I’ll let Noah make of that what he wants. It’s time to play. “Say hello to Jackson, boy.” I lift his chin up with my forefinger. “Don’t be shy.”
Noah looks at Jackson and immediately blushes as Jackson looks him up and down. “Hello, sir.”
“Good boy.” I kiss the side of Noah’s head. “Why don’t you take off your sweats, boy. In fact, I think you should strip. You must be all sweaty after your session at the gym.” I give him a pat on his arse as he pulls his T-shirt over his head, then pushes out of his clothes. I take them off him and tap his bare backside. “Why don’t you take Jackson into the living room.”
“Yes, Sir,” he says quietly but without any hesitation, he’s getting into this now. “Come this way, sir.”
“Thank you, boy. You look very cute with your little cock hanging free,” Jackson says and follows my boy.
This is fun. I grab a couple of beers, then follow them. Jackson has made himself at home in the large chair facing the sofa. Noah is kneeling by the side of the sofa, the place he useswith me in the evenings. “Thank you, boy. Can you give this to Jackson, please.” I hold out the beer bottle.
Noah stands and takes the bottle, but before I let him take it, I give his foreskin a pinch, making him gasp and bite down on his lip as his eyelids flutter. I tug one more time before releasing the skin from my fingertips. His eyes dart to me, then to Jackson. “Thank you, Sir.” God, he’s so fucking good at this. If I’m not careful, I’m going to have his lips around my dick in front of my friend before the hour is out.
I watch, my bottom lip snagged between my teeth, as Noah walks across to Jackson, then drop to his knees before he offers the bottle to my friend.
“Thank you, boy.”
“Good boy. Now, get on your hands and knees and crawl back to me. Give Jackson a view of your pretty little hole.” I grin at Jackson, and he smirks at me. Once again, Noah complies with no hesitation. When I look down, he has an erection, and it shows me how right I am to have done this.
He crawls back, and there’s a sway in his hips as he exposes himself. Reaching me, he looks up, his eyes dark with arousal. I lean down and kiss him briefly. “You’re doing so well, boy.” His cheeks are pink, blushing beautifully at my praise.
“He has a such a greedy hole, Saint. I’m surprised you don’t keep it lubed and plugged. You could fuck him anywhere you wanted without any prep. But I guess he likes the burn and stretch, if he’s the little pain-slut you say he is.”
“That’s a great idea, and it just so happens, I have both here. Would you like me to plug your dirty, hungry hole, boy?”
“Y…y…yes, Sir, very much.” He’s nodding, eagerly.
“And would you like Master Jackson to watch me stuff you full? He’ll see just how greedy you are,” I ask him, knowing what his answer will be.
“Yes, Sir, please, Sir.”
I press another kiss on his mouth, he chases for another, but all he gets is a swat on his arse. “Patience.” I step past him and open a leather box on the coffee table and retrieve the thick, black plug and the bottle of lube. I also take the hand control for the plug. He won’t be expecting this. “Spread your legs.” I tap his bum.
The lube slides down the crack to his pucker, which twitches as the cold gel runs over it. As I circle the star with my finger, I praise him. “You look stunning, boy. Your hole is ready to suck my finger inside it. Can you see how needy he is?”
