Page 101 of Naughty Dreams
“Please…”
“Keep begging, kid. Ask me for what you want. My cock in your ass, my hand on your dick, my teeth at your throat…”
“Yes…yes to all of it. To everything you want. Please…just hold me, Roy. I’m going to fucking die if you don’t take over. I’m out in the cold here.”
Lust could become desperation and despair in a blink. Roy wasn’t going to allow that. Dropping to a knee, he closed his hands on DJ’s shoulders, his thumbs stroking the sides of his throat.
“No, you’re not. You’re right by the fire. Feel it. I’m always warm, and when I’m near you, I become an inferno.” Roy traced DJ’s lips with his non-oily fingers, pressed them into DJ’s mouth so he could suck on him.
“What’s the only thing a sub needs to remember in a moment like this, Dory?” he asked when he removed them.
“His safeword.”
“True, but there’s something else. What is it?”
Roy wanted DJ spiraling into a world where he wouldn’t have to remember anything but one thing. He shifted behind DJ and probed his rectum with slick fingers, preparing the way as Dory struggled to find the right answer.
“How to serve my Master.”
“You get a gold star. And this.” He moved DJ onto his back and unwrapped his legs before guiding Dory’s feet so his calves rested on Roy’s shoulders. When he put himself inside DJ, he wasn’t done. Once he was fully seated, he tightened his stomach muscles, lifted himself and Dory, and settled into his sturdy occasional chair, holding DJ fully impaled on his cock. Roy’s arms were threaded under his cuffed wrists and against his arched back, his large hands curved over the incongruently wide shoulders.
“Oh, fuck…Roy.” DJ was practically folded in his lap, and Roy started pushing him down and thrusting up. DJ’s cock was leaking come against his belly and his eyes had that wide, desperate look of someone so close to coming but unable to stop anything. Roy grabbed him by the back of the neck, leaned in and kissed his mouth, then dropped to his throat, putting his teeth there. He bit his shoulder, his pectoral, as he thrustin short, intense strokes. DJ’s body convulsed in the restrained position.
“Don’t come until I do. You hold back, Dory. Your Master is giving you an order.”
Holding himself back was almost as difficult, but Roy managed it, teeth bared in a fierce challenge as he drew it out. He got DJ groaning with the need to spew, and even when Roy let himself go, he pinched DJ’s cock in a hard hand, holding his nape with the other, his eyes on Dory’s as his mouth stretched out to absorb the pleasure. The kid looked helpless, dazed, frustrated.
Then Roy was done, and he whispered it. “Now, Dory. You’ll come for me. But you ask and answer me first.”
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir, may I come? Please…”
He made him do three pleases, a total babble of need, before he nodded. “You may come now.”
He held on tight as Dory bucked and shouted, his release fountaining over the head and shaft, pearlescent viscous fluid Roy used to lubricate the sensitive column. He squeezed and stroked as DJ’s shout became a helpless shriek, his body no longer under any semblance of his control.
It belonged entirely to Roy.
When DJ ran down, thanks to his emotional state, he was on an edge too close to subdrop, and Roy wasn’t having that.
He eased him back to his side on the floor, took the cuffs off his wrists and rubbed the abraded skin, kissing the marks the rope had left. After he lifted and moved him to the bed, Roy kissed hip bones, sticky cock, navel, quivering layers of stomach muscles, and his nipples and shoulders.
I’m here. All over you, inside you.
When he curved above him, staring down, DJ’s hands were out to either side like a sacrifice. He was treating himself asbound, even with no physical restraints. But his fingers were twitching, waiting for permission to move.
“Do you want to touch me, Dory?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may do so.”
His hands flashed up, arms locking around Roy’s torso. His fingers stroked, nails digging in, all while DJ’s eyes stayed upon Roy’s face.
Until Roy stroked the tear away from DJ’s cheek. But when DJ turned his face away, Roy leaned in and put his mouth to the prominent cheekbone, body full against the length of Dory’s. He settled between his legs. DJ had long, strong arms, and they felt good around Roy. His legs adjusted to wrap even more securely over Roy’s hips. Roy held him close.
“Let it go, kid.”
Dory’s body shook, and he cried into Roy’s throat, against his chest, hiding his face from the world. From everyone except his Master, who demanded to be shown everything.
