Among other things.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips and with my arms caging his head. “Not tonight,” I tell him, “but at some future point, Iamgoing to fuck you raw and make you mine.”
An eager nod greets that proclamation. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
Leaning in for another kiss, I stop just short and he lifts his head to meet me there.
More eagerness on his part.
“Tell me about some of your fantasies,pet.” I brace myself on my left arm. With my right hand, I lightly tease and play with him. Nipples, cock, cupping his balls, stroking his flesh, getting him used to my touch.
Associating everything good and pleasurable with what we’re doing now, building it up in his mind as a positive thing. Will I try to drag him kicking and screaming out of his closet?
Absolutely not.
Iwilldo everything in my power to show him I am a safe space for him, where he can always retreat to, and I will give him whatever cover he needs.
As he talks, I stare into his eyes, nuzzle his nose with mine, nibble gentle kisses along his jaw, nip the shell of his ear and let him hear me breathing. My new pet has many dark and dirty fantasies, of being taken and used and broken, helpless to resist despite trying.
I also sense a hidden thread of shame over these fantasies woven into the fabric of his spirit, lying just below the surface.
I suspect his family is likely very conservative and wouldn’t be supportive if he comes out. It’ll be something I explore with him over the course of our relationship.
He’s so adorably, beautifully innocent in some ways, having no real-world experience in rough trade, only knowing what speaks to his secret fantasies.
I’m also left wondering if he’s got untreated PTSD. A few times, he unconsciously flinches when we hear a noise somewhere else in the building or from outside. My bedroom’s on an outer corner, so little chance of us being overheard by my neighbors, but this is something beyond mere nerves on his part.
I finally kick the psychologist out of the bedroom and slant my lips over his again. My fingers close around his cock and gently squeeze, pulling a soft moan from him. He’s spilling pre-cum all over himself and my hand and I am sure when I watch him come for the first time that it’ll be glorious and a moment for me to always remember.
Which is why I prolong it as long as possible.
Being able to trust and let go is a heady aphrodisiac I want him fully addicted to before I allow him out of my bed Monday morning. I need him wanting more.
I need him wantingme.
It’s no small thing to me that I’m the first person he’s ever confided in like this.
Rising onto my arms again, I stare down into his eyes. “Askme, pet,” I whisper. “Ask me for it. Right now. All you ever have to do is ask.”
His throat works as he swallows. “Please fuck me, Sir.”
I sit up, grab a condom, and sheath myself. A little lube slathered over my cock, and I’m quickly seating myself against him and carefully pressing forward.
Elliot starts rocking his hips as I settle into position, my hands pinning his wrists above his head and his legs wrapped around my waist. I take my time, watching his face, easing my way inside him. I’m decent-sized but he doesn’t even own any toys, apparently.
That’ll be something else I rectify for him. And it means, this time, I’ll go slowly.
His lips part and his eyelids droop, a precursor to what I have a feeling will be hisO-face.
“That’s it, pet,” I encourage. “Work that cock into your ass.”
He does, slowly increasing his rhythm and the depth, a little at a time as his bravery grows.
Fuck, he’s tight. Even after all the prep. Somehow, I manage to hold back despite my growing need. I really wish this time was bare, but I’ll settle for being the very first guy to ever get to do this with him.
Once he’s got all of me inside him and my thighs tightly press against his ass, I lean in and kiss him. “Good boy.Sucha good boy for me. Good boys get rewards.” Leaning forward like this, his cock is perfectly trapped between us. Taking long, slow strokes, I kiss him and keep his cock pinned there.
His hunger builds like an explosive flashover. He’s nipping, sucking, biting at my lips as his passion grows, and I’m happy to play everything back to him and then some. I press more of my weight onto him, deepening our kisses and speeding things up. His hands close around mine as a low, deep whine builds in his chest.
