“Pants down, so you don’t get anything on them.
He wiggles and gets them worked down his thighs.
“Ask me for it.”
He licks his lips. “I would like to please suck your cock, Sir.”
“Good boys swallow.”
“Yes, Sir. I will swallow.”
“And would you like to jerk off while you suck me off?”
He nods again. “Yes, Sir. May I please jerk off while I suck you off?”
Heisa fast learner. “Yes, you may.”
I step in closer and draw my sidearm, but I don’t cock it or point it at him. “This is my insurance,” I say. Then I hold up the key to the locks on the waist chain and I toss them out into the bedroom, on the bed.
Well out of his reach. “You do anything to fuck with me, you’ll die in here, either from me shooting you, or from you starving to death because you are trapped because you killed me. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“If at any time you want to stop, seriously, all you have to do is say red or pull off. I’m not going to choke you on my cock right now. I want you to learn to trust me. I might kick your ass about a lot of things, but this is my weird little thing. For sex, I need you willing to take what I give you, or it kills my boner. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I squirt lube into his right palm before I straddle him. He sits up a little straighter. With my free hand, I unfasten my jeans and he opens his mouth, waiting.
That hardens my cock.
“Good boy.” I let him lean forward and wrap his lips around the head, and…
Holy shit.Heisgood.
“That’s it,” I hoarsely say. “Jerk off, boy.”
He does while giving me, no shit, the best blowjob of my goddamnedlife.
And I’ve had a lot of excellent blowjobs in my time.
I let my free hand rest on his head where I gently massage his scalp while encouraging him, calling him my good boy, and basically exploit every single existing preset trained response he likely has in place.
By the time we both finish ten minutes later, he’s glassy-eyed and has swallowed every drop of cum I fed him.
I stagger back and fumble my jeans closed. “Lick it up from your hand, boy.” I reholster my sidearm. Hopefully, he’ll quickly earn my trust so I don’t have to use that as a threat to keep him from trying anything.
He immediately scoops up every bit and licks it from his fingers. “Thank you, Sir,” he says without prompting from me.
“Good boy.” I take the washcloth, wet it in the sink, and toss it to him. “Clean up.”
He does.
“I’ll give you a choice,” I tell him. “Hands back the way they were, or hands like this?” The other way, he can stretch them over his head.
“The other way, please, Sir.”
He’s more sure of himself now and quickly returns the second set of manacles to me.
