“You seem to relax more when you do.”
Scott exhaled a loud and forceful breath to nail home the point he wasn’t happy, then shut his eyes.
“Start touching yourself.”
Scott immediately reached for his cock –
“No,” Thomas murmured. “Not there. Not yet.”
“Then where?” Scott asked.
“Put your hand on your chest,” Thomas directed. “Feel yourself breathe. Feel your heart in your chest.”
Scott hesitated before doing as Thomas told him. He spread his palm over his chest, pressing until he felt the slow thump of his heart. His chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm.
“This is stupid,” he murmured.
“Shhhh.” Thomas sounded like he’d moved closer. “How do you like to be touched?”
Scott swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat. “What…what do you mean?”
“What turns you on?”
“Men wanting me.”
Thomas made an unhappy noise, and Scott cracked an eye open.
“Closed,” Thomas ordered.
Scott shut it again.
“What about your body turns you on?” Thomas asked. “What gets that heart of yours pounding?”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“Where do you like to be touched?” Thomas asked. “Where are you sensitive?”
Scott pressed his lips together and shook his head.
He didn’t know because he didn’t need to; it wasn’t important. He was a service – a service man – and nobody serviced the service man unless it was a really bad porn shoot.
“We’ve got time for you to find out,” Thomas whispered. “Touch yourself, Scott.”
Scott didn’t move his hand.
“You’ve got such a stunning body, and you don’t even know how to touch it.” Thomas sighed. “How is that even possible?”
Scott swallowed again. The lump in his throat felt like it had doubled in size. He began to feel nauseous, like a knot was tightening inside him.
“Okay,” Thomas murmured, and it sounded as if he was speaking to himself rather than Scott. “Okay…you’re going to do what I say, touch where I say, how I say. You’re not going to argue with me or huff; you’re just going to get on with it, understand?”
“Yes,” Scott whispered. He hadn’t expected the blockage growing in his throat to affect his voice, but his answer came out strained, weak.
“Good,” Thomas said. “Start stroking your hand across your pecs. Slowly. Drag your palm across your nipples.”
Scott took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then did as Thomas directed, groping his chest, teasing his nipples.
“Just as I thought,” Thomas murmured. “They tightened up under your touch.”
