Obedience was the only way he’d get off, and Ethan knew it.
“Please fuck me and fill me with your cum,” he whispered. “I need your cock filling me. I want your cum, Daddy.”
Gene whispered in his ear.
“No, call me what you want to really call me, Tala. Who am I?” he asked.
Ethan flushed red, but he did want to call him that. He wanted to do nothing more than be this man’s toy to be used and abused.
“Master,” he whispered, his body bucking and his eyes rolling up into his head from the pleasure he was feeling, and the orgasm he wasn’t allowed to have.
And then, it ended.
That’s when Gene made him stand up. If he didn’t stop touching him, he was going to pull that vibrator out, and fuck him so hard the man walked funny for a month.
Gene wanted to be his master.
He wanted to be his everything.
The desire for Ethan had overcome Gene’s propensity to be a bottom. That was long gone, and he wanted nothing more than to use, and abuse his sex slave.
As he stopped touching him, Ethan’s was breathing heavily, and he was flushed.
It was the sexiest thing Gene had ever seen in his life.
“I can’t keep it in,” he muttered, knowing it was going to shoot out of him the minute he got too tired to keep his core muscles locked down.
Oh, well, Gene had a way.
Setting him free, he whispered into his ear.
“You keep that dick in your ass, or I swear to God, Tala, I’ll torment you for this whole week, and you’ll not cum once. Does your Master make himself crystal clear?”
Ethan moaned, and nodded.
Then, they were on the same page.
Going back to his bag of tricks, he pulled out something that was leather. When he held it up, Ethan’s eyes went huge.
He hadNOclue what that was, but it looked horrific—as in he wouldn’t be cumming in it. It was a contraption of sorts, and the bottom line was that it screamed one thing.
TORTURE.
Well, he’d asked for it.
Gene explained to his sexy little sex toy.
“It’s a chastity belt of sorts,” he admitted, going toward Ethan to put it on him. Once the little belt was done up, there was a place for a little tiny lock.
As soon as Gene had it on him, Ethan loved it.
NO.
He wanted this badly.
In that moment, the more Gene pushed and tested his limits, the more he wanted to accept what he came up with to train him.
With the tiny little lock in place, Ethan’s dick stuck out the front, and he looked delectable. That gold lock hung above his erection, moving back and forth, almost mesmerizing him.
