“Tell me when.”
It wasn’t nearly tight enough.
“Choke me,” he whispered, that secret desire slipping past his lips, coming to the surface for the man who owned him mind, body, and soul.
He held nothing back.
Why would he?
This was absolute trust.
Without any judgment, Gene did it, and Ethan struggled to swallow, but it got him harder, if that was possible.
The moan that slipped from between his lips was so feral, that it sent up the heat in the room.
This was predator and prey, but Gene was smart enough to know who was ensnared in whose trap, and Ethan wasn’t in his.
It was the other way around. The bottom, once more, had all the power.
When Gene sat, he knew he needed to cum. If he didn’t, he was going to be way too wild, and for now, he needed restraint.
He meant what he’d said.
Their next vacation would be a darker place, filled with people like them.
People who liked the darker side of sex, and craved the kinks.
Because Gene loved him some debauchery.
Oh, and he loved Ethan more than anything in the whole world.
This was his gift to him.
Sitting in front of Ethan, Gene was completely naked, and he had a sexy submissive on his knees just waiting to be told how to please him.
“You need to ask permission,” Gene said, as Ethan was staring at his erection. “All of the time,” he added, knowing there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give this man.
NOTHING.
Ethan glanced up, and he stared into Gene’s eyes as he decided what he wanted.
“Please let me swallow your cock and taste your cum. I need your cum to be whole.”
Jesus.
Gene might die from this before he got Ethan fully trained and ready. The man didn’t realize how devastatingly sexy he was.
He.
Was.
Hot.
“You may,” he said. “Fill your belly.”
That was all Ethan had to hear. He crawled between his spread thighs, and wrapped his fingers around Gene’s dick. Then, he feasted.
The moan was from both of them as the heat went up in that room.
