There was no doubt there.
From the doorway of their room, Gene watched and enjoyed the show. He suspected this would be the reaction, and with being a Top, it was all about ways to make your bottom get all hot and bothered.
He saw the man walk down the beach, and leaving Ethan there, fully exposed, proved what he’d suspected. Someone liked not only being viewed like this, but being at his Top’s whims.
And it was hot.
Ethan’s dick was harder, and he was flushed red, but not in embarrassment. He wanted to fuck in some wild romp, doing whatever he was told.
Gene was now, fully in control of Ethan’s body, and it would be about training him.
Someone had a sex slave, and it was him.
Oh, the fun they were going to have.
Bet.
On.
It.
When Ethan’s hips were struggling not to move, as he was so turned on, Gene already wanted to cum again. Watching his hot man being checked out by other men walking by like he was left out there like some carved piece of art was erotic.
Kink was only fun if both parties got off on it.
Oh, and he absolutely was.
The more he saw Ethan enjoying it, the less-submissive part of him wanted to come out, and instead, he wanted to take Ethan to all kinds of places where he could be fucked and on display.
As cum dripped from the tip of Ethan’s cock, Gene knew it was time to have some fun.
With him.
When Gene came back, he had something in his hands other than the lube, but Ethan couldn’t see it.
There was no doubt it would be sadistic.
Oh, and he hoped it was truly wicked. Here, without being around people who would know him, he wanted Gene to push the envelope as far as he could.
It was time.
And he was ready.
To start the fun, Gene sat on the lounger, facing Ethan. Once in position, he lifted his legs to be over his own. It tipped Ethan’s hips, and gave him full access to the man’s body.
“Time to make you cum,” he said, stroking Tala’s erection. “We’re going to work on training you to cum on my demand, Tala. When I want your cum, you’re going to give it to me.”
He whimpered.
“Tell me your cum is mine, Tala, and address me how I deserve to be addressed.”
He moaned, his hips moving, as Gene brutalized his dick with his fist.
He was rough.
He was demanding.
And he expected obedience.
