Curtis smiled and reached for his fly, opened the button and the zipper. He hooked his fingers under the waistband to push the trousers down, when Andrew stopped him with a gesture. Curtis immediately froze.
“Turn around.”
Seeing his boy obey without hesitation had Andrew leaking precum into his underwear. Curtis was so perfect, so beautiful, so elegant. How he could decide to give his submission to an unrefined man like Andrew was a mystery. One Andrew didn’t want to solve.
“Take them down. Show me how flexible you are.” Andrew knew he sounded like a caveman and he didn’t care. Especially not when Curtis did exactly as he was told. It appeared he was in good shape because his upper body went down with the trousers in a graceful, fluid motion while his legs stayed perfectly straight. Andrew made a small choking sound when he was assaulted by ideas about how he could use this flexibility to his advantage.
Curtis stepped out of the trousers, tensed his back muscles to get upright again.
“Stop. Stay down. Now hook your fingers under the waistband of your underwear and pull it down. Take your time.”
Again Curtis obeyed without hesitation. Completely mesmerized, Andrew watched as the two most perfect asscheeks he had ever seen appeared. They were even paler than the rest of Curtis’s body, with a minimum of fuzzy hair and just the right amount of flesh to make Andrew drool at the thought of spanking them.
Curtis stepped out of his black underwear but made no move to get upright this time.
“Good boy. Let me look at you.”
Andrew stepped forward and placed his hands on the two globes he intended to spank later. Or perhaps some light smacks to get the evening started? “I want to warm your backside, boy. Just enough to get the blood flowing.”
“Whatever you wish, Master.”
“Spread your legs a bit. I want to see your balls and cock.”
Shuddering, Curtis did as he was told, spreading his legs farther until they were a little wider apart than his hips. Andrew took Curtis’s balls in his hands, marveled at how heavy they felt, full of arousal. Curtis’s cock stood proudly, and when Andrew reached through Curtis’s stretched legs to grab the tip and drag the whole shaft back toward his balls, he could feel the steady stream of precum welling from the slit. Curtis moaned but kept his position.
“Such a good boy. So ready for me. I love it.”
A desperate whimper was the answer. Andrew smiled, enjoyed the rush of power surging through him. Curtis was like this because ofhim. He adjusted his hand until he had Curtis’s cock in a nice firm grip without it being too tight. Then he stroked his asscheeks in circular movements with the other hand for a few moments, until the skin felt hot under his touch.
“You don’t have to count them, boy. Just feel.”
Before Curtis could answer, Andrew delivered the first blow. It was just hard enough to leave his handprint on Curtis’s left cheek, but his boy twitched a bit forward anyway, which heightened the tug on his still rock-hard shaft. Curtis whimpered.
Andrew smiled, delivered the second blow. They soon found a rhythm, Curtis’s moans accentuating each contact of Andrew’s hand with the rapidly reddening skin on Curtis’s cheeks. The sight was so erotic, Andrew knew there was no chance he could control himself for much longer, and he didn’t want to. One of the perks of being the Dom was that he didn’t have to suffer through edging or orgasm denial. He delivered two more blows before he let go of Curtis’s shaft and stepped away from him. Good boy that he was, Curtis kept his position, only swaying slightly back and forth. Andrew went to the bag with the sex toys he had brought and searched for the lube. When he got it, he went back to Curtis.
“I’m going to play with your hole now, boy. Make you all soft and stretched out. And when it’s all puffy and creamy, waiting to be taken, I’m going to masturbate all over your delightful back, just to give you a taste of what is coming. Are you ready?”
There was another moan before Curtis managed a breathless “Yes, Master.” Andrew opened the lube, scrutinized Curtis’s still bent-over body for a moment before he put his free hand on Curtis’s hips to guide him toward the kitchen counter. “I want you to hold yourself open for me, boy. I think this is easier for you if you can rest your upper body on the counter.”
“Thank you, Master.”
The simple gratitude in Curtis’s tone, gratitude for something every good Dom should have realized, made Andrew grow at least five feet. This was his sub, his boy, and he was taking excellent care of him, thinking of his needs. The part of him that wanted to dominate had already taken over completely, and that beast thought along simple lines. When he had made sure Curtis was comfortable and stable, Andrew enjoyed the sight of his boy spreading his reddened cheeks for Andrew to inspect.
Curtis had some hair around his hole, and Andrew started teasing him by pulling on it. “Your hole is beautiful, boy. Tight and yet anxious, already twitching in anticipation. One day soon, I’m going to wax you down there, make you even more sensitive.”
He poured some lube directly in the crack, watched it dripping toward the quivering hole. Standing between Curtis’s spread thighs, Andrew could feel the muscles trembling, just like the hands that held Curtis open for him. Andrew massaged the lube into Curtis’s crack with the tip of his right index finger. Every time he passed the anus, he applied a bit more pressure, watching in fascination as lube slid through the wrinkles and into the hole before it had been breached. He could have played this game forever if it hadn’t been for his own raging hard-on. So he started playing with the hole, entering it with his finger down to the first knuckle, then withdrawing again. Curtis was tight, though his moans and the way his hole yielded showed his experience. It didn’t take long for Andrew to penetrate him with two fingers, stretching them inside Curtis’s hot channel to prepare him for the game Andrew had planned. Soon, Curtis was trying his best not to writhe on Andrew’s three fingers, but to stay still like a good boy should.
“You’re so brave, boy. So good.” Andrew rubbed over Curtis’s prostate and enjoyed the painful shudder he got in response. “Seeing you squirm like this makes me so hot, so hard for you. Knowing I’m going to torture you the entire evening almost has me coming in my pants.”
Curtis whimpered. The sound was so raw, so helpless, it spoke to Andrew’s inner sadist like nothing else. “Yes, you like that idea as much as I do, don’t you, boy? Do you enjoy being speared by my fingers, knowing you can’t come without my permission?”
“Master, please.”
“What, please? Please stop? Please make me come and punish me for it? What do you want, boy?”
Curtis panted. “Please, Master. Just a moment. Can’t….” He sounded so desperate, Andrew stilled the movement of his fingers immediately.
“Everything okay, boy?”
