I clenched my eyes tight, feeling wave after wave of pure pleasure. This was so much better than what any drug could give me.
My hips moved, seeking more. I sought out his heat as he pumped us together.
All too soon, I felt my balls start to pull up. It was too soon, yet I wanted more. More pleasure. More of Sir.
“Oh…” I couldn’t stop the groan, and Sir matched it by pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“Just feel, boy. Feel it all.”
It took only two more thrusts before I couldn’t hold off. I exploded, the warm streams of cum coating Sir and his cock. Another stroke, and he followed with a drawn-out grunt, chasing the feeling.
I fell to his chest, out of breath with cooling semen between us as Sir wrapped both arms around me, holding me to him.
For a single moment, my brain wasn’t trying to figure out if I was good enough. It didn’t try to give reasons why I needed to keep serving my owner.
Instead, I just relaxed against him, and the world disappeared.
Chapter 26
Dakota
Eventually, I had to move. If not, I was likely to pee all over Sir. Cum was one thing. Pissing my pants was not a bodily function anyone wanted to deal with.
“Where’re you going?” Sir slurred, all the words mixed into one as I pulled away from him. His arms were weak as he tried to hold on to me.
“Bathroom, Sir.”
I don’t think he exactly heard my answer, as his arms dropped down as soon as I was untangled from his hold. Moments later, a light snore filtered from his mouth.
I couldn’t help but stand there for an extra second, taking him in. Now, I could smell the whiskey on his breath, and his hair was crazy from running his fingers through it way too many times. Sir was attractive when he wasn’t disappointed in me.
After using the bathroom and cleaning myself up as much as possible, I paused in front of themirror. My lips were slightly swollen, and I didn’t stop my hand from lightly touching them.
No one had ever kissed me before. Everything else, yeah. But kissing was just a thing no one wanted. I had never questioned it. But now, I had to. Why did Sir kiss me? Why did I get hard at servicing him? Sure, I was a guy, and things just happened. But for the last few months, if not longer, the guy down below didn’t want anything unless a magic pill or some mixture of drugs were in the mix. Then, he wanted it all.
My mind never wanted it, but I wasn’t allowed to say anything against what others wanted.
Maybe Sir just knew how to work my body to make it do what I needed to. Or maybe I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me since he hadn’t physically done that so far.
My wayward thoughts weren’t going to be answered anytime soon. So turning away from my reflection of sunken eyes, I went back to Sir. As gently as I could, I cleaned the dried cum off of him and tucked his lower half back into his pants as best as I could.
At least while doing so, he turned to lie on the couch instead of sitting, which helped me.
I did have to wonder how much he had to drink. Sir didn’t do that, as far as I had seen. I was just glad he didn’t want more from me. I would have if he did. That wasn’t a question. I just…was having trouble wrapping my mind around too many things.
After laying a thin blanket over his sleeping body, I made myself sit still on the floor with my head leaning against the couch.
The pain, now that the panic and anxiety were gone, was more potent. It was quickly at the level where I needed to tell Sir, but if he didn’t wake up while I wiped him down, there was no way he was going to wake up otherwise.
I’d just have to ride it out. Something I was more than capable of doing.
Shifting around for a few seconds, I found the perfect spot to sit and lean against the couch while not pulling my ribs in a way that hurt as bad. I wasn’t comfortable, but it would do.
I’ve had worse.
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I jerked awake, confused about where I was. It took me a moment too long to remember what had happened and why I was leaning against the couch, which was now empty.
