Andfuuuuuuuuck… my cock definitely liked that idea. It flexed hard, a drop of precum beading at the tip, and when Noah let out a tiny little whine of pure craving, his eyes riveted to it, that sound was the single hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Jesus, Noah,” I muttered, the way he was looking at my cock legit making me feel a little desperate for some immediate relief. But as tempting as it was to take myself in hand and give myself what I needed… Nope. I kept those two bad boys folded securely under my head, because ordering Noe around the way he so clearly wanted me to was gonna be ten times hotter than taking care of business myself. Just the thought had my cock jerking against my abs again.
“This what you want, slave?” I rasped out when Noah’s eyes went wide, still locked onto my cock like it was the Holy Grail.
He nodded, staring at it like a starving man.
“Words, slave,” I demanded.
He dragged his gaze up to mine with an obvious effort. Not as if he didn’t want to obey me, but like he couldn’t stand to look away from my cock. But then—
“Please, Master?” he finally begged oh-so-prettily, his hands flexing and releasing on my thighs, like a cat kneading, as he asked for permission to proceed. “I… I want it.”
I groaned, something about the way his voice cracked with pure fuckingneedmaking another drop of precum well up out of my slit. I wasn’t normally much of a leaker, but Noah was pushing every one of my buttons tonight, and my cock was quick to make its approval known. Not surprising, maybe, since this was one thousand percent my every fantasy come true. I mean, come on now. An eager sex slave to handle all my needs?Fuck, yeah. I didn’t even miss the lack of tits in the equation. In fact, now that I had Noah where I’d never thought I’d see him, fuck tits. I didn’t even want ’em.
Of course, there was stillonepart of my sex-slave fantasy that he was currently failing to fulfill...
I grinned. “Get naked, and then you’ll be allowed to touch it, slave.”
Noah grabbed the hem of his shirt to yank it up, instantly obeying me, and it suddenly hit me that, I mean, sure, I wasn’t missing tits at themoment, but I hadn’t exactly stopped to think about whether having a naked dude kneeling between my legs would actually do it for me or not, either.
Shit, what if it didn’t?
Noah made a gasping little sound of fumbling desperation, his head caught in his shirt, and my cock pulsed in response. Okay then. Screw it. This wasNoah. Pretty sure it was impossible for things to go bad between us, ever. Besides, a naked, willing slave was how I’d always pictured this particular fantasy, so I was just gonna roll with it.
“Good boy,” I said when Noah finally untangled himself and tossed his shirt aside. “Slaves shouldn’t wear anything but their collars. Not if they want to be good for their masters. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Noah nodded frantically, his whole body trembling as he scrambled out of the rest of his clothes, and... Okay.
Yeah.
Fuckyeah.
Totally stripped down now, with all that smooth, creamy skin of his on display for me? Still not missing tits over here. Guess the naked-guy thing worked for me after all.
Well, maybe not nakedguy, actually—that was probably overstating the case, since I couldn’t see myself in danger of popping wood in the locker room or anything—but naked Noah? Naked Noah with a sweet little cock bobbing between his legs, already hard and wet and all the proof I needed that his only purpose right now was to please me and only me?
Noah and I had been changing in front of each other since elementary school and I’d never thought twice about it, but it didn’t matter that I already knew what my boy looked like bare. Now, with the collar on and that look on his face—a look all forme—he wasn’t just some random nude dude, he wasmine. And damn, I’d never thought about it before, but he was also...
“So pretty, baby,” I praised him, since it was true.
Noah’s eyes went wide, and then I earned a set of shy dimples for my efforts, and… oh,hellyeah. I’d always been a fan of those cute-as-fuck dimples of his, but combined with the adoring-and-horny look aimed at me through long, silky lashes? Guess I should make a mental note to start telling him that kind of sappy shit more often from now on, because I definitely wanted me some more of that. But first things first.
I spread my legs a little wider, nodding down at my cock.
“Be good for me and pet the snake now, slave,” I said. And damn, it flexed again, all on its own, when having me use that title for him made Noah’s breath hitch and his eyes shoot up to meet mine.
They were fuckingshining.
I grinned. Yep. It was official. Enslavement looked hella good on him. Kinda fucking beautiful, actually.
“Um,” he said, that slim chest of his heaving as he panted. “H-h-how, G? How do you want me to touch you?”
“Master,” I corrected him, finally breaking pose and grabbing my cock to demonstrate. “Do it just like this, baby.” I gave it one good stroke, just the way I liked, then held the base, angling it toward him. “Show me you can handle this bad boy like a boss.”
Oh… shit. Helungedfor it.
“Fuck, Noe,” I gritted out when he knocked my hand away and wrapped his around my cock instead.
