“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, leaning toward the screen to get a better view of one of the, uh, tutorials. And by the time I’d finished reading about the need for lube, the miracle of the male prostate—and just sayin’, why the fuck was I just hearing about this now? I’d thought a prostate was just something old dudes got cancer in or whatever, but apparently it was actually the key to all Noah’s future happiness—and clicking through to a few more blogs and articles that were hella informative, I wasn’t just hard. I was also fuckingpumped.
Still, getting my dick in Noah’s ass was clearly a project that was going to take a little time to get my boy ready for, if the horror stories about first time anal situations gone wrong that I’d stumbled across were to be believed. That wasn’t a problem, though. I was in it with Noe for the long haul—and by long, I meant of until-death-do-us-part duration—so I had no problem putting in some effort for the eventual epic reward… especially when that “effort” sounded pretty hot in its own right, too.
I mean, come on now, bending Noe over every morning before I let him head off to his classes so I could work on stretching his hole enough that it could eventually survive my cock? Hell to the yeah, motherfuckers. As far as I was concerned, that sounded like aperfectway to start the day, every day. Or at least for as many of them as it took before he was finally ready to ride the beast.
“Why are you smiling, G?”
I whipped around to face the door, squeezing my erection to keep it in check and automatically grinning hard, just because...Noah. He was and always would be my favorite person in the entire fucking world—that shit had nothing to do with hearing him call me Master or how soon I could get my cock inside some part of him again. It was just a simple law of physics or whatever—and even though I hadn’t heard him come in, it didn’t surprise me at all that he’d shown up at the exact moment I was thinking of him.
From the first day we’d met, Noah and I had always been in perfect sync with each other, and as far as I was concerned, that was even more true now that he had that collar on for me.
“Why do youthinkI’m smiling, bro?” I asked, leaning back and stroking myself through my shorts. I winked. “Thinking of you.”
Oh… damn. That blush, though? That was new, and I was never gonna get tired of seeing it paired with Noah’s dimples like that, or of knowing that it showed up just for me.
“Come on over here,” I said, patting my lap as Noah set his backpack down and hip-checked the door shut behind him. Then, on second thought, “Wait. Strip down first. You’re overdressed.” I drove the heel of my hand down onto my cock when it tried to rear its head at the sexy-as-fuck hitch in his breath. “What did I tell you about that, slave?”
Noah’s blush went fucking nuclear at that, but my boy didn’t hesitate... and wasn’tthata goddamn rush that would never get old?
“Um, you said that good slaves should… should only be dressed in a collar?” Noah offered, peeling off his coat, then his shirt, then starting in on the fly of his jeans as he toed off his shoes and kicked them out of the way.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I said, my cock turning to steel as I watched him. “And look at you.Sofucking good for me, making that happen the minute you walk in the door.”
The praise earned me a pretty little moan, and if I’d had any doubts that he was into this shit—which I did not, for the record—those doubts would have disappeared the minute he finally wiggled himself out of his jeans and underwear.
He was already hard for me, precum beading up and starting to drip down his bobbing cock. Slicking it all up and making him wet for his master.
“So pretty, baby,” I said, fucking meaning it.
Noah made a tiny little sound that made me feel like a goddamn rock star for making him feel good like that, and damn if that wet little cockhead of his didn’t gush even more, just from those three little words.
A hot coil of straight-up lust tightened in my gut. Not gonna lie, I’d never thought I’d be getting excited about another guy’s dick, butNoah’sdick? Well, “mine,” I should say, since we’d both agreed it belonged to me and the idea of that was hot as fuck. But point being… just,fuuuuuuuuck, you know? His dick justdidit for me. It was like a neon sign, letting me know exactly how into this he was at all times. And right now, the sight of it dripping and hard for me had me squeezing my own cock, just to keep it in check.
“You like that, slave?” I asked when Noah, still hovering naked by the door where he’d stripped for me, made another one of those needy little sounds that I fucking adored, those pretty eyes of his locked onto me like he couldn’t bear to look away.
He nodded, and Jesus. Having him stare at me like a damn heart-eye emoji was… Well, it was nothing new, to be honest, but somehow, with that collar on him, itfeltnew. I mean, sure, Noah had always been my boy, my best friend, my one good thing, but now he was just… well, fuck.
He was everything.
I cleared my throat before I got all weird and emotional or whatever about it. Time to refocus on all the ways I was looking forward to making my slave come for me. Which, for the record, was most definitely going to start with that ass training I’d just been researching.
“Right here,” I said, patting my lap again. “Don’t keep me waiting, slave.”
“Sorry,” Noah said, his breath hitching with excitement again as he scrambled over to obey me. “Is it time for… for myconsequences, Master?”
I froze for a second, my hand outstretched in the act of reaching for him.
Actually, I’d intended to bend him over my desk and get started on stretching out that untouched little asshole of his, but… consequences, huh? Ihadpromised him that when he’d scared the ever-loving shit out of me the other day. Ever since Noah had first mentioned getting spanked—hell, not just mentioned it, practically creamed in his panties for it—the idea of getting him pants down, ass up, and bent over my lap had been simmering in the back of my mind on a long, slow burn that his current wide-eyed eagerness was quickly bringing to a full boil.
“Fuck yeah, it’s time,” I said, making a snap decision and pulling him onto my lap instead of pushing him down over my desk, because I could pivot like a motherfucking boss when the situation called for it, thank you very much. Besides, as hot as it was gonna be to train his hole and get it ready for my cock, today’s online research had convinced me that that was definitely a longer-term project. One that required lube that I did not currently have on hand, come to think of it. Spanking him, on the other hand?Thatsounded like some guaranteed immediate gratification for the both of us, and both me and my cock were one hundred percent down with the idea.
Not, to be crystal fucking clear, because I had any interest in hurting Noah. Not fuckingever. But there was hurting, and then there was disciplining my slave like he was begging me to, putting my naughty boy over my knee and showing him what happened when he didn’t answer Daddy’s texts, introducing the palm of my hand to Noah’s sweet little bare ass and teaching him exactly what—
“Fuck,” I said, losing my train of thought the minute he laid himself over my thighs. First, because his ass was a goddamn work of art, and how had I never noticed this before? Tiny, yeah, ’cause all of Noah was, but also round and bouncy and so damn creamy-looking that I was tempted to fuckinglickit.
Lick it… huh.
Weird? Maybe.
