I braced for the withdraw of his finger, though it felt like his whole fucking arm. He pulled it away and let my ass cheek go back to place before he unchained me from the bench. I pushed myself off the bench and could feel his saliva backthere.
“I’m proud of you,Ryan.”
I nodded, “Thankyou.”
“Would you like to take ashower?”
“Please,yes.”
I followed him through his room into his bathroom and waited next to the counter. I focused on him, but I could only feel his saliva back there. But, had it been such a terrible thing? I mean, this was different,right?
“Come here, myboy.”
I walked to him, but felt the saliva shift and move with eachstep.
“Ryan, look at me.” I dragged my eyes from his chest to his eyes and felt more relaxed suddenly. “Good, boy. Willingly,remember?”
He was right. He walked me through it, and I could have stopped the session with a word and he would have respected it. But I didn’t really need to stop it. He wasn’t hurting me or harmingme.
“Yes, willingly,” I agreed andsmiled.
He took a handful of my hair and pulled me close, then kissed my forehead. Russell swatted my ass and told me to get in the shower. As I began to soak my body, I noticed that Russell was undressing down to his boxer briefs and then he appeared on the elevated dry off area of his shower. Suddenly, I felt incredibly shy about soaping up my hand to clean his spit off of me. As much as I wanted to clean back there, I avoided the area. Instead, I paid attention to my dick that had beenhardening.
“It’s good to touch yourself in the shower, Ryan.” I turned my head to look at him and I saw a heated looked in his eyes. “You’ve got quite the hard-on there,” hecommented.
“Yeah,” I slowly stroked myself so he could see the soap suds fall off as I moved my hand from the base of my cock to the tip. “It’s what being chained to your spanking bench does to me,” Iadmitted.
As the suds fell and gently slapped the floor of his shower, he made that growling noise that sometimes came out when he watched me. While I continued to stroke my cock, our eyes were glued to one another. I reached up and rubbed my hand over my soapy chest; I knew he liked it when I touched other places on my body as I touched mydick.
“Ryan, Ryan, Ryan,” he mused as he slowly stroked his goatee with his thumb andforefinger.
Damn, was that the finger that had been lodged in me? I tried not to give much thought to that and decided to play back withRussell.
“Russell, Russell, Russell,” I joked until a smile spread across hisface.
“Feet apart from where you stand, left forearm on the shower wall, rest your forehead on your forearm,” he commanded as he stepped into theshower.
It took me a moment to register everything and then I quickly recalled everything he had said.I can follow instructions just like Leonard can.Feet apart from where I stood, check. Left forearm on the shower wall…it was awkward at this distance, but I leaned forward as instructed. But there was no way that I would be able to get my forehead on my arm in this position or distance.Fuck! I can’t follow simpledirections!
“Relax, my boy.” Russell took hold of my left wrist that I had vertically on the shower wall and he guided it into a horizontal position.Oh.He also lowered it about ten inches and then guided it back to the showerwall.
“Sorr—”
“Nothing to apologize for,Ryan.”
Russell kissed the temple on my forehead before he guided my head forward to rest on my forearm. He put his hand on my lower back and applied some pressure, silently telling me to lower and arch myback.
Oh.
Wait.
Fearful thoughts and panic left my mind almost as quickly as they had entered when I reminded myself that this was Russell. One of his hands rubbed on my lower back while he messed with something on the ledge where he kept all of the showerstuff.
“Keep stroking,Ryan.”
I slowly moved my hand up and down my length, but my concentration was really on Russell as I tried to get an indication as to what he wasdoing.
“Are you going to clean me?” I boldlyasked.
