There were a few people I didn’t want him receiving texts from; his brother, his brother’s girlfriend, and Leonard. Given his reaction, I was ruling Leonard out. I thought his brother sent himsomething.
“My brother. It was just a picture,” he shrugged it off. “I already deleted it. See?” Ryan opened up his text string with his asshole brother and showed me that the most recent thing that remained was something from a few weeksago.
I’d had enough of Chad Hudson, and I would see to it that he stopped harassing my boy. Enough was enough. He would unhook his claws from Ryan, even if I had to pry them out myself. Once alone, I had contacted my attorney and gave him some info about Ryan and hisbackground.
“His brother is still sending harassing texts, videos and pictures to him often, and I want it stopped,” Iexplained.
“This could take time,Russell.”
“Fine. Then start the ball rolling,” Iurged.
Ryan would live safely in peace, even if I had to burn the world down aroundhim.
* * *
Ilookedat my watch as Ryan’s SUV pulled up in front of myhouse.
“Right on time, my boy,” I said under my breath as I watched him walk to the door. I couldn’t help but smile at his clothes. He wore jeans that displayed his fine ass, and a black button-down shirt that was rolled up to the elbows. The shirt showed off those muscular forearms. As usual, I couldn’t keep my hands off of him once I shut thedoor.
When I pulled my mouth off of him, he nervously asked about hisattire.
“Do my clothes look ok?” he asked as he looked down and rubbed his hand nervously over hisabdomen.
“You look like you’re going to give my friends hard-ons and wet panties,” I said. I put my hand on the door next to the right side of his head and leaned close to kiss his left ear. “Remember, you won’t be in clothes very long,” I reminded him and kissed hisneck.
I had prepped Ryan for the fact that at this party, all submissives would either be completely naked or in skimpy underwear or jockstraps. I would never surprise him with something like that. While I would have loved to have him walk around at the party in a strap, I needed to be more conscientious and concerned with his comfort. This party would be enough of a shock, and he was barely getting comfortable in his own skin at my house under my eyes. A jockstrap would have been too much for him tonight. But we had discussed it, and I helped Ryan select his underwear for tonight. He had worn one of the newer pairs I bought for him in palegray.
“I remember,” he saidshyly.
I took a step back and tugged on his belt and waist of hispants.
“Let’s see,Ryan.”
Ryan’s cheeks turned a light pink as he undid his belt and pants. He lowered his pants to his mid-thigh; right where I like them. His modesty was part of his charm. It would feed some of my darker urges when the time was right. I could easily get off on watching him expose his body to me while he blushed. I reached out and cupped his balls through the soft material. Boxer briefs in the trunk length were perfect on Ryan because they were shorter than boxer briefs and they accentuated his thigh muscles. His cock and balls filled the pouch nicely in these. I motioned for him to turn around and I ran my hands over the material as it clung to the curves of his firmass.
I had to touch and play, just alittle.
“Lean forward, Ryan. Forearms against thedoor.”
I rubbed my hands over every inch of his underwear and stroked his cock over the material that covered it. His cock had firmed up at my touch. Ryan was such a sexual creature; starved for physical touch and affection. I loved to watch what my hands could do to him; how quickly I could make him hungry. Conversely, he had no idea what he did to me and how much I hungered forhim.
I firmly gripped his ass cheek over the underwear before I pulled them down. I slapped his butt a few times and then rubbed over the warm skin before I started up the spankingagain.
“Mmm,” Ryancrooned.
“Does my good boy likethat?”
“Yes, Sir,” he moaned and let his head rollforward.
Lord.Sir. I never thought a person would come along that would nearly unhinge me when they uttered the title, ‘Sir.’ When Ryan said, ‘Sir,’ my stomach dropped, my cock began to harden, and my pulse sped up. Ryan was the adrenaline pumping through my system. More than ever before, I was extremely pleased with being called ‘Sir.’
I stuck my finger in my mouth, and when I was certain that I was damp enough, I pulled one of his ass cheeks to the side and pressed it against his hole. He moaned with pleasure as I finger fucked him while I slowly teased hiscock.
“Does this feel good,Ryan?”
“Yes,” hepanted.
I carefully withdrew my finger. Edging would be good for him for a little while. I gave his ass another playful swat and pulled up hisunderwear.
