I wanted to hold him close.
I wanted to tell him that I would never hurt him. Not liketheyhad.
“Is this okay, pup?” I asked as I wrapped my arm around him over the blanket.
He squirmed around a bit and managed to free himself from my arm and the blanket. I thought that perhaps it was too much for him, and he was feeling trapped. He reached behind him, took hold of my forearm and pulled it over his body, and then pulled the blanket over us. As he continued to move around under the blanket, I remained still and let him tell me with his movements what he was and wasn’t comfortable with. He wiggled his butt toward me until it was nestled against my groin. Brandon took hold of my hand and pressed it against his stomach and then stopped moving.
“Yes, this is okay,” he said.
If I couldn’t fall back to sleep earlier, I sure as hell couldn’t now. I kept my hand still against his abdomen and eventually began moving my thumb over the fabric of his t-shirt. His breathing had calmed considerably, and just as I thought he was calm enough to possibly fall asleep, he gave me a pleasant surprise. Pressing firmly against the side of my hand was the unmistakable feeling of his erection stretching the material of his boxer briefs.
Brandon wasn’t shy or bashful, which surprised me, but it also told me that he felt very comfortable with me. Very subtly, his hips started moving and pushed his hard-on against my hand, as if he wanted me to feel how hard he was.Let’s see if you want to play, pup.
“Have you taken yourself in hand since you’ve been free?” I took a big chance by asking him that. He’d either walk right into my hand or run.
“No,” he murmured.
“There isn’t anything wrong with doing it if you need or want to,” I encouraged.
Brandon’s continual motion was causing me to harden, and I hoped that it wouldn’t upset him.
“Can I now?” he asked.
The fact that Brandon asked me if it would be okay for him to stroke himself in my bed nearly unhinged me. I maintained my composure despite the fact that my own erection was pressing against his underwear.
“You may, pup,” I calmly granted him permission.
Masked in the security of the darkness of my room, Brandon dipped his hand inside his boxer briefs. He slowly straightened himself out of his curled up position and stretched his legs down by mine. His back relaxed and sagged against my chest. I knew this was a liberating moment for him. He hadn’t touched himself while captive, and he said he hadn’t touched himself since being free.
“Mmm,” he muttered under his breath. I could hear the emotion that he was trying to keep in check.
At first, Brandon’s hand moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft. But as the storm raged on behind us, his pace picked up. My hand still hadn’t moved from his abdomen, and I could feel his stomach flex and constrict as he stroked himself. I was honored that he felt so comfortable to do this in my presence and for him to share this moment with me. Occasionally, Mother Nature would light up my room, giving me a quick peek at Brandon’s face.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, pup?” I said in a low tone close to his ear.
“Yeah,” he quickly mumbled.
Brandon’s knuckles grazed and brushed my hand as strings of pre-cum connected the head of his cock with the back of my hand.
“When you come, it’s going to feel so good, pup. I want you to come and don’t hold back, okay?”
“Yes,” he panted.
Brandon’s body tensed as his fist motions grew more urgent and frantic. His back tensed against my chest, and I could feel his butt cheeks tighten in his underwear. As he moved, I could feel the wet spot that my cock had made on my boxer briefs, and I was pretty sure that Brandon could feel it against his underwear. He was so close, and I was curious about so many things.
The greedy sadist in me peeked out, and I snaked my right hand and arm between the shoulder he was laying on and the bed. I pulled up his white t-shirt and rubbed on his chest as he stroked himself. I paid close attention to his body, and when I felt his body tense up again, I pinched his nipple. Brandon gave me the reaction that I was most desperately seeking; the ability to come with pain.
“Oh … fuck … fuck,” Brandon grunted as his thick globs of cum shot out of his cock. He leaned his head against my shoulder as he came.
“That’s it, pup. Doesn’t it feel good?” I encouraged as I pressed my hand against his bare abdomen and playfully rubbed on it. I was as excited as a kid in a toy store at my discovery.
“Yes,” he panted. “Yes, I had forgotten how good it felt.”
I could hear the heavy emotion in his voice. I knew this was a big deal to him, just as walking or running or selecting his food choices had been for him the first time since he was out of their clutches. Brandon was a mix of emotions right now, and if he felt like he needed to cry, I wanted him to feel free and safe to express himself. The top sheet was matted to my hand and forearm from his load of cum, but I adjusted my grip on him and told him that I was proud of him for sharing himself with me.
Knowing that this young man was quite possibly the yang to my yin had energized me. He had been bent, but he was far from broken.
Once he settled down, I pulled him closer to me.
