It appeared that he had told me what he wanted to, so I pulled him closer to me, kissed his shoulder, and reminded him that I loved him. His body soon relaxed, and his heartbeat beneath my hand calmed down. Knowing that he was relaxed and at ease, I closed my eyes to sleep. I was able to fall asleep with him tucked safely in my arms, and I knew this was right.
* * *
It feltfantastic to have Brandon back home with me. Granted it had only been one night without him next to me, it was one night too many. His nightmare last night made me wonder how he would have handled one like it while he was alone. He probably would’ve turned to cutting himself. I knew there would be tumbles and setbacks with Brandon; Russell had warned me of that. A phone call was due to my good friend today, perhaps.
Right now, though, I had a raging hard-on for my pup. Most mornings I woke before he did and in this physical state. But after our heart to heart about our feelings in the hotel room yesterday, I was even more eager to show him exactly how our mornings would go. It wasn’t quite 6:30 in the morning, and he was sleeping soundly.
I would have thought that I might feel guilty for rousing him after his nightmare that interrupted his sleep, but I didn’t. I propped myself up, gently slid the sheet back, and gazed at him. His head slept soundly with his right cheek on the pillow while his body was positioned mostly face-down. He wasn’t curled up like usual, and his body seemed relaxed. I began to slowly stroke myself at the sight of his naked ass that still showed some redness from yesterday. Brandon’s legs were parted just enough for my eyes to follow his crack down until it curved and disappeared. His balls lay between his parted legs, taunting me. Smashed into the sheet and hidden from my sight was his cock.
I stroked a little faster as my mind wandered to the many times that I had played and teased his body. I loved the fact that he was truly a masochist. Though I wasn’t certain how much physical he could handle, I knew he enjoyed the humiliation aspect too. And right now, he was in the perfect physical position for me to bring some color to his face.
From the nightstand I pulled out a container of lube and put a dime-sized dollop of the liquid substance on the pad of my middle finger. I tugged his left butt cheek to the side to expose what I was looking for, and I felt myself harden.
Brandon’s body had been through physical hell over the past few years, and he wore battle wounds. His flesh wasn’t pristine or delicate, and something about that turned me on. But now he was my pup to love and take care of … and shower him in the kind of pain he needed and wanted.
As I circled his hole with my lubricated finger, he began to stir. He wasn’t alarmed, and he didn’t tense up at my touch. Brandon’s reaction was actually quite erotic and beautiful. He knew my touch and welcomed it. His head moved a little, as if he were trying to nestle further into the pillow. But he opened himself up to me more by moving his bent left leg. It was a sign that he absolutely trusted me and wanted this kind of touch. Now it was time to arouse his mind.
“You awake now, pup?” I said quietly. I kept my eyes on him while my middle finger continued to circle his hole.
His head tried to nestle against his pillow, and a drowsy smile crept onto his face.
“Mmhmm,” he mumbled.
“Mmhmm, huh?” I playfully mocked his tired tone.
Brandon didn’t open his eyes, but his smile broadened. It was an infectious smile, and soon I found a smile was plastered on my face. He pushed his butt back toward me and nonchalantly parted his legs a bit more.
“My, my, my. What a dirty boy you are,” I teased him as I applied more pressure to his hole with my finger. “I can see you smiling. You’re a dirty boy who likes his hole teased, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Yes,” Brandon hissed and tried to push himself back so that my finger would “accidentally” slip inside.
I spanked his ass cheek and watched his body show me how much he enjoyed it. It was debatable which one of us enjoyed this more. He gripped the corner of the blanket portion of his bear and pressed his hand against the sheets. Brandon’s bicep flexed a bit as he tried to brace himself to be still. His mouth was open, and his tongue rested just outside his mouth in the corner. Brandon’s face was now starting to show some color.
“You like the pressure on your tight little hole, don’t you, pup?”
“Mmhmm,” he murmured.
I spanked his ass harder. His eyes popped open, and his tongue glided between his lips from one side of his mouth to the other.
“I asked you if you liked the pressure on your tight little hole. I wanted an answer with words, not just noises, pup,” I reprimanded and swatted his ass again. “Now tell me.”
“Yes, sir. I like the pressure,” he panted.
“You like the pressure on what, Brandon?”
“On my tight little hole.”
“You’d like my finger in your naughty ass, wouldn’t you?” I pressed the pad of my finger against his hole while applying a little more pressure.
“Fuck,” Brandon gasped and continued to push against my finger. “Yes! Yes, I’d love your finger in my naughty ass.”
“Does the thought of my thick finger in your ass make you hard?”
“Yes.”
Brandon’s panting replies were full of anticipation, and there was no doubt in my mind that he was hard enough to break granite. Each slap of my hand to his ass propelled both of us forward.
“You’re a dirty man to be turned on by the thought of another man’s finger inside you. Taunting you and pleasuring you. Making your legs weak while your balls ache.”
