“Good pups get rewards,” I told him. My fingertips found his nipples and circled the hard tips. “Good pups take all of their master’s cock … just like you are,” I praised.
“I want all of your cock, sir,” he panted.
I loved how he knew how to play dirty. As I neared the edge, it was time to hear him.
“I’m going to fill you with my hot seed, and I want to hear you, pup,” I warned him moments before I twisted both of his nipples hard.
Brandon’s reaction to the nipple twists was more than I had anticipated. He bellowed out, calling my name and swearing. The ring of muscles around his ass contracted much quicker than I thought they would. That set off a chain reaction in me, and once his ass squeezed my cock, I flooded his ass with my cum.
As erotic as it was to hear Brandon come unglued, my moans and growls drowned him out. I had eased up on the nipple pinching but still let my thumbs brush over his tender flesh. Just to toy with him, I captured one of his nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I tugged on it, and his moan filled the room, and his ass pulsated around my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Brandon stretched his hand out and gripped the pillow with one hand as his head dropped. “James, I’m coming! Oh, fuck!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his reactions. He had no clue how perfect he was for me. I playfully pinched his nipple, and he rounded his back against my chest and stomach. I knew he was coming.
“Are you creaming on our sheets, pup?”
As I moved my hand from his chest to take hold of his cock, gobs of his warm cum hit my arm and hand. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and gently encouraged him to empty his sack.
“That’s a good pup, Brandon.”
I slowly slipped from him and laid down. I stretched my legs out and made a mental note to start doing more leg exercises. Brandon was going to keep me in shape. I let my arm flop down on top of his pillow and looked at him.
“What are you waiting for, pup?”
He looked at me quizzically as if he couldn’t understand why I was laying down and not getting up. It was Monday morning, and I should be up and getting ready for work. But after the emotional pull of spending Saturday night without him, and then finding him on Sunday followed by us fucking for the first time, I really had no intention of going to work today.
“Don’t we need to get up?” Brandon looked at the clock. I noticed that when he brought his hand up to wipe sweat from his forehead that his hand was shaking. “I can go start the coffee and breakfast,” he offered.
“Ah!” I said firmly as he scooted toward to the edge of the bed. He stopped and looked at me.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, pup. Not at all. I’m not going to the hospital today. You and I are going to spend the day together. Now, come here and lay with me. I need a little nap after that.”
Brandon dove toward me, bumping his body into mine. He snuggled his head part way on my shoulder and chest and flung his leg over my leg. Carefully, he lifted my balls and sensitive cock and nestled his knee close to me. He let my cock and balls rest on top of his knee. He draped his arm over my chest and moved his thumb gently over one of my nipples.
Brandon really wanted to be physically close, and it wasn’t a bad thing at all. After having so many under my protection and care for most of my life, it felt amazing to have one who wanted to give me everything.
“Rest, pup.”
I flattened his hand against my chest to keep him from moving around much. Brandon was a fidgety kind of guy and needed to be moving a lot. It was difficult for him to settle down.
“Okay,” he whispered and placed a light kiss on my chest.
Though I closed my eyes, I wasn’t interested in sleeping. My mind was occupied with parts of conversations that I’d had with Russell and about how I needed to reveal my feelings for Brandon to him. I was eager to call Russell and tell him about the past few days.
About an hour later, Brandon’s stomach growled. I needed to get us up so he could eat. I didn’t like it when he was hungry, and I knew he mentally traveled backward when he was hungry. I didn’t like him going to that place in his mind.
“Are you awake, pup?” I asked and patted his lower back.
“Yes,” he blurted quickly.
He was hungry.
“Come on, pup. Let’s get up and make breakfast.”
“Okay!”
