Scott seemed completely unaware of how stunning he looked; how perfect a demonstration of submission he was giving. He glanced toward the screen now and again, but kept most of his attention on the wonderful blowjob he was providing. Just like the sub in the film, it seemed impossible for him to care about anyone else for very long.
Focusing on his dominant—on his master—came to Scott as naturally as his desire to breathe. Joe slid his hand through Scott’s hair again, making no attempt to control Scott’s movements, only to praise each and every one of them.
Scott dipped his head again and again, taking a little more of Joe’s shaft each time. The minutes passed by and Scott only seemed to become more enthusiastic. But Joe noticed the moment Scott’s intent changed. Hell, Joe had even made a point of setting aside a part of his mind to watch out for it, while the rest of him laid back and enjoyed it all.
Apparently, Scott had decided that it was time to stop messing around and give everything he had to trying to make Joe come as soon as humanly possible.
Tightening his grip on Scott’s hair, Joe guided his mouth away from his cock. Scott looked up at him reproachfully, but he seemed to be waiting for more information before he went so far as to actually complain.
Maintaining his grip on Scott’s hair, Joe tugged him up until their mouths met. Rolling Scott over onto his back, andpinning him down beneath his larger frame, was the work of a single second.
Scott gasped into the kiss, so sweet and so confused. But, even if his mind lagged behind, his body was obviously completely up to speed. He squirmed beneath Joe in a determined effort to spread his legs for him.
That invitation couldn’t be refused. Grabbing lube off the bedside table, Joe slicked his fingers and found Scott’s hole. Scott relaxed beautifully for him, eagerly accepting an increasing number of digits inside him until he was ready to feel something more than mere fingers thrusting deep into his arse.
Their wriggling had turned them around on the bed. They now lay diagonally across the wide mattress. Scott’s arse was toward the TV. Neither of them were the least bit interested in what might have been playing on the screen.
Joe grabbed a condom and rolled it down his shaft. Slicking it with extra lube, he pulled Scott around and arranged him on his hands and knees across the centre of the bed.
Scott followed Joe’s every nudge and hint as if they were all orders yelled at the top of a sergeant major’s lungs. There was no need to tie him up to make a point. Scott’s submission already went deeper than any set of cuffs could reach. Invisible ties already bound him to Joe, demanding that he submit to his every whim.
Joe’s cock ached at the thought. He settled his hands on Scott’s hips and quickly brought their bodies together. He thrust his cock into Scott’s arse, all the way to the hilt, in one smooth motion.
Scott jerked. His hole clenched and unclenched around Joe’s erection as his body fought to adjust to his girth.
Scott whimpered. His arms were shaking and, while Joe held still inside him, Scott carefully lowered the front of his body down so he could support himself on his forearms. He droppedhis head toward the mattress until first his forehead, then his cheek rested against the bed sheet.
“Turn your head the other way.”
Scott obediently turned his face toward the screen. His eyes remained closed. There was no chance of him being able to see what was playing, but Joe didn’t issue any further orders.
As soon as he sensed Scott could take it and enjoy it, Joe thrust into him again. Scott murmured. The sound was all pleasure, and every noise that followed proclaimed Scott’s love of being screwed hard and fast. He pushed back into every thrust, his hole clenching tightly around Joe’s cock.
“Scott.”
A vague noise was Scott’s only response.
“Scott!” Joe demanded.
Scott slowly opened his eyes. “Y-yes, sir?”
“Don’t come.”
Scott closed his eyes again.
Joe gritted his teeth as he fought for control of his own body. “Scott?”
“I-I understand,” Scott said.
“Good.”
Joe swayed back and thrust into Scott once more, not even trying to make it easier for Scott to ride out the pounding he was taking. It was Scott’s job not to come. It was not Joe’s job to make it easy for him.
He pushed into Scott’s arse again and again, enjoying every wave of adrenaline and endorphins that flooded into his veins. Finally, he could let go and allow himself to simply glory in the joys to be found deep inside Scott’s body.
No thoughts; no higher brain function at all. Nothing was allowed into Joe’s world to cloud his ecstasy. He was all pure animal pleasure now. Joe tightened his hold on Scott. Thrustingharder and faster than ever, he shouted his triumph up to the ceiling as he came.
Wave after wave of deep, dark, satisfaction rolled over him until they completely enveloped him. There was nothing warm or cosy about it. It robbed the air from the room. And for every bit of pleasure it gave, it quickly presented its bill.
