Should we not have held hands? Was that too coupley?
My stomach coiled as I pulled into the driveway, bracing myself for the cold shoulder.
Instead, as I parked the car, he said, “Go upstairs and shower. By the time I get to your room, I want you naked and ready for me. You should be on all fours on the floor in your bedroom, ass up, face down, waiting for me to unload in you, or I’m beating your ass again. Got it?”
I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me when he said that. “Yes, sir,” I replied.
He smirked and said, “Good boy. Hurry.”
I bolted out of the car and bounded to the upstairs shower. Having sex with Rafael while Mom and Hank weren’t home was the best. They weren’t staying overnight somewhere, though, so we had to be quick. I scrubbed fast and hard. My pale skin had a pinkish hue by the time I finished. The lube sat where I left it in the bottom right drawer of my desk, under a bunch of papers and next to a bottle of poppers.
I’d read that poppers help with bottoming, so I ordered some online.
I readied myself and assumed the position on the floor. The uncapped bottle of poppers released a metallic scent in the room, and I inhaled a big waft of it. The rush was immediate, and my hole relaxed. I took another big hit and arched my back further. Rafael loved when I submitted and presented my ass to him like this.
The door clicked open and shut again. I looked to the floor behind me and saw him stalk into the room. Rafael didn’t walk into rooms; he overtook them. His aura filled the space, claiming ownership from wall to wall.
My head spun from the poppers, and my heart pounded as I waited for him to own me. I’d been yearning for him to fill me all week.
“What the fuck is that?” he asked.
I thought he meant the poppers at first. “Oh, they’re just poppers. They help relax my butt.”
“No, I’m asking what’s under your bed.”
I looked over and saw his jock that I’d stolen stuffed between a pair of shoes under my bed. My slutty mind told me to smell it one night when I was jerking off, and I’d kind of made a habit of it. There was no mistaking it was his. He’d seen me get undressed in the locker room enough times to know my brand didn’t have a bright red stripe along the elastic waistband.
Rafael approached me, and I felt his gaze burning into my back as he stood over me, looking down. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scolded. “When did you swipe that?”
The blood rushed to my cheeks. I must have looked like such a creep. “I-I don’t know,” I stuttered back.
“You don’t know? I think you know when you took it.” He lowered down and whispered in my ear, “Because I know exactly when it went missing.”
His hot breath against my earlobe sent a chill down my back. The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing. “Go get it,” he demanded.
I started to rise to my feet when he said, “Nuh uh. Crawl.”
Fuck. I was fully erect now. My hard cock bounced between my legs as I crawled over to get the jock strap. The cool air chilled my skin, which was hot from arousal. Once I had it, I turned to look at him, waiting for his next command.
“Now, crawl back over here and assume the position.”
His voice had that deep, gravelly tone that he got when he was being dominant. I stared at him the entire time I crawled toward him.
Rafael laughed then said, “So, little piggy likes sniffing my jock while he pleasures himself?”
I didn’t answer. The only thing I could do was whimper as he began undressing. His shirt landed on the floor next to me. The sound of his zipper signaled that the pants were coming off. I clenched my fists in anticipation, desperately needing him to use me.
He knelt down behind me and he held out an open hand to my side. “Give me the jock,” he ordered. I placed it in his hands and watched it disappear. “You’re such a dirty boy, Cody.”
The anticipation was killing me. I needed it. “I am, sir.”
“Good boy,” he mused. “I’m glad you recognize that. Let’s give you a reward for admitting what a dirty fucking boy you are.”
He looped the jock around my head, my face pressed into the crotch area. He pulled the straps back so it was snug on my face.
His musk bombarded my senses, and I cried out at how good it smelled. “Now, I’m going to fuck you just like this. Like you’re an animal with a muzzle on. Is that what you need? You need to smell my sweaty jock while I use you?”
“Yes! Yes, sir,” I muttered through the jock.
