“That’s right, so how are we going to help you relax?”
Ezra took a deep breath and hoped that Roman might understand his proposition. “I don’t want to make any decisions. I want to be nothing.”
“Nothing?”
Ezra didn’t know how to explain it. He wanted to be a mindless blob, a body for Roman to use however he wanted. “I want to be meat.”
“Meat?” Roman asked, even more confused.
“For pleasure.” Roman’s eyebrows lifted as he waited for Ezra to explain. “I want you to use me and tell me what to do. And when you’re not using me, I want to worship your cock. While you’re looking at spreadsheets or watching television, I just want it in my mouth, whether it’s hard or soft, okay?”
“Oh-kay,” Roman said slowly. “When do you want to start?”
“Right now.” Ezra needed to stay out of his head. Otherwise, he’d spend the whole weekend in a paralyzing panic spiral. “And I want to call you ‘sir.’”
Roman nodded and lifted the bedsheet. Ezra scooted down to the warm cradle of Roman’s thighs. He rested his cheek against the side of his groin so that he could fondle his privates and angle his soft cock towards him. He carefully placed his lips around Roman’s silky-smooth glans. With his hands and mouth occupied, Ezra closed his eyes and suckled the sweet, salty tip, feeling calmer and more secure than he had in weeks. Roman stroked his hair while Ezra drifted in and out of consciousness, thinking less about his obligations and more about this one very important job of keeping Roman’s cock comfortable and warm.
“This is all you’ve got to do today, babe,” Roman soothed while rubbing his neck and shoulders. “Be my little cock warmer.”
Ezra sighed and let go of the tension in his body, grateful that Roman might be able to give him exactly what he needed.
* * *
Ezra didn’t wantto be apart from Roman for even one second, so while Roman made breakfast, Ezra sat on a towel on the countertop and held the spatula until he needed it again. He was naked because that’s what Roman wanted and Ezra was determined to be good. To be perfect.
“You’re hard, babe,” Roman commented while mixing batter for pancakes. Ezra glanced down at his pink, hooded erection but didn’t touch it. “Spread your legs wider. I want to see your fuzzy, little balls too.”
Ezra did as he was told, leaning backwards on the counter so that he could present himself for Roman’s attentive gaze. Roman paused mixing to stroke him right there in the kitchen, bringing Ezra to the brink of orgasm without taking him over the edge. Ezra liked that too because he was here for Roman’s pleasure, not the other way around, and Roman understood. Ezra fingered the powdery prints of flour Roman had left on his thigh and hummed softly while he finished flipping pancakes.
“Eat up, babe,” Roman told him when they were seated at the table. “Every last bite.” Ezra’s stomach had shrunk from eating so poorly the past couple of weeks, but he ate as much as he could manage. Even though he didn’t finish his plate, Roman praised him still, then told him to go shower.
“I want you to do a good job, Ezra. Do you know why?”
“Because I’m your cock warmer?”
“That’s right. And I’m going to use you any way I want.”
A trill of excitement raced through him. “Yes, sir.”
Ezra relished the simple instructions. Only once he was under the hot spray and scrubbing himself down with a soapy washcloth did it occur to him that he hadn’t showered in days, hadn’t bothered to brush his teeth either. Normally so meticulous about his hygiene, he’d ignored all of the daily rituals needed to properly care for his body, and he felt ashamed. Cleanliness and order were his passions. How had he become so distracted that he’d let all of that go?
Once he was finished with his deep cleaning, Roman came in with some body lotion he wanted to use on his skin, Jergens fragrance-free moisturizer, the only kind Ezra would allow.
“I know you’ve been busy,” Roman came over to stand behind him so that they both faced the vanity mirror, “but I want my cock warmer taken care of even when I’m not using it. Do you understand, Ezra?”
“Yes, sir. Will you remind me if I forget?”
“Of course I will.”
Roman rubbed lotion into his chest, taking care to massage some of the white goop into his stiff, peaked nipples as well. He moved down to the center of his abdomen, then lower to his hips and upper thighs, shins and calves, even the bottoms of his feet and his sharp knees. Ezra turned around so that Roman could rub it onto his arms, shoulders, back, and buttocks. Lastly, he massaged the lotion gently over his flaccid cock, pinching his foreskin a little to get at the tip, and underneath his balls. He even moisturized his perineum and the rim of his hole too. Ezra let out little moans of pleasure while Roman worked, feeling warm and cherished all over. He may have been neglecting his body lately, but his bodylovedRoman, loved all of the special touches and attentions he gave it. Ezra could feel it waking up now, like stumbling out of a cold, dark room and stepping into the sunlight.
“That feels good,” Ezra said, a little drowsy and a little horny too. “Thank you, sir.”
“Let’s go out to the couch now, babe.”
They watchedStar Trek, which wasn’t Ezra’s favorite, but the plot was easy enough to follow. The whole time Ezra lay between Roman’s thighs and cradled his cock in his mouth, sucking on it occasionally, but mostly just holding it carefully on his tongue. Sometimes it plumped up, filling his mouth completely, but then it would deflate again, allowing Ezra to lick carefully around the rim and suckle the tip with his puckered lips. The scent of his lover soothed him while Roman stroked his hair and his back, murmuring praises and sweet things. Ezra took another nap—he hadn’t been sleeping much lately, and when he woke, it was afternoon, and they were back in Roman’s bedroom.
“Are you hungry?” Roman asked after he’d made him drink an entire glass of water. They were both naked with one of Roman’s thick thighs sandwiched between his legs. Ezra’s cock was hard and weeping against his belly.
