“Please keep touching me like this. Please allow your boy to come.”
His phrasing is a nice bonus. I maintain an easy pace while my other hand reaches around him to grab his nipple and twist. He lets out a lovely sound of indignation which melts into a kind of growly purr. I do it again to the same result. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, Sir. A little harder.”
I indulge him. One and then the other, twisting and tugging at his nipples until they are both peaked and angry-looking from the rough treatment. “These would blush beautifully in my clamps,” I tell him. “Your sweet little raspberries squeezed so tightly they’re about to pop.”
“Yesss,” he says with a needy little whine at the end.
“Would you like me to clamp them sometime?”
“Yes, Sir. I want you to hurt me.”
Those words do funny things to my brain, especially when uttered with such sincerity. I won’t hold him to it though, not yet.
“What else do you want?”
“I want you to spank me and…”
“And?”
“Fuck me.”
I take a few deep breaths, but this is as far as we’ll go today.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” I ask the beautiful boy in my lap as I continue to squeeze and stroke him. His veiny shaft throbs in my hand like warm fruit, and the shine of lube and precum gives his crown a wet, succulent glaze. His ass clenches, and he makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat. That’s the only warning I’m given before his cock pulses in my fist, squirting jets of cum across the area rug and spilling over my knuckles like warm milk. I’m already looking forward to all the ways I’ll make him come and all the ways I’ll deny him. His noise is one of delighted surprise as I squeeze the tip of his cock between my thumb and forefinger to get the very last drop. I bring my hand to his mouth.
“Boys clean up their messes.”
He makes a sour face then very carefully licks the cum from my knuckles, going a little cross-eyed from the effort. I wait patiently until he’s ingested every last bit.
“Bravissimo, Giovanni,” I tell him roughly, hardly above a whisper.
“Grazie,” he says shyly. He kicks off his pants and underwear, then turns toward me so he can nestle down in my arms. I’m used to having at least one hand free in case I need to reach for my gun, but I’m safe for the moment, and if this is what he needs, I’ll adapt. I stroke his smooth thigh and rest my lips in his hair, breathing in the scent of my shampoo, which is so much more alluring on him.
“Very good.” I smile and rub my thumb over Giovanni’s swollen lips. His mouth opens and he draws my digit inside to suck it like a pacifier.
He needs this, I think.He was made for this.And though I can’t tell if it’s selfish or selfless, I want to be the one to give it to him.
“Il mio bel ragazzo,”I murmur.
My beautiful boy.
5
Iadd a sexual component to our daily schedule. Giovanni blows me every morning before breakfast, and after his morning bowel movement, I return the favor with either my hand or mouth.
“When are you going to play with my ass?” he asks only a few days into our new routine. Splayed naked across my bedsheets with the remnants of his orgasm still streaked across his chest, he looks like a whorish princeling. I wouldn’t call him that though, even as a compliment.
“Who says I’m going to play with your ass?” I ask while knotting my tie. I’m late for work.Again.
He rolls over and sticks his rear in the air, rubbing his now-soft dick against the bedding to goad me. “I want you to,” he says, somewhat petulantly, eyeing me from beneath his dark mop of hair. “Pretty please,Sir,” he says so very charmingly and bats his eyelashes. Maybe he is a bit of a brat after all.
“Thank you for demonstrating your gluttonous appetite.” I can’t have him assuming he’ll get whatever he wants when he demands it. That simply won’t do.
“I can’t help it. You turn me on so much, Valentin.” He rolls again, thrusting his pelvis upward and running both hands along his inner thighs. He knows he’s not supposed to touch himself, so he’s doing everything just shy of it.
“How about a deal?” I offer. He interrupts his pornographic melodrama to stare up at me. “Let me take you out for dinner tonight, and I’ll play with your ass afterward.”
