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As he rises onto his knees, I scoot closer to him, wedging my naked foot between his spread legs, up under his balls.

“Open up and let Daddy see.”

He tilts his head back all the way, and I gaze down into the sea of cum and saliva as I wiggle my toe against his sack.

The whine I’m gifted is torturous.

I wish we didn’t have this party tonight. I’d stay in here toying with him for hours. Edging him and then forcing him to blow load after load until he begs for mercy.

Taking his chin in my grip, I hold his jaw open with my thumb pressed firmly against the bottom row of his teeth.

“Do you like the taste of Daddy’s cum?”

He grunts his response, nodding his head gently so none of it spills out of his mouth.

“Go ahead and swallow for me. You did such a good job tonight, toy.”

I crouch in front of him and hold his cheeks gently between my hands. Not only do I want to acknowledge his hard work with my touch, but I’m also looking for any kind of distress coming from him. Sub-drop is a very real and uncomfortable thing to experience, especially the first time. But the way his eyes slowly flutter closed as he drinks the final remnants of our liaison tells me he’s doing just fine.

“Now it’s your turn to shower.” Standing up, I walk to his dresser and pick out a pair of gym shorts for him. “Put these on and come straight back here in your towel when you’re done. We’ll finish getting you ready to go out then.”

“Yes, Daddy.” He dresses in the shorts and walks to the door.

“Oh, your boyfriend Gage was looking for you. Find him so you can check in and ease his concerns. He seemed worried about you.”

He rolls his eyes a little at the boyfriend comment, but nods, and I let it slide.

“Tell him you went for a run or something. The way you’re all sweaty and disheveled right now, it’s believable.”

Nodding once more, he leaves the room.

Chapter Six

Mason

I ran into Gage in the hallway on the way to the bathroom.

Cole was right, he was worried I’d gotten sick or something. I used Cole’s story about me going on a run, and he seemed to buy it. His concern is appreciated, we’ve become pretty close these past several weeks, but I didn’t realize he was keeping such close tabs on me.

Once he’s satisfied with my answer, I head straight for the shower. The water feels amazing, and I want to stay under its warm, relaxing spray forever. But I have to get back to our room. I don’t know if Cole is timing me or what, but I don’t want to give him another reason to get angry with me tonight. Especially now that I’ve gotten to experience the spoils of being his good boy.

Holy shit, he made me feel dirty, desired…fucking incredible. I’m not a complete square, and I’m definitely not a prude, but he opened my eyes to an entirely new and different world tonight.

I would have done anything he commanded me to.

I thought I was going to come all over myself while he was gagging me. I never would have thought something like that could produce such an intense, erotic reaction. I’ve always associated it with getting sick.

Then, the way he stroked my cock, gifting me one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life?

Fuck. Me.

I can’t wait to do it again.

I figured giving him head would factor into this scenario, and I loved how he used my mouth for his pleasure.

The whole scene was incredible. By the time I came, my entire body was being deliciously tortured by the sensation of a thousand pins and needles pricking me all over. It felt like my soul was floating somewhere outside of myself. That feeling stayed with me until just before Cole came back from showering.

But the icing on the cake—no pun intended—was the way he fed me my cum from his hand, and when he ordered me to keep his cum in my mouth while he showered.