Naked Scott Ch. 04
Dive into the tantalizing world of “Naked Scott Ch. 04,” where passion ignites and desire knows no bounds. Join Scott as he explores his sexuality, navigating steamy encounters and emotional connections that will leave you breathless. Don’t miss this captivating chapter that delves into love, lust, and the undeniable chemistry between men.
Writer’s note: this scenario contains some extreme dominance and submission. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea.
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I went to the refrigerator and got myself another bottle of water.
The liquid was wonderfully cold as it ran through me. I felt it refreshing and restoring my body after so much intense action.
I finished it off with a satisfactory “ahh” and tossed it in the garbage. Then I took another ice cold bottle from the fridge and brought it to Scott in the living room.
Poor Scott was on his knees, sitting in the middle of the floor, drawing in long, fatigued breaths. I loved the way his naked, oiled body shown gold in the overhead light. His eyes were still covered by the black blindfold and his mouth hung open. He looked completely spent.
I got down next to him on the floor. Wrapping my big arm around him, I pulled him toward me and put the bottle to his lips. “Drink, Scott.”
As he drank, I could see the restorative power of the icy water work its magic. With renewed vigor, he gulped it hard until it was spilling out the edges of his mouth. “Good, Scott, drink it all the way down.”
He heaved in satisfaction as I pulled the empty bottle away. He slouched forward, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. I heard him sniff.
“Are you alright, Scott?” I asked, holding him to me. The edges of his mouth turned downward. Another hot tear fell from under his blindfold. I wiped it away before he could do it himself.
“Are you alright?” I whispered it this time, rubbing his shoulder affectionately.
“I’m alright, sir,” he said quietly.
“You cry nicely, Scott,” I said, wiping a tear from his other eye. He grimaced and started to blush. “You’ve done a very good job tonight, Scott…very good.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Tell me…repeat what I said.”
“I’ve done…I’ve done a very good job tonight…”
“And you’re a good boy, aren’t you, Scott? You’re my good boy.”
Scott swallowed hard. “Yes, sir…I’m a good boy.”
I kissed his temple. With one hand still rubbing his arm, my other hand reached between his legs and cupped his penis. He made another hard swallow as I began stroking. “Please,” he began, trying to lean away from me, “please, sir…”
“Easy, Scott,” I whispered in his ear, “you’re okay. We need to get you nice and hard again…I want you to always be hard while you’re here, Scott.”
He drew in a great sigh and relented. His penis grew and thickened in my hand as I stroked.
“That’s right, Scott, deep breaths. Take big, deep breaths, nice and slow…” He did as I asked. His hairy chest expanded and his lungs filled to capacity before he let everything out.
After inhaling deeply three times or so, I saw his miserable expression change. He was beginning to enjoy the stimulation on his cock.
Before long, his deep breaths were coming naturally through his open mouth. His penis was completely erect as I stroked. The spongy, mushroom cap swollen and ready for action.
He flinched once or twice at the sensation. The abuse I’d given his manhood throughout the evening had probably left a few sore spots here and there.
I was pleased to see him hard and aroused again, the way I liked him. I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “That’s my boy.”
I stood up now. I undid my belt buckle and lowered the zipper of my jeans. After a bit of awkward fumbling inside my boxer shorts, I managed to liberate my hard, sweaty member and pull it free from my pants.
This was more of a relief than I thought it would be. With all the manipulation and light abuse I’d given Scott’s cock throughout the night, my own had been trapped and straining all the while, pleading in its own way to be freed. As much as I loved having Scott for my nude plaything, it was becoming more of a challenge to keep my own clothes on.
For the first time in either of our encounters, my robust cock was unleashed and ready for action. I guided Scott’s hand to my hot, moist shaft and wrapped his fingers around it. He began to stroke me.
“Ohh,” I breathed, “oh, goddamn.” My poor tool had been so starved for stimulation I was almost startled by how good it felt.
Scott and I stroked each other. “How does it feel, Scott?” I asked, wanting his honest opinion.
Scott thought for a minute. “It…it’s big sir…” I could hear the apprehension in his voice. I knew exactly what he was thinking. I’m about eight inches long. That isn’t enormous, but I am pretty thick, though.
I reached down between his cheeks and found his hole. “You’ve never had a cock up here, have you, Scott? You’re an anal virgin.”
His face reddened. He turned away in shame. “It’s alright, Scott,” I said, putting a hand under his chin and bringing it back toward me. My other hand stroked his oily hole with two fingers. “You can tell me…you can say it.”
“Yes, sir,” he swallowed, blushing hard, “I’m an anal virgin…”
I already basically knew this, but the question of “why” burned in my mind. Why had Scott never allowed himself to be fucked? With his looks, his build, not to mention that magnum opus of an ass he had behind him, he must have been fighting off the guys on a daily basis.
Did he consider himself a complete top before this? It seemed hard to believe. Though he’d been somewhat uptight during our first encounter, the anal play quickly revealed what a natural-born bottom he was.
I decided to save these questions for later. I felt his anus muscles loosening as I rubbed him. He released and opened beneath me like a flower.
“As you mentioned before, I am big. I’m big enough to hurt a guy when a fuck him, especially when its his first time. So, we’re going to have to work up to it. We have to loosen you up so you can accept me. We both know you can take two fingers, but I’m bigger than that and you’re still tight. So, we’re going to have to do more.”
Scott’s entire body erupted in goose flesh. I felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. I put my arm around him to warm him. I knew he was scared.
“We’ll do it nice and slow, like I said, Scott, and you’re going to like it. We both know you love to get fingered, right?”
He blushed red again, but his cock bobbed upward at the very idea of it. I chuckled and gave it a good squeeze.
His erection flexed in my grip. It drooled a nice, big dew drop of pre-cum, which I scooped up and held to his lips. He licked it off obediently, even as he cringed at the taste. “Good boy, Scott, now bend down, please, head against the carpet.”
“Yes, sir.”
He bent over and pressed his head to the carpet and positioned his arms at either side like a sphinx. Still on his knees, he thrust his oiled-up backside into the air. I reached between his cheeks and stroked his pink rosebud once more.
“What do we need to do now?” I asked.