“No, sir.”
“That’s right, but other men have the right to see and enjoy your naked body, don’t they?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.”
He drew in his breath, keeping his eyes clenched tight. “I haven’t earned the right to look at other men, but they have the right to look at and enjoy my naked body.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and positioned his hand around my thigh. I wanted us to walk to the bedroom this way, half so we could support each other in case either of us suddenly stumbled.
I looked down and saw Scott’s cock stiffening at having contact with my bare skin.
…
“We sure gave that hole of yours a good stretching, didn’t we, Scott?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does it hurt? You can tell me.”
“Yes, sir, it feels very sore.”
“Like being split in half, right? It’s always that way the first time, don’t worry.”
I was dressing myself in a fresh t-shirt, boxers and my plaid, baggy pajama bottoms. Scott was on his knees on the floor facing away from me. His forehead pressed against the carpet once again.
He was reaching back and parting his cheeks with his hands as I commanded, pulling them open as wide as he could.
Where his pink anus had been at the beginning of the night was now a gaping red mouth, fucked raw and stretching wide. It looked very nice that way, especially with his hard banana between his legs, oozing onto the rug.
“Those buns of yours were just made to be pinched and slapped, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And your hole fit around my cock so nicely, just like it was designed to have a nice, big dick in it.”
I sat down on the bed and looked at his succulent rump as his fingers dug into it. My cock wanted it again. “Your hole will be fully recovered in a few days. But I hope this is just the beginning. That you’ll give lots of men the pleasure of using your exquisite ass in the future.”
“Thank you very much, sir,” he said, voice muffled by the rug. He sounded genuine, there was not a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
I cocked my head. “For what, Scott?”
I saw his stomach expand as he drew in his breath. His straining penis flexed.
He spoke clearly so I could hear him. “Thank you for using and abusing my body all night tonight…thank you for taking my clothes and making me your naked plaything…” I watched a long strand of pre-cum descend from his dick and connect with the carpet. “And thank you for pinching and squeezing my bubble buns for your enjoyment and for spanking them when I was a bad boy and didn’t listen to you…and thank you for stretching my tight hole with your fingers and then fucking it hard with your cock…it was a great honor, sir, and I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did.”
I was amazed, not to mention rock hard. Scott certainly was an apt pupil. He had learned fast and knew exactly what I wanted to hear.
“I did enjoy it,” I said, my hardon almost bursting from my pajama bottoms. “I enjoyed it very much.” I figured that enticing little monologue was worthy of some kind of reward (as I’m sure was his objective). “Is there anything I can do for you now, Scott?”
He drew in another breath. I knew what his request would be: “If it’s not too much trouble, may I please cum, sir..?”
I still had not allowed him to orgasm. I’d kept him on edge all night, denied him the right to spurt his load again and again. Earlier, I thought he might lose his mind if he couldn’t unload. Yet, he endured it all the same.
I left him hanging for a moment, then rose. My erection was huge in my pajama bottoms.
“Ask me again, Scott.”
“May I please cum, sir?” he exhaled. I went over and tapped him on the shoulder. “Get up.”
I helped him to his feet. He looked at me, blue eyes glazed with fatigue and lust, his cock jutting out proudly before him. I reached out and squeezed the length of his shaft in one hand. “Ohh,” he moaned.
I led him by his hard cock across the hall and back to the bathroom. It was still steamy, with the fresh aroma of shower and soap.
I positioned his hands on the sink and stood behind him. “Ask me again.”
“My I please cum, sir?”
I began stroking his shaft. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace. In the foggy mirror before us I watched in amusement as his eyes rolled back into his head with pleasure. As I had never actually looked into his eyes while stimulating him before, this was the first time I noticed this.
“Again, Scott,” I demanded.
His breaths were increasing as my hand moved faster on his shaft. I could feel his heartbeat as the blood pumped through it. My hard cock in my pajamas rested atop the crevice of his ass like a hot dog resting between two buns.
“May I please cum, sir?”
“Again, keep asking me.”
He closed his eyes. “May I please cum, sir…may I please cum, sir…may I please…ah…AH!” I cupped my other hand in front of the firing line and he shot three heavy, hot spurts into it.
“Aaaaah,” he sighed, a shudder of release running through his body from his chest to his legs. They trembled once more and I held him so they didn’t give way.
Two more spurts, then three. Scott filled up my hand with a pool of his hot milk. I caught every last drop.
The look of spent gratification on his face was almost comical, like a puppy who had just been rubbed in all the right places.
I leaned over and tasted some of his semen in my hand. I enjoyed it as much as I had last time. But of course, it was not for me.
“Taste yourself, Scott,” I held my hand to his lips. He looked down at it. With almost no hesitation this time, he lapped up his spooge, eagerly and obediently, every last yummy bit of it.
I still saw mild revulsion on his face as he registered the taste. He clearly was not enjoying it, but that did not stop him. He was doing it because I ordered him to. Because he was grateful I finally allowed him to cum.
He sucked it off my fingers. Ran his tongue between the crevices of my cupped hand.
“You taste good, don’t you, Scott?” I asked, smiling.
“Yes, sir,” he said, giving my hand a final scouring with his tongue, “yes I taste good.”
I repositioned his hands back on the sink. “Stay there now, Scott.” I let out my big, hard tool and thumped it against the small of his back. Being this close to his round peach of a backside had gotten me excited again.
He flinched. “No, wait, I can’t do it-” I hushed him and patted his shoulder. “Relax, Scott, I’m not going to fuck you again, I know it still hurts. I just want to jerk off into your hot, bare ass.”
He relented after a moment and got back into position. “Yes, sir…sorry sir.”
As I stroked myself, I reached down with the other hand and squeezed one of his cheeks. “MMF,” he protested, closing his eyes. I gave it a slap. He hissed in discomfort.
“Move for me, Scott,” I said, “move your buns.”
He swayed his ass as he’d done many times before. Just feeling the movement of his naked body against my dick was enough for me. After a few heavy moans I blew my hot load onto his back, the second of the night for me. It ran down the curve of his spine in three long, milky streams.
I scooped up as much of my own cum from his body as I could. “Here,” I held it up to him, “you can compare the taste.”