Just To Make Sure
by Touchstone
It was an exclusive party at a mansion outside out of town. Originally, Alex Shepherd had not even planned on being here. Despite having attended more than his fair share of parties hosted by the rich and famous since he inherited his father’s company, he did not really have a taste for them. And even then, this one in particular was of a type he’d tried to avoid all his life, ever since he found out that his own family participated in these events.
Right now he was sitting at a table in a large hall full of people who were either wearing towels, bathrobes, or nothing at all.
He found it slightly distasteful was all. Although he had participated at the beginning of the night by dropping his watch in a glass bowl along with all the other men in the room, he had just been glad that the person to take it out had been Lena Carmine, a girl he’d had his eye on since a few years back when his father had made him attend a more...formal function, a meeting between his company and Carmine Industries. He didn’t mind being with her, and judging by the conversation that followed, it seemed like he might be seeing her more in the future. It was perhaps the only good thing he would be taking home tonight, he believed.
Because apparently when the next round started... well, to put it simply, if Lena’s 50-something year-old father were to pull out his watch from that glass bowl, Alex would still be obliged to leave the room with him. And apparently it was encouraged for those sorts of things to happen. In the God-knew how many rounds of sex with strangers and other wealthy people that was to happen that night, the host intended for the guests to enjoy the ‘company’ of a member of the same sex at least once.
‘Hell no I ain’t sticking around for that,’ he remembered Ben saying yesterday. Ben was Alex’s bodyguard, a large intimidating sort of man that his father had hired before his demise. With Alex’s inheritance of the company, so did he inherit Ben’s loyalty. They had become friends even before Alex’s ascension to power, so to speak. Which was why Alex usually brought Ben along as his guest to all the previous parties. Partially because Alex wasn’t married yet, although God only knew that there had been pressure from his grandparents to do so to ‘keep the family line going’, and partially because Alex had gotten used to having Ben around. The man’s rough demeanour and sheer size scared off other people when Alex needed people scared. Alex had even heard rumors that his dad had used Ben to... make a few people disappear when things got inconvenient for business. Although that was something Alex had yet to confirm.
Right now Alex was just waiting for Ben to arrive, glowing proudly after having left the room with twins earlier so that they could both slip away quietly before the beginning of the next round. Meanwhile everyone else in the room was either making polite conversation with each other about business or world issues or things like that, or well, keeping their eyes glued to the stage, where a naked man was on his knees, his face buried in the crotch of a woman dressed in leather, sitting on a wooden stool. Alex recognized the man at least as the owner of a big pharmaceutical chain. The woman was his secretary. And he was quite sure he saw the man’s wife sitting in the room sucking face with another man almost twice her age just now.
Disgusting, Alex thought. All of it. How could these people be so comfortable with this?
“Enjoying yourself, Alex?”
Alex looked up to see the source of the voice with the thick British accent. He recognized the man who sat himself beside him as Carlos Benito, head of one of the largest and oldest families in the trade. By ‘the trade’, of course, Alex realized that the man was some sort of mob boss behind his daytime operations as the chairman of an electronics company. Carlos had been good friends with Alex’s father. Alex had remembered seeing him often enough as a child. Their families had dinner together relatively often. Carlos was about the same age as Alex’s father would have been if he were still alive, and Alex had a feeling the man would live on for quite long. Even though he was in his late fifties, through his bathrobe Alex could see that the large man was pretty well built. Not exactly the body-building type like Ben, but still formidable enough that Alex wondered if the man even needed lackeys to do the dirty work for him. He even made Alex a little jealous, somewhat, that man that age could find the time to keep that fit while he was crumbling under the pressure of work.
“Yeah,” Alex responded. “This is one great party.”
“Yes we missed you at our Christmas parties when you left for college,” Carlos grinned. “Now that you’re back and running your father’s show, I just thought I’d start inviting you to the ‘grownup’ parties your father and mother never let you participate in.”
“Thank you,” Alex said dryly, his eyes straying towards the door.
“Waiting for someone in particular?” Carlos asked.
“Uh...yeah, I was just waiting for my friend, Ben,” Alex said.
“If you want to get him for the next round, I can arrange for that to happen,” Carlos grinned evilly. “Although I do try to encourage total strangers for your first party- it’s a good way to establish good relations, I know you might find it...awkward. Perhaps you might find it easier...”
“No,” Alex said quickly, unable to hide the look of discomfort on his face. “No there’s no need for that.”
Carlos shrugged. “Well that’s good to know. Keep the mystery up. Some of my friends have been asking about you, you know. We’ll just see if they get lucky. Either way, I think I saw your friend Ben down in the locker room. He might still be there.”
“Right, thanks,” Alex said, getting up almost instantly. Partially because Carlos’ topics of conversation were a bit unnerving, partially because the older man had not tied his bathrobe properly and Alex had caught a glimpse of the man’s cock, hanging out indecently, and well, partially because the man’s hand had somehow reached his own thigh, the towel Alex was wearing the only barrier between the two of them touching. Enough was enough, he decided. Ben was probably already showering in the stalls. Alex decided he would do the same, then just get dressed, get Ben and leave.
“Hurry back,” he heard Carlos call. “The next round starts in ten minutes!”
Alex didn’t even deign to respond to that.
“Ben?” he called out as he went into the locker room. “We’re leaving now!”
No answer. He peered around the locker area, and into the shower area. No one was there. As he passed the sauna room, he could hear the sound of moaning coming from the inside. Two distinctly male voices. Fucking faggots probably couldn’t wait ten minutes, Alex thought. And if they were in there, there was no way Ben could possibly be in there too.
“Damnit, Ben,” Alex thought to himself. Finally, he resigned to just showering quickly and leaving alone. If Ben got caught up here now, it was his own fault. It was just as he was about to double back towards the shower that he heard a voice coming from behind him.
“He isn’t here, is he?”
Alex almost jumped with surprise. As he turned around to face the person standing at the exit who was now unmistakeably Carlos, two things caught his attention. One, that the bathrobe he was wearing still wasn’t properly tied up. He could still catch a glimpse of the older man’s crotch through the opening. Two, that the man had something in his hands that made his own heart almost stop.
His watch. He’d forgotten to take it back from the first round.
“You weren’t there. But I thought you’d like to know that I pulled it out,” he said with a confident smirk. “Lucky for you.”
Alex, unfortunately, could not see why this was lucky. Not knowing whether to scream or run or both, the next best thing came out: the truth. “I’m uh...actually leaving,” he said. “I wasn’t planning on staying around for the second session. You see I’m not really comfortable with, well...with another man.”
It was a good try. Maybe he’d understand and just let him leave. People had preferences, after all.
“Well that makes you even luckier, then,” Carlos said, his grin widening further. “To have me as a first, boy. You’ll see how much of an honor it is.”
The disgust Alex felt at being called ‘boy’ was quickly forgotten two seconds later as Carlos dropped his bathrobe, revealing his bare naked body for the world to see. Although for all intents and purposes, there was only the two of them there at that very moment.
The first thing that caught Alex’ attention was the sheer size of Carlos’ semi-erect cock. How could his eyes not be drawn to it first? It certainly put his own to shame, he realized. And it didn’t help his self esteem that Carlos’ entire body, now on display seemed to him like a Greek statue- perfectly sculpted and built in a way that he secretly knew he could never achieve. As much as he knew he did not want to sleep with this man, he had to give credit where it was due- this man had an impressive body.
But that would be the stuff of future self-esteem issues. Now he just wanted to leave.
“Uh, I’m sorry, Carlos, but I’m going to have to decline,” he said as he moved to walk past the other man.
“Wait.”
It was a command more than a request. And the firm hand grasping his left shoulder illustrated that even more.
“Perhaps we should just sit down and talk about this first,” Carlos said.
Alex really didn’t see what there was to talk about. There was no way he was going to agree to...whatever it was Carlos was going to propose. But some part of him somehow decided to comply, rationalizing that it was perhaps better to leave on good terms with the older man after a discussion rather than storming out. Subconsciously though, it was also a fact that Alex wasn’t very good at saying no to a person. Especially when talked to like that. It was the reason why some people were speculating that he was going to lead his company to ruin.
So they sat down beside each other on one of the benches in the middle of the locker room. Carlos did not bother to put his bathrobe back on- a fact that disturbed Alex somewhat. Even more so when Carlos put his hand on his thigh again.
“Now, Alex, when you turned up tonight I thought you’d be a good sport about all this. Your father used to be. Why are you so scared?” Carlos asked, sounding almost gentle and compassionate.
“I’m not scared,” Alex said firmly. “I just know it’s not what I want.”
“I hope it’s not because you don’t trust me. You trust me, right?” Carlos asked.
“Of course I do,” Alex said, feeling slightly irritated now. “I just don’t want to do it.”
Carlos gave a sigh of relief. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Remember that magic trick I used to do for you whenever I came to visit?”
Alex nodded slowly. “Of course I do,” he said. He remembered the first time he’d seen it was at his 17th birthday party.
“Then indulge an old man and let me do it one more time,” Carlos said. “After that you can go home. I’ll explain to the rest of the guests that you had an urgent call.”
“Uh...sure,” Alex replied, finding the request a bit odd. Still, it was nothing sexual, so there was nothing to worry about. Come to think about it, he didn’t remember much about the trick, but he did remember closing his eyes, and...
“Ten.”
Oh, yes, he remembered now. All he had to do was listen as Carlos counted back from ten to one.
“Nine.”
There was something polite and gentle in the tone of the older man’s voice. It made it seem almost acceptable that the man had his hand on his thigh, Alex thought.
“Eight.”
He was glad that he was leaving soon, he realized. He was quite tired and could use a good rest.
“Seven.”
Make that a long nap.
“Six.”
Or perhaps he could take a short one here. It was dangerous to drive while sleepy, after all.
“Five.”
At the very least here he had Carlos to watch over him while he slept.
“Four.”
And he could trust Uncle Carlos.
“Three.”
Yes, he could trust that man with everything.
“Two.”
That hand on his thigh now felt strangely comforting. Unconsciously, he found himself leaning in closer to the older man’s more powerful, warm body.
“One.”
And much to Carlos’ delight, the young man’s head slumped over, leaning on his shoulder as the only sound coming from him now was deep, relaxed breaths.
“Guess you won’t be going anywhere after all, boy,” Carlos grinned, patting the boy’s thighs happily. Before Alex had left for college, Carlos had managed to plant enough hypnotic suggestions to get him back to this state in case anything needed to be done to ‘save the company’ he had helped Alex’s father set up. This use wasn’t planned, he realized, but it wasn’t unwelcome either.
“Tonight is about to be the best night of your life, boy. But first we’re going to need to have a little talk first. Why did you want to leave again, Alex?”
“I’m not gay...” the slurred monotonic reply came.
“Well,” Carlos said, his voice almost a deep whisper. “How do you know you’re not?”
“I don’t...like...” the boy’s poor brain couldn’t form much in his condition, and left that sentence hanging.
“Well how would you know you don’t like it unless you try it?” Carlos asked in an almost paternalistic tone. “Oh, Alex, you’re not good at making decisions, are you? But I guess I can’t blame you. You’re only young and naïve, after all. Some things you need older, more experienced people to decide for you, don’t you think?”
The confused look on the sleeping young man’s face was almost too precious.
“I only want what’s best for you,” Carlos said, pulling Alex’s towel loose with one hand, and opening it slowly to expose the younger man’s cock. “I know it feels hard to think right now. Maybe you should let me do it for you, boy, don’t you think?” He accentuated this question by grabbing Alex’ cock firmly, stroking it expertly. This delayed the boy’s response to his question, but when the boy did make a sound, it was only to give a slight, “Mmm...” of approval towards this strange sensation he was feeling. This hand wrapped around his cock was different. Larger. Warmer. Stronger. And it felt strangely comforting, or so Carlos was telling Alex, drawing the boy even further into his web as he pulled him closer, enveloping him in a hug as the younger man now leaned on his chest.
“Like that, don’t you boy? Well don’t worry, boy, there’s much more I have to show you. And there’s really nothing to be afraid of. You’re safe here. Safe and warm. And it’s just a test to see if you really don’t like it. If you really don’t you can walk away any time.”
Of course, Alex couldn’t really walk away at any time, Carlos thought. By why get bogged down with the details?
“Alex, I want you to open your eyes.”
Obediently, the boy did as he was told, his face still pressed into Carlos’ thick mat of chest hair. The older man moved him slowly, his hand on Alex’s chin as he directed the younger man to look down at his cock.
“Well Alex, first we need to find out if you don’t really like the sight of cock. But judging by the way you’re looking at it now, it looks like you do. It’s beautiful, isn’t it, boy? It’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen,” Carlos coaxed.
“Beautiful...” the younger man echoed, a vacant smile plastered on his face.
“Perhaps you should take a closer look,” Carlos suggested, pushing the younger man’s face downwards so that his cock was literally almost touching the boy’s nose.
“It’s big, isn’t it boy?” Carlos grinned proudly. “Almost puts you to shame, doesn’t it? Perhaps you should sniff it, just to be sure you don’t like the smell of it.”
And with that he pressed Alex’s face even lower, deep into his pubic hair.
“Thaaaat’s right. Take a good, deep whiff,” he coaxed, pleased at the sounds of Alex sniffing deeply, and the way the boy’s body seemed to go limp at the very scent of it. “Mmmm...” Carlos licked his lips. “Lovely, isn’t it?”
What little part of Alex’s straight consciousness didn’t think so. But right now it was growing weaker and weaker by the second, overpowered by the voice in him that sang about how this musky, sweet yet sour smell soaking his nostrils felt so right. And that he had to have more.
“Hm...perhaps we should run one last test, boy. Maybe you should take it into your mouth and taste it. There’s nothing gay about that. Once you’ve tasted my cum, you’ll know for sure whether you’re gay or not,” Carlos coaxed. “Go on.”
‘How very generous of him,’ the weak, submissive boy inside Alex thought. ‘To let me try out all these delicious sensations just to be sure.’ His lips parted around the tip of Carlos’ bulging cockhead. Wet and moist, they took in the older man’s member willingly, and almost excitedly even, loving the feel of the older man’s hands stroking his back and his hair comfortingly. Even these were forgotten at the sheer texture and delicate taste that assaulted his tongue the moment he felt its skin brush against it.
“It’s just like sucking on those lollipops I used to give you when you were a little boy,” Carlos egged on. “Go ahead.”
And within seconds, Alex, the straight man who had only minutes ago been firm on not wanting to get involved with men tonight, began his first blow job, bobbing his head up and down excitedly over the older man’s member, licking and slurping with delight.
“Nggh...how could you not have wanted this, boy? You look like..nghh...you’re having...such...a..good..time!” Carlos laughed, knowing that he had already won. As the his new conquest’s mouth began to suck faster and more erratically, the older man pressed the ‘boy’s head down even harder and shouted, pumping load after load of delicious cum into a waiting mouth that gobbled it all up eagerly. On Alex’s part, the sheer explosion of taste on his tongue sent him over the edge, and his own cum was soon splattered onto the locker room floor.
Lost in the bliss of the aftermath, Alex had to be coaxed to look up and take his mouth off the cock he adored so much, his vacant expression now replaced by a look of adoration as he waited for his muscular God to speak.
“Well, boy...I think you’re gay, don’t you?” Carlos asked.
The boy nodded, the smile on his face telling, no, BEGGING for more.
Carlos smiled benevolently back, stroking the boy’s cheek, admiring the drops of his own cum running down the boy’s chin. “Well, I guess you won’t be leaving, then, won’t you? A lot of other people will be happy to hear that. But for the next two hours, boy, you’re mine.”
The boy licked his lips at the thought of it. Mixed with the mindless look of worship on his face, it was the hottest thing Carlos had ever seen.
“Come then, boy,” he said, resisting the urge to just plow through the boy there and then. “There’s something I want you to see.”
He stood up and walked ahead, Alex following dreamily after, towards the sauna. Carlos opened the door, allowing some clouds of steam to rise out of the room. He took a deep breath of that deep, wooden scent before stepping in, Alex again immediately following after. It took Alex a while for his vision to adjust in the dim light and the thick clouds of steam, and he knew it would take a while longer for his bare skin to adjust to the burning heat emanating from the center of the room, but all this dropped from his mind the moment his clouded mind zeroed in on what Carlos had wanted him to see.
On the floor on one end of the large sauna room, was Ben, down on all fours, his giant, hairy body covered in a thick drops of sweat, his face a great expression of bliss as behind him, a tall bald, black man leaned onto his back, his hands grasping Ben’s shoulders and his cock definitely embedded deep inside Ben’s ass.
A small sense of lucidness came back thanks to the sight of his friend in that position. However before it could so much as remind him of what was going wrong, he found himself forced, no- guided, into the same position as Ben- down on all fours with his face only inches away from Ben’s.
“Now, boy, I think you can see why you couldn’t find your friend just now. He didn’t want to be found,” Carlos grinned, sucking on one of his fingers before kneeling down behind Alex, gently positioning his finger at the entrance to Alex’s anal passage.
The black man, whom Alex barely recognized as Carlos’ own bodyguard gave off a short, wicked laugh. “Yeah, he had some attitude problems too. Apart from being an arrogant asshole who insisted on being a ‘Man’, he had some racist problems too,” he said. “But it’s all fixed now, isn’t it, boy? Now all you care about is the feeling of my gorgeous...black...dick deep inside your tight virgin ass.” He accentuated some of his words with a few good, lazy thrusts, winning moans of approval from the hypnotized Latino bodyguard. Alex noticed the cumstains on his friend’s chin as well, and realized that he must’ve sucked on the man’s dick earlier too.
“Mmm...so...full...” Ben mumbled as his partner patted him on the back.
It was then that Alex felt an intrusion inside his own anal hole. A slight feeling of pain that had him wince at the sensation of Carlos’ finger reaching into places he’d never realized existed before. The pain was placated somewhat by the feeling of Carlos stroking on his dick again, although eventually, as he accommodated himself to the feeling of being penetrated that way, he realized that he rather enjoyed it, shivering with anticipation as the digit withdrew.
His anticipation heightened when he felt Carlos positioning himself, their skin touching as he leaned over and grabbed on to Alex’s shoulders. Alex felt the heat in the room rise somewhat, beads of sweat and vapor condensing on his forehead and the rest of his body, rubbing deliciously against Carlos’ own wet skin as the older man entered Alex for the first time. It put Alex at the very edge of bliss. To have a warmth that rivalled the heat of the room embedded so deeply within him, to crave every inch of contact between their skin as Carlos began thrusting into him...these were all new sensations to him. And some part of him knew then that he would gladly give anything for more. More touch. More heat. More sweat. More of the older man’s delicious scent. He wanted to be pinned beneath that writhing, sweating, hairy body, worshipping every inch of it as he moaned like a bitch in heat.
“That’s it boy...let it all sink in,” Carlos said in between thrusts. “I’m going to fill you up so good you’ll never be able to take my scent off of your skin. Fuck you so hard you’ll forget your ass was meant for anything else. And you love it, don’t you? You’re never getting off cock, ever, boy. Tonight is the night you will be reborn, your baptism marked by the delicious firing of my seed.”
Alex never really stood a chance. What small thoughts of resistance that emerged when he realized he was going to be reduced to a smiling, drooling slut like Ben in front of him were quashed by the mere sensations that Carlos had expertly ingrained him over the past half hour. Soon all bets were off, and all four men in the room were moaning and bucking in unison, their voices accompanied by the sound of flesh rasping against wet flesh. Ben and Carlos’ bodyguard were the first two to come, the two having been at it longer. Alex was still moaning and drooling wildly as the two sat themselves down on the far end of the room, Ben lying his head down on the black man’s lap like a dog satisfied from the stroking on his head.
And when Carlos finally came inside him, the sheer warmth inside him made him feel as though he would burst with happiness. A feeling accentuated further later as he sat in the older man’s lap, the older man finishing him off with expert, loving strokes that had him spilling his love juices on the floor too.
Ben and Alex were fucked at least two more times before the session was over, and they returned to the main hall with a bit more enthusiasm for netting male bedfellows. Carlos all too happily rigged the pairing system so that the remaining partners Ben and Alex had for the rest of the night were all male, all older, more experienced people who they would willingly submit themselves to. In a twist of fate, the last person Alex sucked off in the shower that night was Alan Carmine himself. And as far as he was concerned, being fucked by
Lena’s father far outclassed sleeping with the girl herself.
Sadly, this was not how the night would be remembered for a while. Carlos had a few words with Ben and Alex before they left, and as though nothing had happened, the two friends were driving home the next morning thinking they had spent the whole night with women, although Carlos left them with a last message, a parting gift which would only be known about five days later.
Alex had come home from work to find Ben in the swimming pool outside his penthouse. Still in his work suit, he sauntered out onto the patio just as his friend climbed out of the pool, wearing only his speedos. Something struck a chord in Alex then, as he watched his large, bodybuilder of a friend climb out towards him, the water dripping off every curve of his perfect body as he confidently strode over to him- the very image of a perfect man. Horrified as much as he was fascinated by the fact that he felt his cock twitching within his pants, he stood still as Ben approached him, looking down on him with a weird grin on his face which Alex recognized already. It was the smile he made whenever he would suggest that Alex make a few phone calls to bring in a few girls. Alex normally himself went off to the bedroom with one while Ben entertained at least two.
“Home already?” Ben said, not very good at conveying verbally what he wanted then. Not that he needed to. Alex’s eyes had caught sight of the erect monster straining against the confines of the tight black speedos from a mile away.
“...should I call in the girls?” Alex asked breathlessly, their faces close to one another.
Ben leaned in closer, whispering huskily, “Forget the girls.” Before enveloping the younger man in a bear hug, their lips crashing against each other as they did just that.
As far as Alex was concerned, this was his first time kissing another man. His first time not being in control, as he moaned helplessly to the delicious feel of the stronger man holding him tight, his tongue inside his mouth.
“Mm...been wanting to do that all week,” Ben grinned as soon as the kiss ended.
“I don’t know why, but lately I can’t seem to take my mind of you.”
“Y...yeah,” Alex agreed meekly. “I’ve been thinking about you too. But don’t you think something’s wrong here? I mean, we’re both straight...”
His sentence was interrupted by Ben suddenly grabbing him and lifting him off the ground, carrying him in his strong arms as though he were a prince carrying a princess he had just rescued. “We can worry about that later,” Ben grinned evilly. “Right now we should help each other out first.”
And while the thought did seem more than a little tempting to Alex then, it still didn’t feel quite right. Even when Ben laid him on the bed in his bedroom, he tried to protest and stall. “You’re still wet from the pool, shouldn’t you-“
But his sentence died the moment Ben peeled off his speedos to reveal , in its utmost glory, his ten inch monster that seemed more than eager to see him.
“See something you like, boy?” Ben grinned eagerly.
Something about being called ‘boy’- Alex couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to hear it again. Although he was used to being called ‘boss’ sometimes, used to giving orders to the man that was his employee, now strange thoughts of submitting to this goliath of a man seemed to make his mind swim with excitement. Thoughts that he tried to stave off as he used what was left of his crumbling resistance to say, “Ben, I’m still your boss and I think we shouldn’t do this.”
This didn’t seem to deter Ben in the slightest. If anything, it seemed to hasten Ben’s progression from standing beside the bed in all his nude, chlorine-soaked glory to being on the bed with him, straddling his thighs before reaching down to undo his pants.
As Alex’s own erect member, confined by the white briefs he wore strained upwards with his pants pulled down, Ben’s lustful smile widened as he said,
“Well, looks like you can’t say you’re not up for it either. You’re not going anywhere, Alex. And tonight, I think we’re going to redefine our relationship a little bit.” As he said this, he pinned down both of Alex’s hands, water still dripping off his majestic body onto the bedsheets and Alex’s otherwise expensive suit.
“You may be my boss at work, but here... I am the master. And you...you are going to be my nice, obedient, slave. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Ben asked.
‘Master’. God, that word would taste so good at the tip of his tongue. Still Alex withheld, determined to find a way out of this, away from under this majestic muscle God who reeked of sweat, chlorine and lust.
It was then that Ben began lowering his hips, grinding their erections against each other, repeatedly in steady, rhythmic motions that were almost hypnotic, sending sensations throughout Alex’s body that had the younger man moaning almost immediately, decimating what was left of his resistance. In the throes of this lustful haze, the word Ben wanted to hear finally slipped out of the younger man’s mouth.
“Master.”
And with that, all bets were off. Alex seemingly forgot all about his desire to leave as Ben proceeded to strip him of the remainder of his clothes like a hungry animal. Although by the time his clothes were off, it was a hunger Alex too shared. They spent the whole of the night exploring every curve and inch of each other’s bodies in the darkness, finally, in their minds at least, comfortable with who they were after spending their entire lives pretending to be two straight men. Alex gladly submitted to the whims of his new master, loving the feel of every inch of that cock ploughed through his ass. He drank every drop of cum his master gave him, revelled in the scent and feel of dried cum that stuck to his face and other parts of his body. They savoured that night, it being the first as far as they were concerned in their new lives, and never left the bedroom once, finally falling asleep together on the floor when the bed was too wet.
Alex woke up the next day with Ben’s arms possessively locked around him as he lay atop the man’s body, his face pressed into his master’s warm chest. “Ben?” he muttered groggily as the unbelievable events of last night came back to him.
“Are you awake?”
“Yeah,” the larger man murmured in response.
“I...I can’t seem to get my head around it,” he whispered. “Don’t you think something’s wrong with us? Before last night, I was so sure that I was-
“The only place your head should get around to,” Ben interrupted him. “Is between my thighs. Sucking my big, fat, juicy cock.”
Alex couldn’t help but swoon at the mere thought of it. Allowing his own train of thought to be interrupted as Ben got up, and laid him down on the floor gently before turning around and getting atop him, his giant cock aligned with Alex’s face while his own head went down on Alex’s own semi-erect member.
And as Alex allowed his lips to wrap around his master’s gorgeous dick, he decided finally that perhaps it was time to stop asking questions and just accept it. This was where he was meant to be, savouring every last sensation of his master’s dick throbbing in his mouth as he felt more in love than he had ever felt before.
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