Chapter 37
Freddie
“The tall twink in the Sailor Moon outfit?”
“Yes, that’s him, please be nice,” my sexy, big Dom tells me.
“Of course I will, Sir,” I wink as I drop to my knees beside him at the bar.
It’s Y2K night at Nyctra and since puppies have been adorable since forever, I chose to be a little latex puppy for my big honey bear that seems to have chosen 2000s dog walker as his matching outfit.
I’m in all black. Zipped up nice and tight and adorning a cute puppy mask, I stuck diamantes on myself. I lean back on my Doc Martens so I don’t get too dirty on the club floor. Oh, and my cock is caged and out too. In the sexy, arseless chaps I’m wearing.
Simmons mindlessly pats my head and rubs my neck as we stay watching Jamie and Arnie dance together.
It’s erotic, hot and making me want to hump Simmons’ boots until I come with how juicy it is to be an observer of their little bubble.
A tug at my leash has me looking up at my owner, and he motions we should move to the recently vacated large booth nearby.
I crawl, showing off my tail that’s plugged into my arse as we make our way through the crowds.
I take my seat under the table, knowing that’s what Simmons will want.
He pets me again, and it’s so dark in the space that I can barely see his crotch in front of me.
Leaning in, I stick my snout to his scent at his crotch, and I’m salivating at the chance to suck his big bear cock in front of all these people.
Nudging and whimpering for it like a whore, Simmons relents and pulls his beautiful self from the confines of his jeans and lets me feed on him.
I suckle, nip, and lick. Basically, just enjoy having him in my mouth.
Cock warming is not a kink I indulge in.
Why when I could just sit on it? But with Simmons, I need his skin on mine all the time.
Daily almost. I’m desperate for any kind of contact with him, even if it’s not sexual.
When I showed up at his home for his birthday, I was pretty sure he was going to kick me out, so colour me surprised when he liked my little bratty show and then didn’t set Dom boundaries and tell me to hit the road.
Which, by the by, he has every right to, since what I did wasn’t in our initial agreement.
Simmons grows hard as I think about how our life could look together, and so I suck the pre-cum out his slit, tongue his banjo string and nibble it. His grip on my neck increases as his half-moon nails cut into the small amount of skin available there.
Talking with my Ma and Da, I miss them and my sisters a lot.
I miss Benji majorly, and in the time I’ve been here, I’ve mostly wanted my contracts to be up so I could jet back to Scotland.
But the loneliness here didn’t last, and I now find myself with hobbies, coffee shop dates with friends, and a honey bear that I want to shave and sew a coat with his honey-scented goodness to wear when we can’t see each other.
So, do I want to go home? Could I keep my new life here? Spend my days and nights the way I am now? That would mean extending my contract with Simmons. Of possibly only ever getting a D/s relationship or whatever the fuck it is we have right now. Would staying be worth the risk?
Doubling down on my efforts, I let go of those big questions for now and try to enjoy my evening.
Simmons bucks his hips and shoves himself so far down my throat that I’m scared his cock is going to see what I had for lunch.
When he cums, I picture his face since I can’t see him and I imagine he has his brow furrowed, lips parted and face reddened.
After he comes back to me from the intensity of his orgasm, he whispers filthy things to me about needing my little cock in his mouth soon, and I hump his boot, mewling and wanting more.
“Settle Freddie. Arnie and Jamie just went up to a voyeur room, fancy humping my boots up at their window?”
I’m up like a shot and practically drag Simmons with me, which is actually quite difficult given our size difference, but he lets me pretend anyway like a good boyfriend.
Huh? Boyfriend. I lick around my mouth and whisper it to myself as we make our way down the hall. Oooh, I like it.
Boyfriend
Boyfriend.
Oh, hi! Please meet my boyfriend, Simmons. Yes, he is handsome. Yes, you remembered, the one that breeds me with his lovely big boyfriend cock. Yes, that boyfriend!
Yeah, that fantasy needs to become a reality. God, we really need to have a grown-up conversation, and soon. What if we are soulmates? Airport meet-cute, falling in love while in latex. A love story for the ages.
Focusing on the here and now, I drop to my knees once more as we arrive outside the room. Simmons pulls my leash tight, and we settle in for the show.