Part Two R.S.V.P. #3
Scott’s lips thinned into a pale pink line as he wrapped them around Joe’s cock again.
His cheeks hollowed out and he lowered his gaze to stare along Joe’s shaft, as if eager to take in every detail so he could masturbate over it later.
If he still had the right to jack off when Joe wasn’t there to enjoy the show, of course.
Whether or not Scott realised it, that right was no longer guaranteed.
As Joe held Scott’s head still and moved his hips, Scott gradually seemed to gain the confidence to show him what techniques and tricks he had learnt before they met.
He traced the vein on the underside of Joe’s shaft and flicked the tip of his tongue against the head.
He missed the sweet spot just beneath Joe’s glans more often than he hit it, but Joe didn’t care about that.
Scott was literally salivating with desire. His mouth grew wetter and slicker around Joe’s cock by the moment; and every bit of pleasure offered to Joe’s shaft raced around his body, setting off chain reactions that swept through his nerve endings.
“Yes, just like that,” Joe murmured.
Scott’s eyes dropped closed. He swallowed rapidly, working his mouth frantically around Joe’s cock as if trying to milk his orgasm out of him.
Still keeping his thrusts as shallow as he could, Joe began to move more quickly. Scott knew he was close; as he opened his eyes and looked up at Joe, Joe saw the knowledge shining in his gaze.
One more thrust, and ecstasy rushed through Joe’s veins. He came, spilling more of his cum across Scott’s tongue each time he jerked his hips forwards.
Locking his knees when they threatened to give way, Joe tossed his head back and let out a triumphant yell. A pure, primal need to mark Scott as his own, and to warn all other men away from his territory, kept Joe pumping into Scott’s mouth until he had nothing left to give.
Scott spluttered, but he didn’t try to pull away. His hands came up to rest on Joe’s thighs again, but Scott only tried to steady them both. There was no attempt to take control. The more feral side of Joe’s dominance howled its approval.
Mine.
It was only breathlessness that kept the word inside Joe’s head.
Finally, he managed to still his hips. Staring down at Scott, he absorbed every detail of the beautiful picture presented.
As Joe took a step back and let his softening cock slip from Scott’s mouth, he noticed that Scott hadn’t been able to swallow quickly enough. Some of Joe’s semen had escaped from between Scott’s lips; his chin shone with moisture. A few drops of cum had landed on Scott’s shirt too.
Scott was just as breathless as Joe. He swayed where he knelt, but he didn’t try to get to his feet.
After a few seconds, Scott took his right hand off Joe’s thigh, moving it toward his own lips.
“Put your hand back where it was.”
Scott blinked in apparent confusion, but he also obeyed.
Joe’s cock was still hanging out, but he lost all interest in tidying himself up. He swiped his thumb against Scott’s chin and fed every scrap of cum that lingered there into Scott’s mouth himself.
It took Scott a few moments to catch up with what Joe expected him to do; but once he was up to speed, he accepted each finger full of cum as if it was a delicious treat. When Scott had swallowed it all, Joe dropped his hand away from Scott’s face.
Scott stared down at the grubby floor as if it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. His hands remained obediently in position as the minutes passed by.
Gradually, their breathing evened out; Scott still didn’t move. Joe was about to order Scott to his feet when Scott tentatively leaned forward and lapped very gently at the tip of Joe’s cock.
He was licking him clean.
If Joe had been capable of coming again so soon, he would have.
Scott lifted one hand and tugged very lightly at Joe’s jeans. Joe nodded his permission and Scott’s movements became more confident. He gripped the pockets of Joe’s jeans and pulled the denim down, until he’d completely exposed Joe’s crotch.
Shuffling forward on his knees, Scott nuzzled the bared skin. Joe stroked his fingers through Scott’s hair, keeping the floppy blond strands out of his way so he’d have a clear view of Scott’s face as Scott tentatively began to lap at his balls.
Taking a step back, Joe leaned against the side of the bar and made himself comfortable. When Scott failed to keep pace with him without a blatant invitation, Joe beckoned him forward with a crook of one finger.
Scott hurriedly shuffled forward on his knees and immediately got back to work. He licked and mouthed Joe’s balls with obvious enthusiasm, sucking them gently between his lips and placing delicate little kisses against the thickly furred skin.
Murmurs of pleasure filled the air as Scott settled in to worship Joe in the way only an instinctive submissive could. In that moment, Joe made a decision. Whether Scott knew it or not, he was destined to be on his knees in front of Joe on a regular basis.
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Scott’s jaw throbbed. The deep, burning ache on each side of his face demanded his attention more loudly with every passing moment.
He shifted his weight forward, trying to ease the stress on his knees, but somehow that only made the bare floor boards feel harder.
Scott’s cock ached. His balls were pulled up tight against his body, begging him to reach down and jerk off.
Scott’s whole body seemed to be screaming at him, telling him what was wrong, but he couldn’t bring himself to take any of those voices seriously. Nothing could be really wrong. Not when, for the first time in his life, it suddenly felt as if everything was right.
He tried to push any awareness of his insignificant little aches and pains out of his mind, but he couldn’t stop himself whimpering as he tried to open his mouth wider and take Joe’s cock back between his lips.
For the first time since he dropped to his knees, it wasn’t a sound filled with pleasure.
“That’s enough for now.” Joe pulled firmly at Scott’s hair, tugging him away from his cock.
Scott shook his head, not caring if he yanked at Joe’s grip on his hair. “N-no, I—”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
Scott blinked up at Joe. When he realised Joe was waiting for an answer, he nodded.
“Good, because just saying no to me won’t get you anywhere.”
Scott’s cock jerked within the tight confines of his jeans.
He still didn’t understand why he loved the fact that Joe would ignore anything but his safe word, but he did.
It called to something in the very bottom of his soul, something he was only just starting to investigate.
It promised him that everything would be okay, because this was precisely the way things should be.
“I kn-know,” Scott whispered.
“Good.”
The lighting behind the bar cast deep shadows over Joe’s face, highlighting his bone structure.
His cheek bones appeared higher, his jaw stronger.
He looked almost feline—not like a sweet little kitten with a pretty blue ribbon tied around its neck, but like the kind of big cat that stalked through the jungle and killed anything that didn’t run away fast enough.
He should have appeared terrifying, but Scott had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
Without any warning, Joe caught hold of Scott’s wrist and dragged him up onto his feet.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb across Scott’s lips.
They were hyper-sensitive now, and Joe’s firm touch sent pleasure bouncing through Scott’s body like a pinball through an old fashioned gaming machine.
Lights flashed and bells rang inside him.
Scott moaned, desperate to let Joe know how much he loved him for granting him the pleasure of his touch. The sound morphed into something far more high-pitched when Joe placed his other hand on Scott’s crotch.
Joe cupped Scott’s fly in his palm, warming his cock and balls as he curled his fingers around his erection through the denim.
Scott’s attempts to lift himself onto his toes only made Joe tighten his hold. His touch grew even rougher as he began to massage Scott through the fabric.
Scott grabbed Joe’s shoulders, but only to steady himself. As Joe’s muscles flexed beneath his palms, Scott had no idea why anyone would ever want to push him away.
There was no gentleness in Joe’s caress. His touch verged on painful, but somehow that only made more pleasure fly through Scott’s veins.
Joe leaned forward and put his lips to Scott’s ear. “If you’ve got any dates lined up, cross them off your calendar—even the vanilla ones.”
He didn’t stop rubbing Scott’s cock for a second. It made it damn near impossible for Scott to think.
“W-what?” he mumbled.
“I don’t want you to screw, or date, anyone else until I’m finished with you—not even for casual one-offs. No other guys. And no women either,” he added. “If you swing both ways.”
Scott desperately tried to keep back a pleasure-filled moan. As harsh as it was, Joe’s touch was setting off rapid bursts of fireworks inside him—the kind that no gentle caress had ever put a match to. “Ok-k-kay,” he managed to stutter out.
“Good boy.”
A shiver ran down Scott’s spine as those words hit the air.
From anyone else, they might have seemed like little more than punctuation, just a response to getting their own way.
From Joe, they sounded more like a promise that everything really would be okay—that Joe would make everything perfect for a man who proved capable of being a good boy for him.
“You’re mine now, and no one else lays a hand on my sub without my permission,” Joe went on.
The breath caught in Scott’s throat. Every picture he’d ever seen on the internet rushed to the front of his mind. Subs in bondage. Subs wearing collars bearing their owner’s name. Subs walking at their master’s heal on a thick leather lead. Belonging to Joe, being his…
Unable to speak, Scott simply nodded. Yes. Yes, to it all.