Part 15 Dear Sir #4
Scott pulled his clothes on as fast as humanly possible. They were warm, but still damp and not at all comfortable. Now, he was getting cum-stains on them too, but Scott doubted he’d be wearing them for long anyway. His clothes always had a way of disappearing whenever he entered Joe’s flat.
A quick check around the room to make sure they hadn’t left any evidence of their activities; a call to the security guard to tell him he’d be leaving earlier than usual, and Scott was ready to go.
Within a few minutes, Joe had kitted Scott out for the ride and they were on his bike, whizzing their way to Joe’s place.
Scott wrapped his arms tightly around Joe’s body and closed his eyes, relishing both the closeness and the vibrations being Joe’s pillion passenger provided.
The journey rushed past in what felt like moments.
Almost before he was ready for it, Scott found himself standing just inside Joe’s flat. Just as he’d mentally predicted, Joe’s order arrived barely a moment after he’d clicked the flat’s front door closed behind them.
“Strip.”
Scott did as he was told. The rain might have stopped when they were busy in his office, but his skin was damp from the wet clothes and his hair had yet to dry out properly.
The cold was starting to sink into his bones.
Without a word, Joe disappeared deeper into the flat.
He issued no command for Scott to join him.
Unsure what else to do, Scott remained by the front door. A shiver ran down his spine. He shuffled his feet as subtly as possible, in an attempt to make himself warmer.
“Here.” Joe appeared, bearing a large navy-blue towel and wrapped it around Scott’s shoulders.
It was warm and fluffy. It felt marvellous against Scott’s chilled frame.
A few minutes later, a much drier Scott found himself bundled into Joe’s bed.
The even more marvellous heat of Joe’s naked body replaced the warmth of the towel.
Scott was in something close to nirvana as he gloried in Joe’s embrace. Minutes slipped past. Scott felt his eyes drift closed, but he quickly re-opened them.
Joe chuckled behind him, sending tremors of pleasure through Scott’s whole body. “Get some sleep.”
Scott shook his head. “I’m f-fine, sir. I—”
Joe clamped his hand over Scott’s mouth. “Do as you’re told. Get some sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
Scott nodded against Joe’s shoulder.
Joe took his hand away, but he didn’t let even a breath of air creep between their bodies. Unless Scott was very much mistaken, Joe was trying to fuss over him, in his own leathery kind of way. Scott smiled as he closed his eyes. Leathery was good; knowing Joe cared about him was amazing.
* * * * *
Joe was gone.
Scott gasped as he jerked completely awake and sat up in the middle of the bed. He looked in every direction, but there was no way to avoid the fact that Joe was gone. Panic fountained up inside Scott. When he’d fallen asleep, Joe was there and now—
And now, Joe was coming out of the bathroom. He was nude, his hair was sleep ruffled, his chin coated in stubble, and he was as gorgeous as ever.
Joe rubbed his face and yawned. He blinked as their eyes met, any trace of sleepiness vanishing from him. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Scott cleared his throat, aware that Joe had sensed his panic, but not sure what to say to excuse it. “Would you l-l-like a blowjob, sir?”
Joe frowned.
Scott mentally cursed, but he couldn’t think of anything more distracting to say.
“Did you think I’d left while you were asleep?” Joe said, making his way across the room.
Scott fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “Um, m-maybe, just for a m-m-moment, sir.”
Joe sat next to Scott on the bed. “One.” He pointed to the index finger of his right hand.
“I don’t walk out on guys when they’re asleep.
I may have been a bastard to a lot of men, but I’ve never been a coward.
” He moved onto his middle finger. “Two. I told you earlier that you mean a hell of a lot to me, that I’m serious about you.
So, I’m not going to run off; not when you’re awake, or asleep, or anything else. ”
Scott sat in silence as Joe pointed to the next finger along. “Three. This is my flat. Where the hell would I go? I’d have to come back at some point, wouldn’t I?”
Scott felt the blood drain from his face. He’d screwed it all up. They’d barely been officially together a minute and he’d made a mess of it all and—
“Four.” Joe indicated his little finger. “So, about that blowjob…”
Scott frowned.
Joe grinned as he gave up counting Scott’s errors in favour of sliding his fingers through Scott’s hair and settling his hand on the back of his neck.
“I’m not going to be side-tracked out of keeping an eye on you and explaining why there’s no need for you to be scared,” Joe said. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t take you up on any offers you make whenever you’re trying to wriggle out of a lecture.”
Scott smiled. His terror drained away, leaving him light-headed with relief. “Yes, s-sir.”
Joe pulled his feet up onto the bed and made himself comfortable against the headboard. Scott didn’t need to be ordered to go down on him. He couldn’t even bring himself to wait for a more formal invitation.
“We’ll talk about how everything will work between us and what each of us should expect soon,” Joe promised, as Scott climbed over one of Joe’s legs to take his place between his knees. “You’ll feel more at ease when everything is sorted out and you know exactly where each of us stands.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
“For now, I want you to put your hands behind your back,” Joe said.
Scott obeyed, catching his left wrist within the grip of his right hand.
“Keep them there until I give you permission to move them.”
“Yes, s-sir.”
Joe rested one hand on the nape of Scott’s neck, as if to reinforce the fact that his hands were free to do as they pleased.
“Until we’re both ready for that conversation, this will be the perfect way to pass the time. I’ve missed your mouth while you were working things out.”
Scott blushed. He couldn’t have asked for a better compliment.
“Take it nice and slow,” Joe ordered.
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott’s head was already bent so low, he was effectively whispering to Joe’s cock.
“We have all the time in the world.”
It was a reassuring sentiment. Scott caught hold of it and wrapped it around him. “Th-Thank you, sir.” On the last word, he touched his lips to Joe’s shaft in an almost chaste first salute.
There was something supremely comforting about going down on Joe.
During sex, Scott inevitably became far too distracted by his own desires.
Even giving Joe a blowjob turned him on so strongly he could barely keep his thoughts in order, but at least he was able to focus a little more on doing his very best to ensure Joe enjoyed himself.
Taking the tip into his mouth, Scott slid his lips down Joe’s cock, slow and deliberate. As he reached the base, he relaxed his throat. This time, luck was on his side. His gag reflexes failed to kick in. His throat welcomed Joe and let him slide in even deeper into his body.
Pulling back very gradually, Scott let Joe’s cock slip from between his lips.
Slow.
That tiny bit of deep action was merely a promise of what would come later.
For now, Scott forced himself to change tactics and not give Joe his throat right away.
He lapped very gently at the head of Joe’s cock several times before working his way down the length with tender little licks and kisses.
Each touch of his lips to the velvety soft skin sent a wave of delight through Scott as well as Joe. Scott murmured around Joe’s balls as he took each one into his mouth in turn and laved them with his tongue.
Joe stroked the back of Scott’s neck, calmly petting him and reassuring him that he was satisfied with his actions, but Scott’s own hands remained behind his back, unable to touch either Joe or himself.
A whimper escaped the back of his throat as he prayed that Joe would be truly happy with his efforts to please him.
* * * * *
Joe stared down at the top of Scott’s head.
Scott had developed some seriously impressive oral skills over the time they’d known each other.
More than that, his talents were so obviously very specific.
He’d learnt exactly what Joe liked and how to provide it.
He didn’t waste his time giving him what he thought he should enjoy, or what some nameless, faceless ex had enjoyed.
Joe stroked his fingers through Scott’s hair.
The opportunity to please his new master seemed to have calmed Scott’s fears for the moment, but it hadn’t magicked them away.
The damn things were still there, like shadows, creeping behind them; never far off and always ready to leap out whenever a bright light shone down upon them.
Shifting positions slightly, Joe only allowed part of his mind to enjoy the wonderful sensations Scott’s mouth offered him. The other part of his psyche was put to work on finding a way to quell Scott’s fears forever.
Joe had never had a sub he expected to love for the rest of his life.
Something inside him tensed as the full weight of that responsibility came to rest upon his shoulders.
He had to get this right. He had to find something that would give Scott complete confidence in his abilities as a submissive, and in his master’s love for him.
Despite his best efforts, the part of Joe’s brain which was able to maintain any kind of rational thought process grew smaller and smaller, until ecstasy completely overtook him.
He shouted out his pleasure, more than happy for Scott to hear how much bliss he’d given him as well as for Scott to taste it as Joe spilled across his tongue.
Forcing his eyes to remain open as he came, Joe stared down at Scott.
He swallowed everything Joe had left to give him without hesitation, but he didn’t look up.
Scott was completely focused on his task.
Even when Joe relaxed back against the pillow, Scott seemed unwilling to even peek up toward him.
Scott gently suckled around Joe’s cock until he was completely soft. Pulling back then, he lapped gently against his shaft, licking away any residue that might linger there.
“There’s one envelope left in the packet,” Joe said, his voice more gruff than he intended, his vocal cords still recovering from that yell of joy and triumph.
Scott froze. A few seconds slipped past before he finally turned his attention to Joe’s face.
“We’re going to rest here for a little while. But later, you’re going to go back to your place.”
“Yes, s-sir.” Scott obviously did his best to hide his feelings of rejection, but he didn’t quite succeed.
“I’m going to send you a note through the mail,” Joe went on, determinedly. “It will take a day or two to arrive. I want you to use that time to pack everything in your room into boxes. If you need to give notice to your landlord, I want you to tell him you’re leaving. Understand?”
Scott nodded. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes were full of questions.
Joe smiled as he pushed a few stray strands of hair back off Scott’s face.
“You’ll be moving in here soon, but that’s not something you need to worry about.
When you get my letter, just do exactly as it says—exactly as it says,” he stressed, as the last of his plan came together in his mind. “I’ll take care of everything else.”
“Yes, sir.”
A tug on Scott’s hair ordered him to move up the bed and lay beside Joe. Joe wasn’t sure if it was expectation or nerves but, even after Joe gave him permission to take his hands from behind his back, it took a little while for Scott to relax properly against him.
That wasn't important, though, because tonight was just one night of many. Joe had complete confidence that everything would be much easier for Scott very soon.
Joe was now Scott’s master; making everything okay was his job, and he intended to be damn good at it, right from the start.