8. After
AFTER
The dinner guests were staying overnight. It wouldn’t make sense to do the two-hour drive back to the city, so the esteemed Sir Oswald Sandoval generously offered three of his many bedrooms to his most important invitees.
Tino didn’t understand his husband’s politics. Not that he didn’t have the brain for it; he simply didn’t care. His priorities lay elsewhere.
He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror.
His legs were blurred in the steamed-up lower part, but the nicest bits were on display.
Transparent lace shorts barely obscured his cock and balls, while the little nightie cupped his pecs, his nipples sticking out lewdly.
He turned, checking how his round ass cheeks peeked out.
Beautiful. The baby-blue lace and satin complimented his creamy skin to perfection and enhanced the blue in his eyes.
He’d chosen the lingerie a few weeks ago, but he’d been saving it.
Tonight, after enduring dinner with all those powerful alphas, watching his husband control them, he was excessively horny.
He cast a short sheer robe over his shoulders and exited the bathroom. Time for the grand reveal.
Oswald was sitting in an armchair, his white shirt open over his strong chest. He was reading a book, a glass of whiskey in his other hand. He didn’t lift his eyes.
Tino paused in front of his husband, the robe slipping to his elbows. His pink nipples peeked out, outlined in the nightie.
“Oswald, darling?” he said, biting his lip.
Oswald took a sip of his drink and slowly dragged his gaze up and down Tino’s body with a smirk.
“Yes, you’re very pretty, my little demon. But you know that.”
Tino suppressed a smile. He let the robe slide down his arms and cast it over the other armchair. Then he teased his left nipple with his fingers. He was hard already, his cock tenting the lace shorts, and his ass, perpetually wet when he was in his husband’s presence, felt empty.
“Will you make love to me?” he asked.
“You were very naughty tonight, my beautiful boy,” Oswald said in a bored tone.
Putting a hand over his chest, Tino gasped. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I did, it wasn’t intentional.”
“Wasn’t it? Hmm.” Oswald closed the book and set it aside on the drink table.
He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Tonight, I entertained three of the most powerful men in this country. We had important things to talk about. Instead, they were all looking at you, distracted. You smiled at them, batted your eyelashes, and puckered your lips, looking so very innocent, my blue-eyed, golden-haired angel.” He paused and drank the whiskey, his eyes on Tino’s exposed chest. “You flirted with them.”
Tino fell to his knees. With one hand on his nipple, rolling it in his fingers, he palmed his cock with the other, the lace teasing his skin. “I didn’t, I swear. I didn’t even know they were looking at me because I only have eyes for you.”
“Don’t touch your cock,” Oswald said. “Pinch your nipples.”
Moaning softly, kneeling in front of his alpha, Tino took his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Milk your tits.”
He squeezed and pulled and squeezed. It made his skin tingle all over.
“You were acting like a slut, my dear husband. What will they think of me, hmm? I married a young virgin, the most beautiful omega in the country, and he’s a common slut.”
Tino moaned, milking his chest vigorously. His husband’s voice covered him like warm velvet.
“You’re lucky. They were so enchanted with you that they didn’t even notice what a filthy horny demon you are under your guileless facade.”
His nipples hurt, but he didn’t stop kneading his pecs and pulling on them.
“I want to please you, Alpha. Will you punish me?”
“Open your mouth, slut.”
Shivering with excitement, Tino parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.
Oswald made him wait. He finished his whiskey, put the glass on the table, and slowly stood. He opened his pants, revealing his cock.
The thickest, loveliest, most delectable big alpha cock.
Tino adored that cock more than anything in the world. It was his grand prize, his precious treasure. It ruled over him.
He didn’t even realize he was leaning forward in his effort to get to it as soon as possible.
Oswald grabbed his hair and pulled, angling Tino’s head back.
It’s coming. Soon.
Tino groaned with relief when the thick head rubbed his tongue and slid into his mouth.
“You’re stunning in your nightie, omega. I married well, didn’t I? My young husband is the horniest boy. Choke on my cock, slut.”
He thrust into Tino’s throat, shuttling his humongous cock in and out of the boy’s stretched mouth. Tino’s eyes filled with tears. He was just happy. He pulled on his nipples, his cock throbbed, and his ass leaked a steady stream of slick, wetting his shorts.
Gagging and choking, he took Oswald’s mighty dick as deep as he could.
“You won’t come. I won’t fuck your ass tonight. You’ll remain wet and aching, like the horny slut you are.”
Tino’s empty insides squeezed, more slick oozing out.
“You’ve been so naughty in front of my guests. Such a fucking tease. You’ll sleep on the dog bed.”
He felt the pleasure rise in Oswald. His alpha let out a grunt and shoved his dick even deeper into Tino’s sore throat. Creamy cum poured into his stomach in spurts, and his eyes rolled back into his head.
That’s better.
When Oswald retreated a little, Tino sucked and licked eagerly, cleaning the beloved cock the best he could. Then he showered it with open-mouthed kisses and rubbed his face against it as it slowly softened.
Even soft, it hung heavy and huge, the balls still round and full.
“I love your cock so much, Oswald,” he murmured. He was so aroused and aching that he was shivering.
But he deserved his punishment. He’d take it and be grateful.
“It loves you right back,” Oswald said.
Tino smiled and kissed along the base as Oswald petted his hair.
“Now, go lie down.”
Tino nodded and crawled on all fours to the foot of the large four-poster bed. There on the floor lay a round fluffy dog bed. They didn’t have a dog.
“Be quiet. I want to read.”
Oswald climbed onto the mattress. The remote-controlled lights in the bedroom dimmed, aside from the lamp on the nightstand.
Curling onto his side, Tino lay on the dog bed and closed his eyes.
His shorts were wet, and he could smell his own desire.
The scent was potent, even more so than usual, and he knew his husband would be affected by it.
Quietly and slowly, so no rustling sound would reach his husband’s ears, he sneaked a hand into the back of his shorts.
He bit his tongue, suppressing a moan. His ass was so wet.
Warm and welcoming. He pushed one finger inside his warmth and buried his face in the fluffy cushion.
Slowly and carefully, he began moving his thin little finger in and out.
“Tino!”
He froze. “Yes, my dearest?” he asked.
“Pull that finger out of your ass. Don’t touch yourself or you won’t come tomorrow either.”
His husband couldn’t see him over the edge of the high mattress, but he knew Tino. Sometimes, Tino believed Oswald could read his mind from across the room. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Oswald merely hummed in agreement. A whispering sound of a page turning followed.
Tino lay still, knowing he wouldn’t sleep. Desire swirled through him, merciless and all-consuming. He focused on the aftertaste of cum on the back of his tongue, reminding himself he had his husband’s seed in his belly. He’d made his alpha come. The knowledge soothed him, somewhat.
Minutes went by, and Tino didn’t move. Maybe if he were a good boy, Oswald might fuck him after all. Or maybe…
Maybe Oswald had something else in mind.
Tino would wait. His husband wouldn’t torment him for nothing.
He pushed with his ass, letting more slick pour out. His ass cheeks felt cold where his shorts were getting increasingly wetter. The scent of a horny hole slowly filled the entire bedroom.
“Tino, get up.”
His pulse surged, and he jumped up, standing by the bed like a little soldier.
“Yes, my dear?”
Oswald lay on his back, legs crossed, head supported by a mound of pillows, his book open on his chest. He didn’t look up from it.
“I almost forgot. You must go to the downstairs living room and refill the decanters. If my guests can’t sleep tonight, I want them to be able to have a drink of their choice.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Tino’s heart thrashed wildly, excitement bubbling in his veins.
“Yes, my dear. I will do it right away.”
Slowly, he walked over to the armchair and reached for his robe.
“Leave it. You can go as you are.” Oswald’s tone was cold and resolute.
“My nipples are showing, and my panties are wet,” Tino murmured softly.
Oswald hummed thoughtfully. “Yes. Your hole reeks all over the place.”
“Should I wash myself?”
“I said go as you are. Now,” he said and turned a page in his book.
“Yes, my dear.”
“And be quiet. You wouldn’t want to disturb our guests, would you?”
“No. I’ll be careful.”
“Good.”
Barefoot, wearing only the baby-blue erotic lingerie, Tino padded through the long hall and down the grand staircase. The scent of fresh slick and young, eager flesh drifted with him.
He entered the dark living room and lit the lamp by the bar.
He left the gaudy chandeliers off, but they glittered in the weak yellow light of the single lamp.
The room stood still, looking even larger when it was empty and quiet.
The leather sofas and low chairs were in slight disorder after the dinner party.
The alphas had had their drinks in here, and a few dirty glasses still sat on the tables.
The staff would come and clean the room early in the morning.