Drawing him to his feet, I ask, “How would you be most comfortable doing this?”
Dane chuffs. “Comfortable?” His soft headshake is not a refusal to perform but an indication of the difficulty he’s having as he faces the task.
“Okay, then let go of comfort. This is you living up to the bargain you made. It’s the honorable thing to do, and you have no choice in the matter.”
He nods grimly.
“Dane, you haven’t forgotten the reason behind the deal?”
Of course not. He forgets nothing.
“Then you’ll recall you are doing this purely for my pleasure. Your orgasm is my gift.”
His shoulders drop visibly as he lets out a deep sigh and reaches for his fly. Our eyes are locked together as he opens each button, and when the first hint of white peeks through, I can no longer resist looking. Andrew fucking Christian.
Andrew fucking Christian fucking bikini briefs!
His pouch is full; my cup runneth over.
Marcus, old fellow, you are losing your edge—a disturbing revelation I’ll have to deal with outside the dungeon.
As the jeans descend, Dane’s thighs appear—inch by deliciously carved inch. A dancer’s legs. I can’t be bothered to even pretend to look away; it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself. Despite his apprehension, Dane’s eyes twinkle when he sees my response.
“You’re pleased, Sir?”
“I’m getting there.” And so is my cock, a secret to neither of us. “You probably don’t want to tease me right now, boy.”
Tucking his thumbs into the elastic band, Dane peels away the scant fabric, revealing a well-groomed patch of pubic hair and a smooth set of balls nestled snugly under a nicely proportioned, cut cock. He seems to have trouble raising his eyes once he kicks away his briefs.
He takes his cock in hand and starts the party, but his touch has the reverse effect. Rolling his wrist and gripping tighter, Dane watches with mounting anxiety as his body fails him.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m trying.”
He lifts his eyes, and I smile. “Relax.” I watch his astonished gaze drift to my hand as I lift my own half-awakened cock and begin a patient stroke. I don’t allow my focus to waver from his face as he starts again though it’s not easy to deny myself the view.
Not about you, big guy.
Truth be told, the gratitude in his eyes is a far greater reward.
Dane’s breathing picks up as pure biology takes over. I can’t see his cock, but I see it in his face—the mounting tension, the sweet anticipation, the pleasure of each glide of his hand. My own need is rising but manageable. I won’t come before the boy again; I fear he’ll never be motivated to finish if I do.
There’s a ripple across his forehead and a clench of the jaw. He’s hit a plateau. Out of long, cruelly-ingrained habit, his body is rejecting the pleasurable sensations. The shoulders tense, the tendons in his neck strain for control. My boy needs help.
I step forward, still palming my cock but careful not to touch his. I don’t want him spooked, just distracted. Right now, he's a squirrel trapped in the middle of the street with a car barreling around the corner. Advance? Stay? Retreat? The tiny hairs on my neck bristle as his quick breaths wash over me.
In my most soothing voice, I ask him yet again, “Dane, do you remember your safe word?”
He seems confused by my question at this juncture, but ever-obedient, he answers, “Yes, Sir.”
I nod, then lean in closer and press my lips against his. I let him take a breath, give him time to think about his safe word, then cover his mouth again. This time, I don’t plan to pull away. He opens and responds, but I’m in control of this kiss. It’s my tongue that slides into his mouth, my lips that regrip after gasped breaths, my rhythm that dictates our dance—a rhythm I match to the pump and whirl of my hand.
My taste still lingers on his tongue, but it’s Dane I seek to discover within our joined mouths. Who are you? What do you care about? What’s in your heart? Will you let me draw you out? Can I take away your pain? Can I bring you joy?
At last, I allow myself the pleasure of cradling the back of his head, burying my fingers in the soft layers of hair. Dane responds with a moan; encouraged, I grasp him more firmly against my mouth.
Breathless, Dane breaks our kiss, resting his forehead against mine while he sucks in some air. I’ve got him right back on the ledge—on the verge of his last safe word—and I pray he won’t use it again. His pumping picks up speed and intensity. I jerk myself faster.
Teeth clenched, he enters battle again, the poor son of a bitch. “Let it go, Dane. Spray us both with your cum.”
He groans and tugs harder, a terrible sight to witness, and I fear I’m making his frustration worse. I can’t let him fail again. It’s premature, but I have to chance it.
“Dane, come for me. Come for your new master!”
As if I’ve cracked the boy open and snipped the proper wires, all the fight drains out of him. The fierce combative edge makes way for devotion, and his softened chocolate brown eyes burrow deep into mine. I welcome him inside my soul.
“Yes . . . MASTER! Ahhhhhhh!” Dane’s head snaps back, and his eyes pinch shut as his whole body quakes with his release. I pump myself furiously at the sight of his gaping mouth, having now claimed it with both my lips and my cock, as all the noises of his orgasm spew forth. His hot, thick spunk hits my belly.
This second orgasm of mine takes its time, snaking its way through my body, hiding and eluding me. My cock knows its master—my hand always wins—but it’s almost painful coaxing this one out.
“May I suck you off, Master?” Dane asks, but I have a better use for those lips.
“Kiss me, Dane.”
He’s punch-drunk as he presses his lips to mine, but the boy knows how to kiss. He’s sexy and confident, a man who knows he is exactly where he belongs. I’m so focused on our kiss, I don’t even notice at first that we’re rocking together. He’s grinding his hips against me, closing the distance between our bodies, leading this dance of flesh gnashing against cum-slicked flesh.
Dane’s tongue presses and slides; his soft grunting noises are pitch perfect with my desperation, and I pull away from his mouth as I reach the brink. Dane lifts his arms to the sides and offers himself as my canvas without saying a word. I pump myself furiously, painting him with violent streams of cum he receives as if I were gifting him with the finest jewels. Dane’s proud grin matches my own, I’m sure.
“For the record, I’m pleased now.” I’m far, far beyond pleased.
In the aftermath of this huge milestone, I take a chance and reach for his shoulder, giving it a squeeze when he doesn’t flinch. “I’m so proud of you, Dane. This was a big moment for you. How do you feel?”
“Like I could leap from one end of this room to the other. I’m not sure I’d ever touch the floor again.”
I have just received the holy grail of dom performance reviews. I’m floating right along with him.
“That’s perfect, Dane.”
I need to wrap up our session—god knows my cock is through here—but I find myself reluctant to let him go. The mooning dom, that’s what they’ll call you.
“I especially enjoyed kissing you today. Thank you for tolerating the contact.”
Dane chuckles. “It wasn’t too hard to tolerate.”
His easygoing tone tells me everything I need to know. “Good,” I reply, “because I love kissing you. You can expect a lot more of that in our future.”
“I look forward to it, S—Master.” His delight is a dancing light that shines in his eyes and bright smile.
“It’s Master from now on—assuming you agree to put yourself into my hands.”
“Any time, Master.”
“Understood and thank you, Master. And I should continue to write you every morning?”
“Do you find it burdensome?”
“Not at all, Master. It almost feels as if . . .” I can feel my whole body leaning toward the words. “I can roll over in bed and talk to you first thing before I start my day.”
Fuck me. "Now, I think I'll enjoy those little messages a whole lot more."
Enough with the true almost-confessions. I grab a towel from the chest against the wall. After mopping up my stomach, I toss the towel to him. “You’re more than welcome to use the shower.”
“No, Dane. Thank you.”
Seems Dane has himself a MASTER! *throws confetti* And he DID it! *paints the blog with hot ribbons of thick cum* Ah...so much to celebrate! See you soon? XO