by Quin Perin
Turning his attention back to his kitten, he rubbed his hand over the battered flesh and cooed. Caleb wriggled that cute ass of his against Baxter’s touch and clung on to his legs. With that collar around his neck, leash dangling, and those ears bobbing on his head, Caleb was perfect. “You okay, kitten?” His fingers grazed along the cleft of Caleb’s ass as he spoke to him, prodding between his cheeks around the plug.
With his fingers tightening against Baxter’s thigh, Caleb closed his eyes and dipped his head. Sticking his ass out, he shimmied his hips. “Meow! Meow, meow. Mew!”
Baxter wasn’t quite sure what the meowing meant but from the way the boy moved, he was pretty sure he was begging for more. “Uh-uh, little kitten,” he murmured. “That’s all you’ll get. Now stand up for me.”
Caleb hissed and, with a pouty expression, pushed himself off Baxter’s thighs. His legs were trembling, and he was obviously hard, shaft flushed a deep red through the lace of his jockstrap. Hair fell into his eyes, and strands clung to his lashes. Eyes fixed on Baxter, Caleb brought one of his hands up, rubbing it over his cheek with his fingers curled faintly. “Mew.”
“What a pretty, eager kitten you are,” Baxter said, tone lilting. He grabbed the sides of Caleb’s underwear. With one harsh tug, they dropped around the boy’s thighs. He didn’t bother removing them the rest of the way. He liked the way they looked on the boy’s pale skin. White for innocence. Anyone else would have been fooled. But not Baxter.
He slipped one hand between Caleb’s thighs and hooked his fingers over the crotch of his underwear. His other hand moved to Caleb’s lower back, pulling him forward as he spread his thighs wider so the boy could be nestled between them. “Look at how hard you are,” Baxter cooed as his large hand swallowed the boy’s cock. He squeezed upward, eyes fixed on the bead of precum that leaked out of the slit. “So damn eager.”
Caleb’s hand came out, fingers curling against Baxter’s biceps to steady himself as he moved into Baxter’s touch. His eyes were half-lidded, head tilted back, and his lips parted. Those ears bobbed when his head lolled, and Baxter could see the boy’s Adam’s apple vibrate with a suppressed groan. His back arched sharply, and all Baxter wanted was to bite at those pretty pink nipples.
“Shh, kitten.”
Holding the boy close, he fanned his fingers out against Caleb’s stomach, forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock. It fit so perfectly in his hand. Slender and delicate compared to his rough, large grip. He hummed softly, using his grip to snap the boy’s erection up and down. His shaft was rigid, stiff enough to bounce straight up when Baxter let his hand fall away.
It turned Baxter on, the ridge of his own hard-on visible through the denim of his jeans, the material clinging to it. An unpleasant pressure that made him ache, but there was no relief. Not yet. He was given a pretty toy, and he was going to take his time playing with it. After all, he was an adult, and he knew how to be patient. Even if it took all the effort he could muster up.
Leaning down, all at once, Baxter parted his full lips and took that tasty little cock into his mouth. The boy clearly hadn’t been expecting that. He gasped, his hips jerking in surprise, and when Baxter looked up, his head was tilted back, and his eyes were closed. Nails bit into Baxter’s shoulder, even as Caleb’s other fingers brushed through his dark hair. Such a tentative, light touch. As if he didn’t know if he was allowed to do it. Waiting for permission perhaps? He knew some Masters gave their boys orders. Don’t touch me unless I say you can. Baxter didn’t care for all that. He wanted to be touched. He wanted his body to be worshiped. He worked so hard for it after all.
Although Baxter hadn’t given head in a while, he couldn’t help himself. If he saw a juicy fruit he wanted to pluck, he was going to have it. Taste the boy’s sweet nectar.
Both hands moved to the boy’s back to cup his ass, fingers digging into the burning cheeks. Swallowing, Baxter dipped down, and his nose brushed over the boy’s hairless stomach. Hot breath puffed out over the skin, Caleb’s cock in the back of his throat.
A quiet whine eventually made Baxter look back up.
Caleb’s head was tossed back, pale throat exposed above the delicate collar. The bell jingled quietly when he swallowed. Spots of pink blossomed on his cheeks, and his eyes were closed tight. Soft mouth parted to let out whimpers, his lower lip occasionally caught up by his teeth when Baxter rubbed his tongue flat over the tip of Caleb’s erection. Gorgeous.
Baxter moved back down, moaning around Caleb and sucking hard. He’d never tasted anyone quite as sweet as this boy before. His blunt nails dug into pale skin, and he couldn’t wait to see the long red marks he was leaving on Caleb’s ass. He experimented with his tongue, twisting it around, caressing the boy’s shaft with it. Pressing it beneath the tip. Every time he found something Caleb liked, he repeated it enough for the boy to really want it, and then he’d stop. He wanted to drive him wild. Wanted to feel that tiny body tremble beneath his touch.
All at once, Caleb tensed, his nails scratching along Baxter’s scalp. He gave a pathetic mewl, hips twitching. Baxter shot his gaze up to watch. Caleb’s mouth was opened, chest heaving, but he was holding back. Not letting himself come. His Master had trained him so well Baxter was going to have to compliment him when they were finished. A well-trained sub was beautiful. And fun.
With a pop, he pulled back from the boy’s cock, brown eyes scanning over the sight. Spit glinted along the shaft and head, the skin flushed an even darker red. More engorged. Slipping his hand between Caleb’s thighs, he palmed his balls, feeling how tight they were as he looked up at the boy. Two plums, full and ready to burst. Poor Caleb. He wasn’t going to get what he wanted. Not yet. “Oh. Sorry, kitten.” His tone was a lilting song as he leaned back on the couch, making sure his touch lingered on his flesh as long as possible. “I’m not ready for you to come just yet.”
Caleb’s hands fell away from him, and Baxter tossed both arms over the back of the couch and smirked. From Caleb’s head down to his feet, he took in every little detail of that petite body before him. A delectable treat. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Be a good kitten and let me see that pretty tail.”
Without a thought, Caleb twisted around, moving on the balls of his feet like a ballet dancer while the end of the leash clattered across the floor. The movement was surprisingly graceful, considering what he had seen of the boy in class—always falling on his ass somehow—but Baxter was quickly coming to realize that while sports might not have been Caleb’s strong suit, he had other skills. Skills far more pleasing than knowing how to throw a ball particularly well.
Caleb’s ass was still covered in red, crescent moons marking where Baxter had dug his nails in. He curled his back into an arc, sticking his ass out a bit with the tail falling between his legs. He wiggled his hips, making it sway. Baxter’s lips almost twitched into a smile. He was certain the boy knew how cute he was and that he was playing it up on purpose. Baxter liked it. The way he moved his hips and made that toy flutter around, making it flick almost like an actual cat tail.
Keeping his eyes fixed on Caleb, Baxter dropped his arms from the back of the couch and started to undo his pants. He didn’t want to get undressed just yet, but he needed some relief, or else his erection would burst right through the material. He unbuttoned and unzipped before reaching in and freeing his cock with a sigh of relief. It was heavy in his hand, stiff. He was larger than normal. Cock long and thick. Too much for some to take. Almost too much for even the best cockslut. Dark brown foreskin sheathed his shaft, so tight it was almost rolled all the way down with how hard he was, laced through with bulging veins. The shining, lighter brown head was exposed, flaring out and textured.
Stroking himself slowly, Baxter tilted his head to the side and looked between his cock and Caleb with interest. Caleb was tiny enough that his cock was thicker than the boy’s wrist. It would take some effort for the boy to take it. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to, but God, he was eager
to try.
“Since you’ve been such a good kitten, you can turn around and see your treat,” Baxter murmured. His foreskin slid over his girthy member as he waited for Caleb’s reaction. Steady, even strokes.
Back up on his toes, Caleb spun around, the tail wrapping around his calves with how fast he moved. Those blue eyes widened the moment Caleb caught sight of Baxter’s cock. His mouth was slightly agape, and his fingers twisted together in front of him. “Oooh,” he breathed out.
Baxter smirked at that. Caleb had been so good about staying in character, but he’d made him break it. There was a definite swell of pride at that. He let his fingers drop away from his cock, and the meaty rod fell with a surprisingly solid thump against his stomach. It smeared precum over his exposed skin when tilting to the side. “Too much for you to handle?” he asked.
Caleb shook his head instantly, golden hair grazing his cheeks. He shifted in his spot, flexing his fingers absently like he was kneading something. His eyes still wide, fixed on Baxter’s cock. He wouldn’t even meet his eyes. It was like Caleb was hypnotized. Completely under Baxter’s control. The boy moved forward under a trance, dropping to his knees in front of Baxter and reaching his hand out toward him.
Wagging one of his fingers as though scolding the boy, Baxter caught Caleb’s attention and directed him to look up. “Uh-uh. Not so fast, kitten.” He smirked, reaching out and placing his hand on the top of Caleb’s head, between the ears.
As his focus broadened, Baxter noticed the small crowd they’d attracted; it made him laugh softly. Caleb absorbed him so much he’d almost forgotten they were in the middle of a club and not in his living room. He felt like a king, seated on a large couch with an eager servant ready to be used and abused by him while an adoring audience waited to watch. “Show me how much you want it,” he ordered.
Caleb moved even closer, blue eyes never drifting away from Baxter’s cock. Small hands moved to Baxter’s thighs, nails digging into the jeans. Finally tearing his gaze away, he looked up at Baxter. Oh. The boy was good. His lower lip trembled, blue orbs large and sweet as he gazed at him. He pawed at Baxter’s thighs, letting out a quiet, whining sound. Squirming, Caleb leaned forward and brushed his nose over Baxter’s crotch, where his balls were trapped. “Mew.”
Baxter reached out, running his thick fingers through Caleb’s soft hair. He brushed it back from his face, dark brown eyes boring into the boy’s. “Oh? Do you want it that badly?” he asked with a touch of innocence in his tone, fingers sliding down. He brushed his thumb over Caleb’s lower lip, pressing it into his mouth.
Caleb nodded, suckling gently and brushing his tongue over the pad of Baxter’s thumb. Fuck. So fucking sweet despite being on his knees in a sex club, begging for cock. Baxter couldn’t resist.
Pulling his hand away from Caleb’s cheek, he gave a nod and rested his hands beside him on the couch. He wasn’t planning on helping him; he wanted Caleb to do all the work himself. “You have my permission. Now be a good little kitten and do a good job at sucking Daddy’s dick.”
Caleb ran his tongue over his lower lip and then wrapped both of his hands around Baxter’s shaft. As he’d thought, the boy’s fingers didn’t quite make it all the way around, so Caleb tangled his fingers together to encase him completely. He’d also been right about the fact that his cock was bigger around than the boy’s slender wrist. It was going to be interesting to see how Caleb would handle his size. Baxter’s eyelids lowered to half mast, head tilting back as he watched his toy for the evening.
The boy’s hands were soft compared to Baxter’s calloused, well-worked ones. His cool palms felt like silk against the swollen, heated flesh. Caleb rose up a bit more on his knees as he pulled the large hard-on toward him. His touches were gentle, curious. Both hands stroking the shaft, squeezing and angling so that blue eyes could get a good view. Examining Baxter as if he was going to get tested on it later. A quiet sigh left Caleb’, fingers tightening as he pressed his lips to the head.
Precum smeared across Caleb’s mouth, glossing them. Baxter wasn’t even sure he would fit in Caleb’s mouth, but he wanted to see him try. Pink lips parted, and that curious tongue came out and flicked over the head of his cock. Once like he was tasting him. But then again and again. Lapping across Baxter’s tip and then down the side. All around the shaft. Drinking him up like he was a bowl of milk. Baxter clearly enjoyed it, judging by the surge of precum that beaded at the tip of his cock.
Caleb teased just long enough to frustrate Baxter, and when Baxter was about to yank at the boy’s hair, Caleb suddenly dove forward. He attempted to take Baxter into his mouth, and it looked as if he was trying to unhinge his jaw so he could swallow him whole.
“There you go, kitten,” Baxter cooed, tone reassuring. His fingers fanned through the boy’s soft hair. It was going to be hard for him to take, so Baxter would wait until he adjusted to his girth.
Petite little Caleb looked like an angel, defiling himself in the hope of pure pleasure. Blond hair fell into those vivid eyes, and his skin was such a pale white it was almost ethereal, blue veins faintly visible on his forearms. Such a stark contrast to Baxter’s dark skin. The boy kept his fingers laced around the thick base of his shaft, forcing himself down farther. Lips were shining. They were stretched so thin around his girth, and the boy was just at the halfway point of his cock. If his mouth was that tight, Baxter could only imagine what his ass would be like.
Drool trickled from Caleb’s straining lips; Baxter watched the droplets glisten like beads of diamonds against his shaft. “That’s good,” he murmured, brushing those soft, blond strands out of his face so he could see him better. “Such a good little kitten for me, hm?”
Ruddy red stained Caleb’s cheeks, and there were tears glittering on his long lashes as he turned his eyes toward Baxter. He knew Caleb’s jaw had to ache already, forcing something so big so far into his mouth, but the boy didn’t seem to care.
Caleb kept pressing forward until that flared fleshy tip hit the back of his throat and made him gag. He felt Caleb’s body desperately trying to suck him back, making his throat pulse around the intrusion, clenching, fighting. When the boy’s breath was thoroughly stolen, Caleb finally pulled back. With his lips against the head of Baxter’s erection, he panted and sucked in a shaky breath. “You’re doing so good,” Baxter praised him, cupping his cheek and using his thumb to wipe away a trailing tear.
The boy just purred at the touch, taking a deep breath before moving back down and swallowing around his cock once more. Caleb might have looked like a good boy, but damn if he wasn’t a determined slut. He swooped down, taking Baxter to the back of his throat again. He whimpered, the sound vibrating along Baxter’s shaft, making his balls tighten. His dark eyes stayed fixed on Caleb, glazed over with arousal.
Everyone else in the room faded away once more. Caleb absorbed all his attention; no one else mattered. The boy was getting into it now. Fingers, covered with spit, stroked up and down as Caleb suckled, lavishing his tongue over what he could fit in his mouth.
Strong thighs spread even more, jeans straining tight over them. Both of Caleb’s hands worked over his shaft, thin arms tensing and body rocking with the effort he put into pleasing his Daddy. It was almost too much.
A tight grip on the boy’s hair allowed him to still Caleb. With large hands twisting in golden hair, Baxter hauled the boy off his cock, hissing as the cool air hit his damp, heated flesh.
Caleb whined, squirming against his grip and trying to take Baxter back into his mouth. “Damn, boy,” Baxter rumbled, laughing. “You’re fucking hungry for it, aren’t you?”
Caleb nodded, turning his eyes upward. “Meow!” His voice was hoarse, raspy from the abuse he was putting his throat through.
Baxter’s lips curved into a smirk, dark eyes meeting that desperate gaze. “Okay, boy. Brace yourself, then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”
The boy let out a puff of air, and his hands scrambled across his thighs as he nodded
. “Meow, meow, meow!” So goddamn excited; it was cute to watch.
Baxter’s hands came down, cupping the sides of Caleb’s head. He guided the boy back onto his cock. Soft lips parted willingly, allowing the slick tip to slip into that sweet, wet heat again. Baxter grunted, rocking his hips upward, even as he forced Caleb down. The boy attempted to wrap his fingers around Baxter’s muscular thighs, nails dragging fruitlessly over his jeans.
“Such a good boy,” Baxter muttered, voice catching in his throat.
He wasn’t gentle. Strands of that bright hair were yanked hard when Baxter started to pull him along his shaft, careful not to rip at the ears in Caleb’s hair. The head of his cock pressed past the boy’s throat, making him choke. Caleb struggled for air, face flushed red, cheeks wet with tears. It wasn’t a pretty blow job, but Baxter sure as hell loved ruining Caleb.
Desperate whines, pathetic whimpers, and mewls were all muffled around his cock. Droplets of sweat beaded Baxter's brow, body too hot inside his clothes. His balls felt heavy and so tight. He ached for release but didn’t want to come just yet. This was something that had to be a one-time thing. Even though Caleb wasn’t in his class anymore, and even though he was legal, they couldn’t get around the fact that he was still a student at the school Baxter taught at. It was too dangerous for both of them to repeat anything like this.
But it was so good.
Fingers flexed in Caleb’s hair, and Baxter forced the boy down hard. He hit resistance and kept pushing, hand sliding around to the back of the boy’s head. Holding him in place, Baxter’s muscles started to burn, so he thrust off the couch. Caleb gagged and struggled to breathe, saliva dripping and pooling at the base of his shaft.
And there it was, that spiking tension in his gut that suddenly burst forward. All at once, he shot his load directly down Caleb’s throat, loving the wet desperate sounds that escaped as Caleb tried to swallow everything Baxter offered. He failed.