“Push against me,” Marcus commanded.
Tyler did, gasping as the butt plug smoothly slid home.
Marcus wasn’t finished. He lightly slapped Tyler’s ass a few times, alternating between swats and gentle, sensual strokes Tyler thought would finish him off.
“Stand up.”
On shaky legs, Tyler did.
Marcus grinned. “How’s that feel?”
Speech momentarily eluded Tyler. “Full.”
Marcus laughed as he stood and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands. “As well it should. I’m not fucking you tonight. I want to make sure when I claim that sweet ass that you’re good and ready for me.” Tyler stood there in a daze, not sure what he was supposed to do, still trying to cope with the alien sensation. A cross between uncomfortable and amazing.
Marcus returned with a towel and tossed it to Tyler. “Let’s eat.” He headed for the table.
Tyler wasn’t sure what he meant. Marcus anticipated this. “Leave the butt plug in. Sit on the towel. And don’t put your clothes on because I want to look at your body while we eat.” His eyes hardened. “Or is that a problem?”
Tyler shook his head and forced his feet forward. “No, Sir. That’s not a problem.”
Tyler thought he might kill for the pleased smile Marcus flashed him. “Very good, boy. I knew you were a quick study. You and I will have a lot of fun together over the next couple of months.”
* * * *
Tyler wasn’t sure how he kept up his end of the conversation. He spent dinner in a daze. Every time he shifted position, the plug in his ass—not even a large one, Marcus assured him—reminded him of things to come. When they finished dinner, Marcus sat back and smiled.
“Excellent meal, boy. Well done. Go ahead and wash the dishes so you don’t have to deal with them later.”
Tyler numbly nodded and followed orders.
Marcus studied him appreciatively. “I love watching a naked boy washing dishes.” He laughed. “The only thing better would be a collar around your neck with my name on it.”
Tyler spent the entire dinner hard. Marcus’ words made his cock throb again. Tyler held on to the sink and took a few deep breaths to remain in control.
How had he reached this point? He’d just met this man, and yet, in only two days, it felt like he was exactly where he should be.
Owned.
Wanted.
When Tyler finished the dishes he turned to Marcus. The older man sat with his arms folded over his chest, one leg casually crossed over the other.
“What should I do with you now, boy?” he idly wondered. He stood and crossed the kitchen as Tyler watched him. He ran a hand through Tyler’s hair. “You were really good last night, but I bet you’ve never had a man show you how to properly worship a cock, have you?”
Heat filled Tyler’s face. He shook his head. “No, Sir.”
“How many men have you sucked?”
He felt his face grow even redder. “Including you, four.”
“How many times have you been sucked off?”
“By men or women?”
Marcus laughed. “That’s right, you like girls, too, don’t you? Never mind.” His grip on Tyler’s hair tensed, commanding. “On your knees. Lesson one, right now.”
Tyler’s knees unhinged as he dropped to the kitchen floor in front of Marcus. He stared at the man’s bulge, which strained against his slacks.
“Take it out, but don’t put it in your mouth yet.”
With trembling fingers, Tyler unhooked Marcus’ belt and unfastened his slacks. His cock proudly stood out, darkly engorged.
His mouth watered as he stared at it.
Marcus’ hand didn’t leave Tyler’s hair. “You don’t attack a cock like a starving man, even if you are one,” he coached, amused. “You respectfully seduce it, no matter how ready it is. Kiss it.”
Tyler leaned forward and pressed his lips to the mushroomed head. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharp, musky passion and a hint of soap.
“Eyes open, boy.”
Tyler complied.
“Use your tongue. Gently explore the tip. Take your time. Tease it.”
It took every ounce of Tyler’s self-control not to suck the member deep into his mouth. A clear drop of pre-come formed at the slit. Tyler moaned as he tasted it and rolled it down his tongue.
Marcus didn’t release his hair. “Think about what you enjoy feeling on your cock. Run your tongue and lips around the ridge.”
Tyler gripped the back of the other man’s thighs to keep himself upright. He slowly engulfed the head in his mouth, the warm, silky smooth texture against his lips and tongue forming the entirety of his being. Another hint of salty tang, and he flicked the slit with his tongue.
Marcus let out a low hiss. “Very good, boy. Sit back.”
Reluctantly, Tyler did. He looked up at Marcus.
“Let’s move to your bedroom.” He offered his hand to Tyler, helped him stand, and led the way without bothering to fasten his slacks. On the way, Marcus grabbed the bottle of lube from the couch. In the bedroom he stood beside the bed, kicked off his shoes, and pointed at the floor in front of him. “There.”
Tyler dropped to his knees.
“Head bowed.”
Tyler complied.
Marcus’ slacks hit the floor in a puddle of fabric, followed by his shirt. “I like my boys to ask for what they want. What do you want?”
Without thinking, the answer slipped past Tyler’s lips. “I want to suck your cock, Sir.”
“Excellent answer, boy. Look at me.”
Tyler did. Marcus towered over him, smooth, tanned flesh, heavy sac tense behind his rigid cock.
“You did very good last night, especially for your first time with me. However, I expect more out of you. I know you’re capable of it. I want to feel your lips all the way down to my balls when I come, boy. Open.”
Tyler felt the slight sting of disapproval, coated in a thin layer of shame, and suddenly felt overwhelmed by his desire to prove to this man that he could do it. He opened his mouth.
Marcus stepped forward, cupping the back of Tyler’s head with both hands. “Slowly. Get used to it.” He pressed forward, gradually fucking Tyler’s mouth, plunging a little deeper with each stroke. Tyler thought he was doing a good job until the head hit the back of his tongue and he couldn’t control his gag reflex.
“That’s okay. Relax.” Marcus withdrew a little, not all the way, enough to let Tyler get used to the sensation, then tried again. “Relax. Swallow, boy. Feel it, don’t think it.”
Tyler did a little better. Within a few minutes he could take him almost all the way to the base without gagging.
It was enough to make him temporarily forget about the butt plug in his ass.
When Marcus withdrew his cock, Tyler moaned. “Go get some towels, boy. Now.”
Tyler jumped to his feet to comply. When he returned, Marcus had pulled the covers down and off the bed. He took the towels and laid them out, then sat on the edge and patted his lap. “Right here, boy. I want to play with that sweet ass some more.”
Despite the heat in his face, Tyler scrambled to comply. He closed his eyes and waited while Marcus stroked his back. “I’ve heard British schools like to cane students. Did you ever feel it?”
“No, Sir. I managed to miss that.”
“Never buggered by an upperclassman, hmm?”
“No, Sir.”
The sting and loud crack of a swat, followed by more gentle caresses. Tyler’s cock felt like it wanted to rip off his body and explode.
“The first time I fuck you, boy, I’m going to use your ass well. I’m going to fuck you long and hard and enjoy making you beg for me.”
Tyler moaned.
He spanked Tyler some more, then caressed him again. Every so often a stroke jiggled the butt plug, testing Tyler’s self-control even more. “Remember, don’t come until I give you permission,” Marcus warned. “But you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
SMACK!
“You’re my good boy?”
Tyler’s heart twisted. “Yes, Sir!”
SMACK!
More gentle, caressing strokes. “Such a good boy you are.” He reached between Tyler’s legs and stroked his sac. “I wish I had a flogger to use on you. You’d enjoy it. I bet you’d wiggle that sweet ass of yours right into it.”
SMACK!
Tyler moaned. His cock rubbed against Marcus’ thigh.
After what felt like forever of this torment, Marcus ordered him to his feet. In a daze, his own cock in desperate need of relief, Tyler waited.
Marcus smiled. “What’s that?” He pointed at Tyler’s cock.
He tried to think. “My cock?”
Faster than he could follow the movement, Marcus reached out and grabbed Tyler’s cock and balls in his hand and started squeezing. “Whose cock?”
“Your cock, Sir!” he gasped.
The pressure relented. “Very good, boy. I wasn’t really talking about my cock, though. I meant this.” He ran his thumb over the slit, gathering the drops of pre-come there. He held his thumb up to Tyler’s lips. “Suck.”
Without hesitation, Tyler did.
“Very good. How do you taste, boy? Do you like it?”
“I’d rather taste you, Sir.”
Marcus grinned. “I bet you would.” He changed position on the bed, stretched out along the length of it, his head on the pillows. He pointed to the end of the bed, between his legs. “Come here, boy. Get busy.”
Tyler leapt for the bed, eagerly going down on the other man.
Marcus coached him. “Play with my balls, too, boy. Don’t forget to lick the sides of my shaft.”
Tyler closed his eyes. Every time he was rewarded with another taste of pre-come he felt his own cock throb in response.
Marcus twined his fingers in Tyler’s hair and urged him farther down his shaft. “I want you to deep-throat me, boy. You should be able to lick my balls with your tongue while my cock’s in your throat.”
Tyler struggled to comply, not wanting to gag and ruin things. After a while it got easier to manage. He could feel when to swallow, when to relax his throat, how to time his breathing.
He didn’t know how long he lay there, sucking, licking, his head buzzing with the gentle encouragements and coaxing Marcus gave him. After a while, Marcus tensed and his grip tightened.
“Okay, boy,” he grunted. “Now.”
Tyler swallowed, didn’t gag, and felt his lips make contact with the hilt of the man’s cock. He managed to swipe his tongue along his balls.
Marcus groaned as his entire body tensed, his hot seed pumping into Tyler. Tyler kept up with him, desperate to please him. After a moment, Marcus relaxed and patted the top of Tyler’s head. “That’s my good boy,” he whispered as he relaxed. “Come up here. Lay with me.”
Tyler curled up next to him, the other man’s arm around him. Marcus stroked Tyler’s arm. “That was even better than the first time. You learn very fast.” He rolled to his side, spooning against Tyler’s back, one arm draped around Tyler’s waist. His hand slipped lower, finding Tyler’s stiff shaft. “My boy is still very horny. I think you earned a reward.” He stroked Tyler’s shaft, slowly, alternating the movement with strong, pleasurable squeezing that nearly rolled Tyler’s eyes back in his head.
Marcus breath brushed the back of Tyler’s neck. “You may come, boy.”
Tyler closed his eyes and worked his hips in time with the hand pleasuring his cock. The warm, strong body pressed along his back, the memory of the way Marcus tasted, all this served to ramp up his need to a fever pitch.
“Come for me, boy. Now!”
Tyler cried out as his hips bucked against Marcus, the pent-up explosion ripping his breath from him. After what felt like forever, he collapsed, panting, against the other man.
Marcus chuckled. “How’d that feel?”
“Wonderful, Sir.”
“Still one more thing.” He released Tyler’s cock and pressed his hand to Tyler’s lips. “Lick. Clean me up. You made a mess.”
Without opening his eyes, Tyler did, settling back against Marcus as he licked and sucked his juices from the other man’s hand. This time, it felt natural to comply, to do as Marcus ordered.
He was a good boy.
Marcus feathered his lips along the back of Tyler’s neck. “You are an amazing boy,” he said. “I’m lucky I found you.”
Warmth raced through Tyler’s core. “Thank you, Sir. I’m lucky I found you.”
“Go into the bathroom and take that butt plug out. You don’t want to sleep with it. Wash it. Leave it on the counter to dry. I’ll put it back in tomorrow morning. Then let’s go to sleep.”
Tyler dragged himself from the comfort of bed to comply. When he returned, Marcus was almost asleep. Tyler snuggled against him, feeling Marcus’ limp member nestled along the seam of his ass as he pulled the sheet over them and quickly tumbled into sleep.
Chapter Eight
The next morning, Tyler awoke snuggled tightly against Marcus. The other man’s grey eyes crinkled, amused, as Tyler studied him.
“What’s running through your mind?” Marcus asked.
Tyler shook his head. “I don’t know.” He did know, but was smart enough not to admit it. He didn’t want to jinx whatever this was, for however long it would last, by admitting out loud his feelings for Marcus.
“I like my coffee black, boy. And eggs scrambled, if you have eggs.” He pulled Tyler tightly to him and kissed him, crushing his lips and exploring, tasting.
Owning.
Tyler’s morning erection hardened even more. Marcus felt it and laughed. “Ah, the advantages of the young. No need to plan things out like us old farts.” He kissed Tyler once more, then nudged him to sit up. “After breakfast I’ll put your butt plug in. Then you can run me home. I’m getting a rental today, so I’ll be here tonight at six, if that’s not a problem?”
Tyler couldn’t contain his smile. “No, Sir. That’s not a problem.”
Marcus crooked his finger at Tyler and kissed him once more. “Start our coffee. Then come join me in the shower. You can cook me breakfast after we’re done.”
Tyler bolted from the bedroom to comply.
He enjoyed washing Marcus, tending to him. His mind no longer wandered to the dynamics at play—he enjoyed the attention, enjoyed serving Marcus.
Enjoyed submitting to him.
He didn’t let himself think about what would happen when Marcus returned to Brussels at the end of his sabbatical.
After breakfast, and before he let Tyler dress, Marcus called him into the bedroom and placed the butt plug again. “I want this left in all day, boy,” he admonished. “Every time you sit, you’ll think of me. If you have to take it out for obvious reasons, fine, but it goes right back in again. Take the bottle of lube with you. Understood?”
Tyler nodded, noting his face didn’t even flush with embarrassment this time. “Yes, Sir.”
Marcus grinned. “Good boy.” He pulled Tyler to him and kissed him. “When I arrive, leave the door unlocked. I want to find you kneeling on the floor, naked, facing the door, your head bowed, and the plug in place.”
His heart raced. “Yes, Sir!”
* * * *
It was all Tyler could think about all day long. He raced through Publix on his way home and grabbed something quick and easy for dinner, as well as fixings for breakfast the next morning. Marcus arrived promptly at six and found Tyler waiting exactly as instructed.
Marcus closed the front door behind him. Tyler heard the deadbolt lock before Marcus set an overnight bag on the floor.
Tyler’s heart raced.
“Good boy,” Marcus cooed. “Sit up.”
Tyler did, a little embarrassed that his mouth was watering, but beyond caring at that point.
Marcus’ smile twisted Tyler’s heart. “You earned a reward.” He stepped forward and unfastened his jeans. He l
et Tyler suck his cock for a few minutes before he tapped him on the head. “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t want to go off too soon. Is dinner ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
They ate. Tyler stayed naked, his cock standing at rigid attention throughout the entire meal. He washed the dishes while they talked.
“So how did it feel having that butt plug in your ass all day?” Marcus asked.
“Good, Sir.” It had felt almost pleasantly unbearable at times, the sensation keeping his cock rock hard, making it difficult to find a comfortable position to sit, and damned near impossible to stand to teach without his state being obvious to his students.
“Let’s go to bed, boy. I have another present for you.”
Marcus had again gone shopping. He made Tyler remove and wash the butt plug, then lie across his lap.
Tyler felt cool lube against his rim, then something else press for entrance. Larger than the butt plug, but not quite the same. “This dildo is a little larger than I am,” Marcus explained as one hand pressed Tyler’s lower back, holding him in place as Marcus slowly fucked him with the toy. “I want you good and ready for me when I take you tomorrow night.”
Tyler’s heart raced, the information distracting him enough from the nearly overwhelming urge to come. “Tomorrow?”
Marcus laughed and fucked him a little deeper, making Tyler moan. “Yes, tomorrow. I don’t think I can wait any longer than that to keep myself from this sweet ass.” He sank the toy deep inside Tyler and slid his free hand lower, holding it in place. Then he started spanking Tyler, every impact dragging Tyler closer to release.
“Don’t come yet, boy,” Marcus growled. “Don’t you dare disappoint me.”
Tyler thought of everything he could to hold back, but just when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, Marcus stopped and held still.
“You’re close, aren’t you, boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
The toy disappeared from Tyler’s ass, leaving him gasping at the sudden departure. “Get up. Go wash this.”
The sudden change was enough to shock Tyler’s system back from the edge. “Yes, Sir.” When he returned, Marcus sat there with yet another toy in hand. A larger butt plug.
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