by Loki Renard
“You like this, don't you boy,” Eric said knowingly, grinding his hips to a halt inside Raid. “Ask me for it.”
“Ask you for what?” Raid gasped, his eyes glazed with lust.
“Ask me to call you boy.”
“No!” Raid's rebellion returned in full force.
Eric slipped his cock out a fraction, and raised a challenging brow at Raid. “Are you sure about that?”
“Unggghh,” Raid complained as Eric slowly withdrew, taking the heat and the pleasure with him. “Okay, okay.” He mumbled something that could have been a request to be called boy, but it was lost in his grunting and groaning as he struggled to keep Eric's manhood inside his body.
“I'm still not hearing you,” Eric reminded him, his cock barely inside Raid. Just the thick tip was buried inside, bringing one last hope of pleasure with it.
“Please, sir,” Raid gasped, thrusting his hips needfully back against Eric. “Call... me... boy,” he ground the request out between his teeth, the final shreds of his resistance falling away under Eric's masterful touch.
“Good boy,” Eric praised triumphantly as he swept his hips forward and claimed his boy once and for all.