"Try not to fall down the stairs, please," Dan says as I step down from the sleeping mezzanine with a small pile of books in my hands. “And clench your cheeks. We don't want your wet butt plug bouncing down the steps!"
"Easier said than done, you pushed so much cum inside me, it's all slippery now."
"Well, I don't want to see it leaking out!"
Dan is sitting on the floor in front of the bookshelf we bought last weekend, sorting some of the books we have just moved from the loft storage space into neat piles. Only a handful of them are already on the bookshelf. He's only wearing a pair of loose grey shorts that perfectly outline the shape of his cock. There’s a small wet patch near where the tip is; he clearly didn’t bother putting any underwear on after breeding me.
"Why am I doing all the hard work anyway? And naked!"
"Because it's hot… and because I love watching that butt go up the stairs, all wet and sweaty."
I put the books down next to him and go to the bathroom to get a towel. I dry some of the sweat from my forehead, then I lay it on the floor next to him and sit down to take a break. I lean my head back, close my eyes and exhale. "Why is it so warm? It's not even proper summer yet."
The window is open, and the curtain is half-drawn, but the humid heat in the flat only seems to worsen as the day goes on. I catch my breath and glance at Dan, who is intently sorting paperback and hardback classic fiction into separate piles.
“So, are you more of a Pride and Prejudice or a Wuthering Heights enthusiast?” I ask.
Dan chuckles at my question but doesn’t reply.
“I’m thinking more Wuthering Heights… It suits your natural broodiness better. Maybe a little Charles Dickens, too?”
Dan shrugs. “I like a bit of everything.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Ugh, please. You know you don’t need a degree to have an opinion on books, right? You probably read more books than most of the people I work with, not to mention my students—we are not even halfway there with the wardrobe hoarding situation!”
“Yeah, but I read them like a child at a posh restaurant—I don’t appreciate them the way you do," he blurts out.
I let out and exasperated sigh and lie down on the floor. “We need to let go of this class inferiority complex, for God’s sake. You clearly appreciate literature; we are surrounded by piles of it.”
No response.
I prop myself up, my eyes drawn to a coffee table book at the bottom of a pile of photography volumes and magazines. I slide it out, trying not to topple the rest of the books.
“This looks nice.”
The book has a black-and-white cover, with a full-page nude portrait of a muscular Black man, crouched down, arms resting on his knees, looking up at the camera.
“Oh, no—no, not that one,” Dan exclaims, grabbing the book from my hands.
“Well, that only makes me more curious.”
I try to get the book back, but Dan drops it on another pile, out of my reach. “Oh come on, we are adults! We all enjoy a little pornography in our home,” I insist, and lean all the way on Dan’s lap, with my stomach on his crotch.
“It’s not pornography,” he says, and clutches me by the waist, successfully stopping me from picking up the book again.
“Don’t make me spank you,” he says. I turn to face him.
“I thought you’d never ask!” And with a final push I manage to get a hold of the book and slide it closer to me.
“You are a very poorly behaved sub, you know that?” His hand slaps my right butt cheek, making a loud and satisfying sound.
I open the book and start exploring the pages of mostly black-and-white nude portraits of queer sitters, for the most part male nudes. Dan seems content to take a break to play with my ass, slapping it to make it jiggle, but I sense a little nervousness coming from him, watching me flip through the book.
“An old friend of mine took the pictures” he says.
“Well, he’s a very talent—”
I pause, half-way through the book, on a full-frontal nude picture of Dan, a younger Dan, leaning against a windowsill. The picture is slightly backlit, emphasising the body’s silhouette and his strong build. He’s not looking into the camera; his face is turned, showing a side profile. His cock is partially visible in the portrait’s lighting, thick but not yet fully hard.
“That’s hot.”
“Well, I was much younger then.”
“You know… You are pretty insecure for a Dom.”
“Oh, am I now?”
He grabs my torso and turns me on my back, revealing my pulsing and leaking caged dick.
“Hmm, just like I thought… You like seeing Daddy’s naughty photos, don’t you?” He flicks my cage with a finger, making me wince.
“I don’t think the spanking helped… I think we need a more serious punishment here.”
Dan’s fingers crawl between my legs, but instead of the removing the butt plug, he starts circling my gaping hole with his fingertips. He slips a finger between the silicone butt plug and my ass lips, stretching them out even more.
He leans down for a sloppy kiss, suffocating my whimpers as he pulls the plug out. He’s just unloaded inside me, but he looks hungrier for my hole than he was before. The plug comes out with relative ease, thanks to the lubricating properties of Dan’s sperm. He dangles the wet toy on top of my face, like a treat for a puppy rolled over on its back. He lets a drop of cum slowly drip into my open mouth, before bringing the toy closer and letting me lick it.
“Swallow,” Dan orders, and drops the plug on the towel next to us. I obey. “Good boy.”
He lifts me, repositioning my body. I’m no longer lying sideways on his lap; now I’m facing forward and down, on my elbows, while he holds my hips close to his head and my legs rest on his shoulders. He buries his face between my cheeks and starts eating me out, lapping up his own cum from between my legs and up my hole. My upper body is almost upside down, and I can see his cock pulsing in his shorts in unison with his tongue going in and out of me.
It’s not long before he lowers me down on his lap, whips out his cock from his shorts and pushes it inside me while I squat down on it.
Then he leans back, palms on the floor, legs relaxed. “Ride it.”
I start making slow movements up and down, feeling the whole length of his hard cock coming in and out, in and out. I linger on the tip a few times, making quicker movements to stimulate it, then I let it come out of me and immediately dive down again, the entire shaft penetrating me once again. His hips start to shift. Imperceptible movements at first, they soon become rhythmic thrusts, as he wraps his arms around me in a sweaty embrace. I can feel his warm, wet chest on my back. Droplets of sweat fall from his forehead onto my neck.
The air in the room is thick, our breathing heavy.
He grunts one, two, three times, and with each grunt a new load of cum is pumped into my guts. I feel full of him, our bodies melting into one, as he breeds me.
*
“I think somebody left without putting these back,” I announce, entering the back room of the bookshop right after closing time. “Do you want me to put them back on the shelves?”
Dan sits at the desk, his face illuminated by the flickering light of the computer screen, which quickly switches colours with every hasty click of the mouse. He turns to me, distracted.
“Huh? Oh, no problem, I’ll do it in the morning,” he says, taking the three small volumes from my hands. “Heading home?”
“What were you looking at…?” I ask, pointing at his desktop.
“Nothing? It’s the end of the day, just shutting things down.”
“Oh, so you were just staring at a blank screen? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you take less than an hour to close the shop. This is so 14-year-old me getting caught watching videos of men shagging, I love it!”
I sit on his leg and wrap my arms around his neck with a big smile on my face.
“Please show me,” I probe, “I know you can’t resist my sweet, sweet puppy dog eyes.”
“I know what kind of puppy you are, and it’s not sweet. Come on,” he says, squeezing my ass, “let’s get going.”
“Look, I understand you are madly in love with me, but it’s a bit too soon to be researching wedding venues. You’re coming on a little strong,” I tease.
“Right, I’m the one who’s obsessed with you in this scenario.”
“I will do anything for you, if you let me in on the secret. I’ll let you fuck me whenever and wherever you want!”
He gives me an unimpressed look at me and places his hand between my legs, pressing on my butt plug. “You must be taking the piss—how is that different from what I already do?”
“Fair point…”
“There is something you can do, but you’ll need to agree to it before I feel comfortable enough to share.”
“I’m listening…”
“I’ve been thinking, I’m doing a lot of the heavy lifting here, with all fucking and thrusting and breeding, you know? I think Daddy needs a Dom appreciation day… I want to feel spoilt by my little buddy here for once.” He presses on my butt plug again. “What are you doing this weekend? How about I come for a visit on Saturday night? Louis is covering the shop on Sunday.”
“I would be honoured to arrange a day of total worship for my favourite Dom,” I reply excitedly. “Consider it done, come to mine on Saturday night after you’re done here. I will treat you to the most relaxing weekend of your life. Now show me!”
Dan sighs, grabs the mouse and clicks on a minimised browser tab to open it.
“I was looking at University courses around here.”
I can’t help but look surprised for a second, that’s not what I was expecting.
“It’s not like I’m about to enrol, I was just looking!”
“Dan! That is so brilliant!” I exclaim, hugging him. “Were you thinking a part-time course? Distance learning? What discipline?”
"Alright, alright, let’s calm down. Don’t make me regret sharing this."
"Oh, you will regret it, no doubt about that! But we’ll have plenty of time to discuss it this weekend. I can’t wait to spend the day worshipping this prospective university student!”
Dan puts on a defeated look, but I can see a spark of excitement behind his eyes.
*
The front door of my flat opens while I’m kneeling behind it, naked, with both hands on the floor and hidden from view. Dan laughs as soon as he lays eyes on me, conveying amusement and perhaps a little bit of derision. He takes off his backpack and shoes. It’s not his first time visiting my flat, but it’s his first time spending the night here.
“What a lovely welcome… What’s this?”
He picks up the envelope I’m holding in my mouth and opens it.
“24 hours of worship” he reads. “I like the sound of that! But before I continue, cage check?”
I lift my hands and expose my groin.
“Good. Butt plug?”
I turn around and present my ass this time. The puppy tail I’m wearing wiggles left and right in front of Dan.
“Oh, that’s not your usual attire,” Dan says, crouching down and flicking the rubber tail with his hand. I shake my butt playfully in response. “Fancy that! Looks like I’m getting a useful puppy dog for the weekend. Let’s see…” He stands up and continues reading the note out loud:
“Sir, as a way to thank you for all your tireless efforts towards making me the best sub I can be, it would be my honour to offer you 24 hours of complete worship. I have made some suggestions below to as to what you may want to enjoy between now and tomorrow. As I now relinquish all control to you, you are also free to set our schedule as you desire.
“I will of course stay caged and plugged, and Sir will be free to take all and any of my holes at any time.”
Dan takes some time to silently read the rest of the note, then bends down and returns the envelope to my mouth.
“Remember our safe word, buddy?” he mutters, only inches away from my face. I nod. “Good, I think we can start with a warm shower, then.”
Without saying a word, I get up and head to the bathroom. I take a fresh set of towels from the cabinet under the sink and hang them on the towel warmer near the shower.
Dan enters the bathroom.
“Everything is ready for you, sir.”
Dan looks at me, confused. “I think you are forgetting a few steps. Go on, undress me.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”
I start by taking off his baggy overshirt, folding it neatly, followed by the white T-shirt underneath. The act feels surprisingly intimate. His body, his movements, his smell – they feel familiar, but the everyday act of undressing him adds a new layer of disparity between us. It makes me feel small, useful.
I squat down, unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. I pull them down and he lifts one leg at a time, so I can slip them off him, socks included. I fold these as well.
Finally, I grab the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, revealing his hairy bush and thick, soft cock. I pause, feeling my asshole clench around the butt plug, hypnotised by the sight before my eyes.
“Eyes up here, buddy, it’s not playtime yet,” Dan warns me.
I pick up the pace, taking his underwear off and completing the pile of folded clothes. Then I get up and start the shower. I kneel just outside the tub, next to the bathroom mat, waiting for instructions. Dan testes the water temperature, then steps inside.
The water wets his hair and flows down his chest, stomach and cock. He turns towards the showerhead and lets the water hit his face. He reaches into the shower caddy, grabs some shampoo and lathers up his hair. After he rinses it, he looks back down at me.
“You know what? I’m a little knackered today. Why don’t you help me with the rest?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond, joining him without objection. I take the brand-new loofah from the caddy, squeeze some shower gel onto it, and begin lathering his back. He lets out a sigh, as his muscles relax under the water. I keep going down, to his butt, his legs; then I slip my hand in between his cheeks. He seems to enjoy the sensation, so I make sure to repeat it a few times, before he turns back towards me.
Making my way up now, I scrub his legs and his now semi-hard cock, his balls, his stomach and his pecs. He lifts his arms so I can clean his armpits. Then I use my hands to rinse off any foam under the shower, while at the same time massaging his body.
Just as I’m rinsing off his legs, I feel his hand on the back of my neck. He doesn’t have to say anything. He slips his hard cock in my mouth, and he starts to gently fuck it. The water from the shower is still streaming down his body and down my face, making it harder to breathe. He’s focusing on the depth of his strokes, pushing the head of his cock down my throat.
I try my best not to gag, but I gasp for air each time he comes out. He starts giving me shorter and shorter breaks, and as I get used to rhythm, his cock also gets larger and more challenging to swallow. He’s leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, both hands behind my head – I have no choice but to keep swallowing his length, to let him use my throat as he pleases.
His grip tightens, the back-and-forth motions are interrupted. His cock is buried deep down my throat, when I feel it pulse on my tongue and around my lips. His balls tighten and tickle my chin, as he fills me up with cum.
“Good job.” His voice is drowned out by the sound of the shower. “Good job,” he murmurs again, running his fingers through my wet hair.
END OF CHAPTER 10
