I noticed he took his coffee with him. Quickly finishing it, before placing it on the counter behind him!
“Master Aquarius, he is so beautiful,” David said, becoming more formal.
“Indeed, in many ways,” I smiled, walking over to Alex, and pulling his head down for a tender kiss. He has a few inches on me. (Okay, four, if you’re counting.)
Alex smiled with the kiss and then stood, calmly watching Master David observe him, until I gently took his leaking cock in my hand, and his eyes closed.
“You can touch,” I told Master David, and Alex sighed, hardening further in my hand.
We are like a family at BDSM Manor. The opportunity for Alex to be on display and touched by a near stranger was too good to miss. He loves it, and doesn’t get the chance often, because I’m very careful with him.
It doesn’t really do anything for me if I’m honest, but as Alex’s body is now mine, it’s only fair that I take his needs into account from time to time.
Master David came closer and frowning, touched a gentle hand to the small bandage on his hip.
I explained that was from a fall last night, and not from our amateur movie making. Alex had tripped while changing for dinner and bounced off some ancient stonework in our pool area.
I fetched some of Will’s famous balm, Master David and I tended Alex’s welts and bruises gently, until he was practically sobbing in frustration.
I was smoothing balm over a welt on Alex’s ribs and abs, and Master David was gently stroking the same over his sore cock and balls when Alex rasped out, “I’m going to cum.”
We had been edging him for about twenty minutes.
Master David immediately released him, causing Alex to groan in frustration, “I think my work here is done, time to go find some breakfast,” he said.
We quickly cleaned up, ignoring Alex who was still stood. Open, trembling, and frustrated.
“Thank you for the coffee, Alex,” David called as I walked him to the door.
“You’re welcome, Master David,” Alex managed.
“Thank you for allowing me to watch and play with your slave,” he said to me.
“Anytime,” I smiled at him, “We shall see you later,” with a wave he left, and I turned back to Alex.
“Go and kneel by the couch,” I instructed him. Alex did so and tuned to watch me, smiling as he saw me grab some lube.
“Can I touch myself?”
“No.”
Alex hissed in frustration.
I knelt behind him on the soft carpet and pushed him up a little, to his hands and knees. His arms were braced on the couch.
“Can you support yourself? I don’t want to open any of these cuts.”
“Yes, Master,” he murmured.
Ah, Alex was painfully aroused from being observed and touched by Master David. He just wanted to cum.
I slipped my fingers inside him, stretching him slightly, “Did you enjoy your coffee morning, Alex?”
He laughed and moaned, “Ha! Yes, Master.”
“He was very gentle with you.”
“He’s a nice man,” Alex agreed, “It’s sad that he’s sick.”
“Yea,” I leaned over and gripped Alex’s hips, kissing his back, “I’m not going to be so gentle.”
“Please, Master. Fuck me,” he begged.
I teased Alex with my tip, holding his hips still while he complained under his breath and tried to push back against me.
Just for a few moments, then I slipped deep, enjoying his gasp.
That first moment, when Alex’s heat grips me tight, and I just want to pound him.
I bottomed out and held still for a moment or two, enjoying the sensation of Alex’s tremors vibrating down my cock. His clenching, as his body naturally tries to expel me before he relaxes.
He whimpered slightly, still sore after the exploits yesterday.
Still, he has a safe word and I wanted to fuck him hard, so I did.
Thrusting my hips and claiming my man, my slave. His pleasure, and pain all mine.
Alex didn’t use his safe word, but he started to sob and beg to cum. Eventually, when I was close, I gave in and took him in my hand. Rough strokes matching mine and we came together.
Alex’s cum flooding over his thighs and stomach, and mine filling him, before spilling down the back of his legs.
One thing we have here at the manor, is really good carpet cleaner.
I pulled back, pressing another soft kiss to Alex’s back, “Hold your position,” I told him, and left him there, sweating, gasping, and sobbing. Cum dripping down his legs, yesterday’s welts and bruises decorating his beautiful body. On his hands and knees for me.
I went and made myself another coffee, before taking a seat close to Alex and taking my time, enjoying the view.
My slave, my friend, my love, looking like a live BDSM fantasy work of art, just for me.
Alex just knelt, as his skin cooled and his trembles eased. Feeling my eyes on him as I sipped my coffee.
Twenty minutes later he was hard again, and I had finished my drink.
He sat back on his heels as I approached and ran a hand through his hair, “Come on, Babe. Time to get you cleaned up,” I said as I leaned down to kiss him.
To be Continued.