Page 28 of Body Slave

McGill clasped the hand Ben extended. “It’s Vince, remember? I hear from your father you’ve joined him at the company.”

“That’s right.” Ben plastered a fake smile on his face. “In fact, with my father up in Canada on a business trip, I’ve really come to appreciate how hard he works. It’s nice to have a day off. Gives me time to get some shopping done.”

Vince returned the grin, but his gaze slid over to Oliver. “Enjoying his boy, too, I see.”

Ben didn’t dare look to see how Oliver was taking the scrutiny. He didn’t like Vince’s innuendo, either. He forced a chuckle. “I hate shopping and hate carrying bags around even more. Oliver will make a good enough pack mule,” he said with an inner wince. “I figured he’ll be more pliable with an ice cream bribe.”

Vince barked out a laugh. “You college boys, such wimps. The threat of a good beating usually does the trick.”

“I suppose,” Ben replied with a rueful smile. He definitely didn’t like the look on Vince’s face. Too many wheels turned inside of what Ben had always thought of as a mostly empty head. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I should get started.”

He didn’t wait for Vince’s reply before grabbing what was left of Oliver’s cone from his hand and tossing it with his own in the trash. “See you later, Vince.” He gave a little wave before snapping his fingers in Oliver’s direction. Without looking, he knew the slave had dutifully come to heel. He could feel the creepiness of Vince’s gaze, too, as he forced himself to saunter away.

He shopped as well in case the man followed them, and really he did need a few things that he’d never ask Mary to pick up for him. Like underwear. And deodorant. While he was at it, he preferred a natural toothpaste to the brand he’d grown up with. He wandered around the drugstore, tossing things in the basket dutifully held by Oliver. Nothing was said between them. Being a slave, of course Oliver didn’t initiate any conversations, and Ben’s paranoia reared up enough to worry about being overheard now that he’d been reminded that being out in public meant being around other people.

He relaxed some in the car and by the time they were home, running into Vince was a distant memory. They filled the rest of the afternoon with another swimming lesson then dinner, a movie, and finally he had Oliver back in his bed. They fucked face to face, with Ben’s arms braced on each side of Oliver’s head and Oliver’s legs wrapped around Ben’s waist. Unlike their first time, the boy had welcomed him inside his body with no hesitation or fear. Instead his heels pressed against Ben’s ass, silently urging him to thrust harder and faster.

Ben grinned down at him. “You like having my cock inside you, don’t you?”

Oliver arched his neck and groaned. “Yesss.”

“You want me to go deeper?”

A whimper. “Please.”

Ben nibbled at one delicate earlobe, scraping his teeth against the tender flesh. He was rewarded with a hiss and a tightening of Oliver’s hole. “Rock your hips up.”

When the boy complied, Ben buried his dick in as far as he could go. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to be as flush against the beautiful body as he could, but that would mean changing positions, putting Oliver on all fours, and that just wouldn’t do. He thought of himself as Oliver’s lover, not his master. It was critical the slave experience the difference between being made love to instead of just being fucked even if it meant Ben missing out on a small amount of pleasure.

One of the boy’s heels thumped hard against Ben’s ass. Pleased by the enthusiasm, Ben increased his tempo. He thrust faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated around the room. With each stroke, Oliver’s hole tightened, milking Ben’s rod and coaxing the climax out of him. He gripped not just the sheet, but the mattress beneath in order to pull his body forward with more force. His world collapsed to the single focus of the pleasure building in his balls and climbing up his cock.

He came in a rush of mindless curses and incoherent cries. His body shuddered with the release, every nerve ending pulsing. The body beneath his bucked and writhed against him, enflaming him to greater heights. With a last bellow, he collapsed flush against Oliver. Their sweaty skin stuck them together as their harsh breathing blended together. After long minutes, Ben had the presence of mind to slip out of Oliver and roll them onto their sides.

He kissed Oliver gently a few times before asking, “Are you okay?”

Slowly the boy’s eyes opened and he smiled. “Perfect.”

“Really?” He needed to ask because as the haze of the orgasm lifted, he worried he’d been too rough.

“I came without anyone touching my cock, so yes, really.”

Ben sighed with relief and kissed his beautiful lover with greater passion. His insatiable cock tried to rally, but he ignored it. Fucking was only part of what he wanted with Oliver. He wanted to talk, too, to get to know him better. First, though, he owed an apology.

“I’m sorry I treated you so shabbily around Vince, and after.”

Oliver raised his eyebrows. “You don’t have to say that to me. I’m a slave. You treated me like one.” He shrugged. “That’s kind of how it works.”

Ben groaned. “I don’t want it to work like that.” He knew he sounded petulant, but that’s how he felt.

Oliver stroked Ben’s cheek. “You’re such a nice man. Please don’t feel bad about anything. I enjoy being with you no matter what we’re doing. I’m…happy with you.”

The simple declaration almost made Ben cry. He held it in, though, because he owed it to Oliver to be as happy as the slave said he was. Otherwise he would only be burdening the boy with his own problems. “I’m glad,” he said instead. “Being with you makes me happy, too.”

They cuddled for a while longer then went to the bathroom to clean up. Of course they ended up getting even messier when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The shower fixed that new problem. By the time they landed back in bed, they could only lie there with their bodies entwined. Still neither of them fell asleep, too intent on enjoying their time together. So Ben decided to satisfy his curiosity about Oliver even though he was afraid of some of the answers he would get.

“Tell me about your family.”

Oliver shifted a little in the tight hold of Ben’s embrace. “Well, I have a mother and a younger sister.”

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