Page 9 of His Master

“These belong to me,” he said, increasing the pressure of his hold until the pain of it radiated through me. “And this.”

He moved his hand to stroke my weeping cock gently, sending a contrasting jolt of pleasure through me that had my head spinning.

“You will not come unless I tell you to,” he ordered me. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” I gasped breathlessly.

He continued to stroke his hand up my belly. My primitive omega nearly screamed for him to force his seed into my womb so I could dutifully bear his children. It was a good thing I’d just finished my heat, because if I’d gone into heat now, I would have howled and begged to be impregnated, and my life definitely wasn’t ready for a baby…yet.

He shifted a bit, stroking my chest with both hands, then pinching my nipples until I writhed with pain.

“I like to see my boy suffer for me,” he said, fire in his eyes as he looked down on me. “Enduring the pain I give you is a show of your obedience and love for me.”

He twisted my nipples a bit until I blurted out, “Yes, Master!”

Victor sucked in a breath. It was just the beginning of our fantasy, but I could feel how pleased Victor was and how excited our scene was making him.

He let go of my nipples, causing me to gasp for breath, then brushed his hand up my neck to caress my face. Then he thrust two fingers deep into my mouth.

I gagged with the suddenness of the gesture. In heat, I wouldn’t have had any gag reflux, or at least it would be a mild one. That wasn’t the case now, but I made no move to jerk away or expel his fingers.

Victor hummed like I’d passed some sort of test, and as if he liked it.

“On your knees, boy,” he said, taking his fingers away at last. “Show me if you know your place and your kneeling pose.”

I dropped at once to my knees, moving swiftly into the pose I’d studied for so long and even practiced in the privacy of my own bedroom. I’d practiced all the slave poses I could find online, getting off on the image of myself in the mirror, but it was different doing something like that for another person, for an alpha. For Victor.

Victor’s brow lifted, impressed. He walked around me, kicking off his shoes and removing his suit jacket—God, he looked amazing in his suit—as he did. Those gestures, combined with his scrutiny, had me hard and leaking from my cock and hole.

“Very pretty,” he said, tossing his jacket aside, then taking a moment to force my shoulders back more and to stroke my head. “Someone’s been practicing.”

I blushed with shame and lowered my head just as Victor came around to stand in front of me.

He grabbed my jaw again and forced my head up. “I didn’t tell you to look down, boy,” he said, narrowing his eyes a little as he studied me.

“N-no, Master.”

Victor continued his scrutiny, using his foot to push my knees wider. I felt so on display, my tight balls and hard cock vulnerable to him. I was struggling not to come already, but when Victor removed his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, and undressed right in front of me, I nearly whined with my efforts not to shoot all over his carpet.

Victor had an amazing body. I didn’t know whether it was his natural alpha physique or if he worked out, but he was all hard muscle and firm lines. His chest had just enough hair, which formed into a line that ran down to his groin. His thighs werethick and powerful, and his arms were much more muscular than they appeared in his suit.

But it was his cock and balls that had me salivating as he stepped out of his trousers and stood with them right in front of my face. He was large, even for an alpha. His balls looked like they were over-full and eager to empty. Into me. His cock had a slight upward curve to it, and his flared head was already beaded with pre-cum.

“Worship it,” Victor said in sharp, deep tones.

Those words rolled through me like reverberations from a gong being struck. The cruel edge to them had slick dripping out of me as I immediately leaned forward, mouth open, to slide his tip past my lips.

I groaned and closed my eyes with pleasure as Victor’s salty taste and his rich, almost overpowering alpha scent encompassed me. I couldn’t even describe his scent, it was so unique. It was like leather, oak, and spice all rolled together. I breathed it in as I swallowed his cock until I choked myself, wanting to bathe in it.

I liked sucking alpha cock. That was another embarrassing fetish I would never, ever admit to Hayden, or any of my other friends. I liked the physical sensation of my mouth being filled, my jaw stretched, and my throat spasming as an alpha pushed into me. So much that I’d had more than a few anonymous encounters in public bathrooms and office supply rooms just so I could have an alpha use my mouth.

Those encounters had just been a few minutes, and the alphas had been just as nervous as I’d been. This fantasy was something entirely different.

“Beautiful boy,” Victor gasped, grabbing handfuls of my hair. “So open. So obedient.”

My insides filled with joy and warmth at his praise. Yes. I was a good little slave. I would do whatever my master wanted to please him.

The heat of shame filled me as Victor pumped deeper into my throat, causing my stomach to rebel. I ignored that feeling, letting everything go and giving my body over to my master for whatever he wanted. I’d never been able to fully do that before, not even while being serviced by emergency support alphas from Bangers & Mash during my heats.

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