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Kaleb:Tell me what a dumb little slut you are.

It’s a direct order. I can see him hesitate, but his cock gives him away. It’s twitching with need.

He sighs, bites his lip, and finally mutters, “I’m a dumb little slut.”

His voice is quiet, almost bashful. Then his hand drops between his legs.

Kaleb:Kiss the dildo and thank it.

He turns bright red. He’s about to argue.

Kaleb:I don’t pay my dumb little slut to think, do I?

Asher groans, leans down, and kisses the tip of the dildo.

Kaleb:Come on, Bambi. Kiss it.

He glares at the camera but obeys. He drags his tongue from the base to the tip and kisses it again.

“Thank you.”

Kaleb:Show some respect. That dildo was just inside you. Call it sir.

Still crouched, he reads the message. Then lets out a soft, pitiful whimper.

“Kaleb…”

His cock is still hard, aching.

He presses a kiss to the dildo’s head again. “Thank you… sir.”

I give myself one more stroke and come hard, groaning into the silence of my office. If he were here, I’d have him on his knees, licking it off my hand. Thanking me for my seed.

Dirty little boy.

Kaleb:Good boy.

Asher slumps back with a smile.

Kaleb:Don’t come.

He pouts.

“But, sir…” His big brown eyes stare right through me.

Kaleb:You know if I was there, I’d hold you, right?

Asher nods, but his lower lip trembles. I see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

Shit.

I should’ve known better. You don’t push someone like this if you’re not ready to offer real aftercare.

He sniffles quietly, blinking fast. He’s facing away from the camera, like he’s trying to hide it.

Kaleb:Grab the jacket I sent you. Put it on.

He obeys without question, tugging on the oversized hoodie. My old university logo stretches across his chest.

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