Page 38 of Lord of the Lock

“Then one day I came home early, and he wasn’t home or in work. I knew he liked to walk in the woods where we…where we had done stuff before. So I thought I’d go looking for him. And I found him. On his knees in front of one of the other boys from the rugby team.”

“So all of that time, where he hadn’t touched you, and used you, he was doing all that for someone else?” Finn asked. I could see him connecting the dots in his mind, and his arms tightened around me.

“Not quite,” I said. “I found out later, when he was crying and begging, that nothing happened until I’d already left. But he said he wasn’t doing all that to me because of…essentially, I wasn’t man enough. Like we were in some hierarchy where he did that stuff for the bigger, stronger man because he was bigger and manlier, and then I was at the bottom of the pile, being used by him. Like if I found some femboy twink even smaller than me then I could make him as miserable as Lewis had made me.”

“You don’t still believe all that do you?” Finn asked. “That you being a little less macho means you have to serve?”

I could feel blush coming, borne more of embarrassment than anything else. I wanted to sayno, I don’t believe any oof that any more.But I couldn’t. Because I did believe that, deep down.

“Imagine me fucking you Finn, and tell me you don’t think that’s ridiculous.”

“I don’t.” Finn took my hand in his and kissed my palm. “Most people have put me in this bigtopbox because I’m built like a brick shithouse and the size of…well, you know. But I’d love to switch things up a bit. Bottom.”

“Yeah, but not for me…” I could have laughed. How weird did that sound? It’d be like a chihuahua humping a Great Dane if I tried it with Finn.

“If you are a bottom, then fine. But tell me honestly, if we could fuck — with no judgement, no fear of it going wrong, and my promise to you that I will never push you beyond what’s comfortable…would you?”

“What if I do it wrong, though?” I asked. “What if I get so into it that I forget…” I didn’t know how to carry on.

“You’re worried that you’ll end up like Lewis?” Finn asked. I nodded. “And you don’t think that you worrying about being like that pretty much confirms you never will be?”

“And you promise you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable or something feels wrong?” I asked him. I hadn’t realised I’d been tangling my fingers in the front of his t-shirt.

“Promise,” said Finn. “It feels so right, though.” And then he was kissing me even as he stood and carried me up the stairs in a bridal lift, like it was so easy for him. He placed me gently down on his bed. “So long as you promise to do the same for me.”

“Promise,” I parroted.

Finn laid down on the bed next to me and kissed me gently. One finger hooked under my t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” he asked.

I nodded, and Finn pulled off my t-shirt and threw it to the floor. He kissed me, then moved down to my neck, my collar-bone, then to my chest. He worshipped my body slowly and gently and took every moan and undignified squeak from my mouth as consent. Knowing I could stop at any point made it so much easier to carry on. Knowing the respect, as well as the reverence for me with which Finn dragged his stubbled chin over my smooth skin, made the whole experience that much better.

Finn bit at the waistband of my boxer-briefs that peeked over my trousers and looked up at me. My cock was straining underneath my jeans, but he was hesitating. For me.

“Please,” I muttered to him. “Just do it.”

Without speaking, Finn unbuttoned my jeans and peeled them back from my waist, then pulled at my underwear with them until they were both on the floor and my cock was free. He took my cock in his big hand and licked gently at the head.

“You fucking tease,” I said, bucking in his hand at every swipe of his tongue. Finn grinned and took me in his mouth, taking it right to the back of his throat like I’d never interrupted us earlier in the changing room. He hummed around my cock and it felt like the vibrations travelled through my whole body.

I felt so overwhelmed, like I was coming out of my skin. It was good, but…I tapped Finn on the shoulder and he looked up, then came up off my cock with a littlepopof suction that made me giggle. I gestured for him to come back up the bed and he crawled up to draw level with me. “Everything OK?” he asked.

“Yeah. I just….” Unsure of how to continue, I kissed him again, then broke the kiss to take his t-shirt off. I trailed fingers through the carpet of dark hair on his chest and he shuddered.

“I can trim all this back again if you like, I used to be smooth from my neck to my balls,” Finn said.

I laughed. “I like it, I’ve told you that,” I said, dipping my fingers under his waistband to feel the forest of fur there too. “Can you…can you sit on the edge of the bed? And take these off?”

Finn silently moved over to the bed. I knelt on the floor in front of him. He angled his hips upward to pull off his tracksuit bottoms and his underwear and his massive cock sprang free. I took it in my hand, thumb and forefinger straining to meet around it. I moved my hand up and down, pulling the foreskin back from the head and then back over it. A little bead of precum gathered at the tip, and I swiped my finger over it to make him groan before I slowly, hesitantly lowered my mouth to the tip.

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Chapter Nineteen - Finn

Nathan’s lips at the very tip of my cock were heaven, and I was hard as an iron rod in his hand. He gently and teasingly nipped and licked at the head, drawing more precum out with every swipe of his tongue or gentle suck. He wasn’t trying to take any more of me, but I could handle that. I was happy to let Nathan take things at his own pace, even if that meant I had to use a superhuman amount of effort not to buck up into his mouth. He had a mouth I could own if he would let me. But I wanted him to want it all as much as I did.

His hand was shaking as he milked yet more of my pre-release before licking a stripe up the underside of my cock right up the sensitive link between my foreskin and the head. “Are you OK with this? You’re shaking,” I double checked.

Nathan nodded and gave a shaky smile. “Yes, Finn. It’s not fear, it’s excitement.”

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