Page 26 of Weston & Cyrus
Sir was on my bed and I was there.
“Good boy. Yes, cock-worshipping sluts kneel between their Master’s legs.” Sir stroked my cheek before his hand moved down to free his cock from his pants. “If you do a good job worshipping my cock, I’ll let you do it again and again, but only if you show me what a cock slut I’ve got and how much you love playing with a real one.”
His underwear.
He was.
That was.
Oh wow.
“Yes, you’re so pretty when you’re licking your lips and making such needy sounds.” Sir released his cock, pushing his tight briefs down to offer his cock and balls up for me to worship. “What do you say?”
I.
He.
“Thank you, Sir.” He stroked his cock but made hisnot enoughsound. I had to be good to get my reward. Yes. I couldbe good. “Thank you for letting me…for letting me worship your cock. I…I was your good boy and you let me pick my reward. And…and I’m your cock slut.”
Yes.
That had to be enough.
“Oh, good boy.” Sir’s happy sound made me squirm and whine, but he was so proud of me he pulled my head down to his beautiful cock. “Kiss and let me hear how a slut begs for a cock.”
The room started spinning like I was getting ready for liftoff, but I kissed the tip and let the crazy feeling take over even more. I had a real cock to play with and a Master who said I was his slut and who was going to keep me and use me.
Yes, that was all that mattered.
“Thank you, Sir.” Part of my brain sighed and pointed out how long it’d been since I felt so incredible and full, but I didn’t want to let that part take over. The floating, spinning feeling was the best and there were no words there. “Please let me worship you.”
Yes, a real cock should be worshipped.
That was such a good word.
“Oh, good boy.” Master stroked his hand over my head, making a pleased sound that went right through me. “What are you going to do first, hmm? Are you going to nuzzle it or kiss it? Cute little licks? What’s my slut’s favorite way to worship a cock?”
He knew I wanted things.
He expected me to want things.
How could he know that?
“I…” It was my reward. I could ask for whatever I wanted. I was a good boy. “Smell it. I…I want to nuzzle you first and…and smell you.”
He was always so…so manly and strong, and he…he always smelled like a Master.
“Such a sweet slut. I’m going to enjoy that.” Master stroked my head again, making a pleased sound as he inched my face closer to the base of his cock and rubbed me against him. “You look so good like that, pretty boy.”
No more hiding.
No more wanting.
No more worrying.
No more thinking.
There were just scents and his touch and his cock.
