Page 80 of Reinventing Cato
“You’re the boss. Make them believe you.”
“Hmm.”
“Like to do something fun with my mouth?” Cato asked.
Vigge ran a finger over Cato’s lips. “That beautiful, cheeky, sexy mouth? How could I say no?”
“One rule, though, to earn your star.”
Vigge waited.
“I need lots of verbal encouragement and I don’t want you to shut up if anyone comes into the bathroom. You can’t be seen in here, only heard. My mouth will be full most of the time, but I won’t use your name, so…?”
Vigge nodded, then tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat. He leaned back against the wall. Cato pulled several lengths of paper off the toilet roll and laid them on the floor before he knelt down. Vigge sucked in a breath as Cato unbuttoned him and eased down his zip.
“Maybe I didn’t make it clear about the encouragement,” Cato said. “It’s compulsory and it starts now.” He ran his finger around Vigge’s navel.
“Warm, getting warmer,” Vigge said. “Heading in the right direction.”
Cato laughed. “How old are you? Five?” He pulled down Vigge’s jeans until they pooled around his ankles, then leaned in to nuzzle the hard bulge in his shorts.
Vigge gave a shaky sigh. “Oh God. Don’t stop.”
“Sure? I mean you don’t sound as if you mean it.”
Vigge’s laugh was choked off when Cato pressed his face into his groin and dragged the back of his index finger up the length of Vigge’s cock. Somehow, that layer of material made the sensation more intense. Cato hooked his fingers under Vigge’s arse and pulled him against his face.
“Fuck,” Vigge gasped. “You’re driving me crazy. It was worth driving all the way from Scotland. Just for your mouth.”
Cato chuckled and Vigge moved his hands to Cato’s face, his fingers grazing his jaw, running along the edge of Cato’s teeth before sliding into his hair. Cato shifted his hands to Vigge’s stomach and his fingertips skated over his abs before dropping to grip the waistband of his shorts. One swift yank, his shorts joined his jeans and his cock sprang free.
Vigge heard the door of the bathroom open and tensed.
“Tell me what you want,” Cato whispered.
Vigge hesitated.
“Master? Have I displeased you? Tell me how to make amends.” Cato grinned at him and Vigge mouthed a curse.
“Want me to get up?” Cato’s eyes glittered.
“Suck me.” Vigge groaned.
“Can’t hear you!”
“Suck me,” he said more loudly.
“Still can’t hear you.”
Vigge was torn between anxiety and laughter. “Get my cock down your throat, boy. Now!” he snapped.
Boy?Cato mouthed. “But it’s so big.”
“I know. Deal with it.”
Cato shook with laughter. “Thank you, Master. You’re so generous.” He gripped the soft skin of Vigge’s cock, slid it down so that the folds disappeared to expose the head, then dragged it back up gathering precome from the tip. Vigge came up on his toes.
“Oh Christ.” Vigge’s voice was hoarse. “Could I not have been clearer? Wrap your lips around my cock and suck it. Hard. Now. Want me to shove it down your throat?”
