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“Stay, get used to it, just relax and take it slow.” I pull back just a little, then nudge further. “Breathe through your nose.” I repeat the process over and over, saliva is pouring from the sides of mouth, dripping down his chin. Tears streak down his cheeks as he tries and tries to take me deeper. “Such a good boy, you look so beautiful, stuffed full of my cock. I’m so pleased with you. You can do it, you can take me all the way.”
I stroke my hands through his hair and grip it tightly, holding him in place, and with a final push, I get past and into his throat. I loosen the grip on his hair to feel my dick lodged in his pipe. I don’t leave it too long and pull back and out of his mouth. Noah gulps air into his mouth, breathing heavily, then opens up again.
“Suck,” I instruct him, letting him take over. I’m not surprised at the lack of skill, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. His cheeks hollow as he pulls me deep again, his tongue swirling around the head and up the length of my rock-hard shaft.
My orgasm builds, the tingle in my balls as they draw up into my body, ready to shoot. The first spurt has him choking. I pull out, coating his tongue, and then as I withdraw completely, I spray his lips and cheeks with the remains of my cum.
“Perfect, such a good boy. You look beautiful covered in my spunk.” I lean down and lick at the sticky salty mess, cleaning his face, then feeding it back to him. He sucks keenly on my tongue, making my dick twitch again.
When the kiss ends, Noah smiles at me. “Thank you, Sir.”
God, this feels so right. Like I’ve been waiting for him, everything I’ve done, all that I’ve learnt is so I’m ready for him. “I want to fuck you so much right now, but I think we’ve done enough tonight.”
“I want you too. I don’t want this to end.” His words come out in a rasp, his throat sore from the intrusion. I don’t want his achievements lost because all he’ll think about is being fucked for the first time.
“It’s not ending, boy. You’ve done so well, but I know you’re tired and probably sore. We’re going to take a shower and then I need to feed you. You’ll sleep here with me tonight, and tomorrow, we’ll try some other things.”
I hold out my hand for him and help him stand up. It’s only then that I notice the wet patch on his stomach and thighs. “Oh dear, boy. What have you done?”
The blush on his cheeks as he casts his eyes down says all I need to know. “I’m sorry, Sir. I couldn’t stop it.”
“Any other time this happens, you’ll be punished. You are not allowed to come without my permission. I’ll let you off this one last time.”
I lead him to the bathroom. As I turn on the light, Noah looks in the mirror, and whatever he sees makes him happy. He smiles shyly when I meet his gaze in the mirror. “What’s making you smile?”
“You wrecked me, Sir.” His lips are red and swollen, there are remnants of cum and tears smeared on his face, and his eyes are red. He’s right, he looks thoroughly debauched.
I reach for him, pulling his naked body against mine. “This is just the beginning.”
“Noah, can you lock the door, please?” Saint calls out from his office.
It’s been a couple of days since we started my training. I’m getting better at blowing him but still struggle to take him completely. I look at the clock on the wall above all the tattoo designs; it’s only two o’clock. I know we both have appointments this afternoon, and I’m working late tonight. I follow his command though and lock the door. As I turn back into the room, Saint is standing with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs wide. He looks powerful and strong as he exudes his Dom status.
“In my office now, boy.” God, his voice has my dick twitching in my jeans, and as much as I want to stare at him, drink in all his gorgeous tattoos that cover muscles defined by years of training, I almost sprint into his room.
Should I strip? It’s obvious that this is not a quick staff meeting—this is training. The sound of my heart pounding fills my ears as my pulse rises. I drop to my knees and keep my head down and wait.
“Good boy. Take your shirt off,” Saint says as he strokes my hair back and grabs it, pulling my head up to look at him. His jeans are open, and his cock is hard, standing proud fromhis body. The tip slick with precum is making my mouth water. “Open your mouth, boy.”
I pull my T-shirt over my head, then straighten up but stay on my knees. His cock is in line with my mouth, and like the other times, I kiss the head, then open my mouth. My throat is still a little sore, but the idea of him fucking my face, teaching me to control my gag reflex is too sexy to care about any pain. “We don’t have much time, so don’t take too long.”
There’s not much more I can do except nod and moan around the length that is already hitting the back of my mouth. I try to relax as he plunges in and out, going deeper with each thrust. I cough, spluttering the saliva that has filled my mouth. Saint pulls out and lifts my chin up with his forefinger. “Breathe, you can take me.”
I nod and open my mouth again, ignoring all the spit coating my chin. I realise now why I had to take my top off. In between his hard thrusts, he lets me suck and lick his shaft. Drawing his precum from the slit makes me moan, I want more. I want his cum. I put my hands behind my back and open as wide as I can. “Fuck, boy. I’m going to come. Do you deserve my load? Have you been good enough to swallow all I give you, or should you spend the rest of the day and your appointment with my cum over your face?”
Christ, the idea of that has me groaning, but we agreed to not let this interfere with my work. It only takes a couple more minutes for him to shudder out his orgasm, groaning loudly as he pours into my mouth. I swallow, gulping the warm, salty fluid down as quickly as I can, sucking the head until Saint pulls free. I sink back down, sitting on my heels as I try to even out my breathing. Saint tucks his dick back in his jeans and does them back up.
“Clean yourself up, boy,” is all he says before walking away.
Deflated, I stand up, shaking my legs out after being on my knees for so long. Is that all he’s going to say? I suppose it’s all part of learning, part of being humiliated, it still stings, though. I grab my T-shirt and go into the bathroom, where I fill the sink with warm water and wash my face and neck. When I look in the mirror, I look wrecked: my mouth swollen, my eyes puffy from the tears pouring down my cheeks. I look like I’ve just had my face fucked, and I get the feeling this is exactly what Saint wanted. For all to see.
Saint ignores me for the rest of the day, not even saying goodbye when he leaves after his last client. We agreed to not let this mix with work. I can’t help but think I’ve done something wrong, that he’s having second thoughts about this whole relationship. He’s changed his mind. The fucker hasn’t even had the decency to talk to me about it. Well, fuck him.
I switch off all thoughts of Saint so I can do my work properly, turning up the music, letting Linkin Park fill the room. My client is a good guy, easy to talk to and knows exactly what he wants. The large swirling Celtic design over the whole of his upper arm is going to be outstanding when it’s finished, and I can probably do that with one more visit.
When I’m finished, and he’s all wrapped up, the next appointment is in the diary, I lock the door behind him. Usually, I like this part of the night, cleaning up my station, emptying all the bins, then washing the floor. It’s peaceful. Only tonight, my head is full of how I can work here now that I’ve been rejected. This is all I’ve ever wanted to do, and I knew my place was here. Now though, it’s not the same. Finally, everything is done, I can lock up and leave.
The walk home doesn’t appeal tonight. Instead, I stop at the bus stop just up the road. I’m not sure when the next one is due, but they’re regular enough that I know I won’t have to wait long. And I’m right. I see it approach and step to the kerb ready for it to stop. Just before I step on, I look back down towards the studio. Saint is standing at the front, his hands in his pockets. I don’t know what he’s doing, probably checking I’ve locked up properly.
