Something more complete.Jason’s body began to tremble, his thighs tensing. Cold, blunt, vile.And before I could even form a thought, Sean’s voice cut through the room.“No.”It was quiet. Gay sex You want to please your Master, don’t you?”I whimpered against him, the word Master sending a spike through my chest. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop. But final in a way that stopped everything.Jason looked over, one brow arched. I might take him home.”Sean’s voice was quiet. It poured from him like it had been building up all day.I swallowed again. Furniture. But it was the context, the filth, that pushed me closer with terrifying speed.Jason moaned above me, leaning back into the seat, shifting his weight to grind harder against my face. I swallowed it down. Furniture. I bet you’d eat a man out after he shit if Sean told you to.”The words punched through me.But I didn’t stop. I swallowed it down. No deviations. On staying in motion.Each flick of my tongue carried me deeper into something I couldn’t quite name—humiliation, maybe, or devotion, or both.
