The rest comes off.”Parker obeyed.—Damien led Parker down a short hallway to a spare bedroom—simple but unmistakably prepared for more than just guests. Gay porn “Shirt can stay. You’ve been a very good boy.”Part Five: The Walk of ObedienceDamien helped Parker dress—shorts barely containing the Safari bulk, shirt tugged over the waistband. The deep ache of denial and the quiet thrill of being exposed—at least a little. The next struck his cheek, followed by a third that painted his nose and upper lip. Damien’s voice didn’t drop.“Careful there, baby boy,” he said loudly. A blank message thread.“On your way home, I want a picture. Somewhere public. Damien crossed to the cabinet and ran his fingers along the shelves of carefully arranged diaper packages. The thick girth stretched his jaw wide. Not ever.”Parker whimpered around him, sucking harder. As Parker reached the door, Damien stopped him.“One more thing.”He handed Parker his phone. Slowly.”Parker freed Damien’s cock and leaned in slowly, licking the underside of the shaft from base to tip. Wipes, powder, fingers brushing the cage, behind his balls, his thighs, back to front.
