Just kept.”Sean chuckled darkly.“You’d like that?”“Yes, Sir.”“You’d lie there all night, stuffed and shaking, while I sat on your back and watched TV.”“Yes, Sir.”“Fucking sick.”Then he thrust forward again—full depth, hard enough to knock the air out of me.“You’re lucky I’m not done.”Sean pulled out without a word.No slap. Gay sex Each movement was met with a wet sound, spit pooling at the corners of my lips, sliding down my chin.He slapped my face with his free hand.“You look like you belong here.”He pulled out, grabbed my face with one hand, and spit into my mouth again.“You know what this is?”“Y-your mark, Sir.”“It’s what you’re worth. He stopped moving.“Don’t test me.”I swallowed hard.“I once came imagining I was being kept by a frat house.”Sean raised an eyebrow. The tension in his arms told me he could have kept fucking—but he didn’t. For your cum. I moaned, desperate and useless.“You’d suck me clean in front of HR if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”“Yes, Sir!”“Of course you would.”He shoved himself deeper, spit flying from his lips onto my back.“You’re not a man. Don’t breathe loud.”He pulled back—agonizingly slow—and then froze again halfway out. Recycled.Made into a vessel that served itself back to its owner.“You’ll do it again,” Sean said.
