I had a hard-on all the way home, and as soon as we were both through my front door, Leo undid my belt, unzipped my fly, and slid my pants and underwear off my hips. I barely had time to put down my briefcase and jacket before he’d bent me over the arm of my couch.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, pretending to grind into me. “Your ass is even more amazing than I anticipated.”
He gently but firmly grabbed me by the waist and slid me off the couch’s arm. In a flash, he had me on the floor with my legs in the air. He fervently unbuttoned my work shirt and loosened my tie with his teeth.
“Your body is so smooth and muscular. I have to touch you everywhere.” He kissed me on the lips. It was an exciting and almost unfamiliar sensation. Mike hadn’t kissed me ever. Leo was indeed touching me all over, but more and more his hands lingered on my ass and cock.
“Your master really owns you, doesn’t he, boy? You’re completely shaved and smooth down here. He must love fucking you.”
“Yes, sir, but if you’re going to love fucking me, you need to let me up long enough to get to my bedroom where the condoms are.”
“No I don’t because I’ll carry you.”
He lifted me with one hand and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman’s mate. The feeling of helplessness thrilled me and made my head light, almost dizzy.
“Easy, big fella,” I said. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Not a chance,” he said, caressing my back with his free hand. “Whoa.” He got his first glimpse of my bedroom. “Handcuffs, ball gag, lengths of chain. I guess those two metal poles on either side of your mattress are so a guy can tie your legs in the air until you’ve saved up enough for a four-poster bed?”
I laughed as he set me down on my mattress. “Of course if he ties me up that whole time, I’ll never get to work and never get that bed.”
“But then he never has to stop fucking you.” |
