What I Will Call You

Boy. That is what I will call you. When you’re on your knees. Mouth full. Spit slippery on silicone. Hands behind your back. Where I told you to keep them. Looking up at me, so I can see how much you want to please me.

Don’t think I can’t see the question in your eyes. You want to know how well you’re doing, don’t you? You’re waiting for me to say it.

Don’t be so cheeky! You need to earn that, boy. Just keep going.

Who knows what else you might earn tonight. If you prove yourself worthy. You are desperate, I have seen it in the way you try to please me. But not just any boy can earn his place here with me.

That’s it. Don’t stop.

Grab me with your hand now too, get a good grip there on the base.

Now take me into your throat. That’s it.

I’ll see you getting greedy, that hungry way you start to suck. I will know then how hard your boycock will be getting. I’ll want to keep fucking your face. But I won’t want to spoil you.

That’s enough, boy.

Don’t pout or you won’t be getting anymore, do you understand?

I’ll give you a little kick with my boots, push you away from me, so you fall backwards and have to steady yourself. My boot will push down on your thigh, dig in until your face contorts slightly. You’ll try not to let it show. You’re too...