on speaker.”
“What?” Eldridge
sputtered.
“You heard me, take it
out and let’s take the edge off before I see you tonight.”
Eldridge did as Dalton
commanded. Sweats off and cock in hand he waited for Dalton’s next command.
“I want you to stroke
yourself from bottom to top nice and slow. Up and down with a firm grip, but
not too firm. You are not to come until I say you can. Understood?” Eldridge
nodded as he stroked himself, but quickly realized Dalton could not see him.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied.
“Good boy. Now, are you
leaking?”
“Yes, Sir,” Eldridge
breathed.
Dalton continued. “Take
the drops and swirl them around that beautiful bulbous head. I want it nice and
wet for me. So next time when we are together, I can lick the sweet drops off
myself.”
“Dalton, I’m close. My
balls feel like they are on fire.” Eldridge’s breath hitched as he spoke
through the phone.
“Not yet. I want you to
slather a finger good and wet in your mouth, until it’s dripping with your
spit. Then rim your rosy hole and slip the tip in, just the tip. Keep stoking
though.”
What
am I thinking? I’m having phone sex with the man who wants me with every fiber
in his being. And damn it, I want him too. So, phone sex
was now going to be on the list of his new favorite things to do.
“That’s it, I can hear
you breathing heavily now.”
“Yes,” Eldridge moaned.
“Please.”
“Place the finger all
the way in and find your prostate, touch it lightly. Grip your cock harder and
move up and down, stopping at the head and dipping into your slit. One of these
days I’m going to put a cock ring on you, so you’ll be at my mercy and I can
play with that slit as much as I want. Maybe one day, I’ll even use one of my favorite sounds—the one that's
ribbed—and about quarter of an inch round on you. I bet you'd go crazy when I
slide the rod in and fuck your hole with it.”
Eldridge was so turned
on he knew that he sounded like a cheap four dollar whore, who needed a quickie
to take the edge off. He didn’t care. Dalton was driving him mad with need and
the man hadn’t even touched him. Physically, at least, not this time. But mentally? Dalton was all in Eldridge’s space and mind.
The man had blown in like a tropical storm bearing down on the islands and was
hovering over with no relief in sight. Fuck!
“Dalton,
Sir, please. Please let me come! I need…I can’t…”
Eldridge could not finish his thoughts or sentences as the fire in his loins
flamed higher. But the need to please the man who mastered him was greater, so
he tried and held fast.
“Eldridge, listen to me
very carefully. Keep your finger in your ass and release your cock, Little
One.” El moaned in despair. “Now I want you to take you free hand, your pinky
finger to be exact, and dip it in your slit while your other finger is in your
ass.”
Just as Eldridge did as
Dalton commanded, he heard the word he needed. “Come.” The stimulation from the
finger on his prostrate and the delving into his slit, threw him into a spasm.
Coupled with that wonderful word that took him over the edge from his
soon-to-be master, he released his desire in spurts.
Eldridge shouted
Dalton’s name through the speaker on the cell phone as his hole clenched his
finger in a tight grip and ribbon after ribbon of cum shot from his cock.
“Dalton, mast…” He almost said the word, but held his tongue. Deep down though,
he knew that Dalton Peters already mastered him. It would just be a matter of
time before he allowed the man to do so formally.
“Little
One? El…you there, baby?”
“Yeah, that was
something. I’ve never felt like that before. Hell, I’ve never done that
before.” He chuckled. “I’m a mess.” He looked down at his crotch and chest.
“I aim to please,
Little One. Go wash up, but no, and I mean no, touching yourself. I’ll know if
you do. Only I get to touch that beautiful cock anymore. Got it?”
“Got
it. See ya
“What?” Eldridge
sputtered.
“You heard me, take it
out and let’s take the edge off before I see you tonight.”
Eldridge did as Dalton
commanded. Sweats off and cock in hand he waited for Dalton’s next command.
“I want you to stroke
yourself from bottom to top nice and slow. Up and down with a firm grip, but
not too firm. You are not to come until I say you can. Understood?” Eldridge
nodded as he stroked himself, but quickly realized Dalton could not see him.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied.
“Good boy. Now, are you
leaking?”
“Yes, Sir,” Eldridge
breathed.
Dalton continued. “Take
the drops and swirl them around that beautiful bulbous head. I want it nice and
wet for me. So next time when we are together, I can lick the sweet drops off
myself.”
“Dalton, I’m close. My
balls feel like they are on fire.” Eldridge’s breath hitched as he spoke
through the phone.
“Not yet. I want you to
slather a finger good and wet in your mouth, until it’s dripping with your
spit. Then rim your rosy hole and slip the tip in, just the tip. Keep stoking
though.”
What
am I thinking? I’m having phone sex with the man who wants me with every fiber
in his being. And damn it, I want him too. So, phone sex
was now going to be on the list of his new favorite things to do.
“That’s it, I can hear
you breathing heavily now.”
“Yes,” Eldridge moaned.
“Please.”
“Place the finger all
the way in and find your prostate, touch it lightly. Grip your cock harder and
move up and down, stopping at the head and dipping into your slit. One of these
days I’m going to put a cock ring on you, so you’ll be at my mercy and I can
play with that slit as much as I want. Maybe one day, I’ll even use one of my favorite sounds—the one that's
ribbed—and about quarter of an inch round on you. I bet you'd go crazy when I
slide the rod in and fuck your hole with it.”
Eldridge was so turned
on he knew that he sounded like a cheap four dollar whore, who needed a quickie
to take the edge off. He didn’t care. Dalton was driving him mad with need and
the man hadn’t even touched him. Physically, at least, not this time. But mentally? Dalton was all in Eldridge’s space and mind.
The man had blown in like a tropical storm bearing down on the islands and was
hovering over with no relief in sight. Fuck!
“Dalton,
Sir, please. Please let me come! I need…I can’t…”
Eldridge could not finish his thoughts or sentences as the fire in his loins
flamed higher. But the need to please the man who mastered him was greater, so
he tried and held fast.
“Eldridge, listen to me
very carefully. Keep your finger in your ass and release your cock, Little
One.” El moaned in despair. “Now I want you to take you free hand, your pinky
finger to be exact, and dip it in your slit while your other finger is in your
ass.”
Just as Eldridge did as
Dalton commanded, he heard the word he needed. “Come.” The stimulation from the
finger on his prostrate and the delving into his slit, threw him into a spasm.
Coupled with that wonderful word that took him over the edge from his
soon-to-be master, he released his desire in spurts.
Eldridge shouted
Dalton’s name through the speaker on the cell phone as his hole clenched his
finger in a tight grip and ribbon after ribbon of cum shot from his cock.
“Dalton, mast…” He almost said the word, but held his tongue. Deep down though,
he knew that Dalton Peters already mastered him. It would just be a matter of
time before he allowed the man to do so formally.
“Little
One? El…you there, baby?”
“Yeah, that was
something. I’ve never felt like that before. Hell, I’ve never done that
before.” He chuckled. “I’m a mess.” He looked down at his crotch and chest.
“I aim to please,
Little One. Go wash up, but no, and I mean no, touching yourself. I’ll know if
you do. Only I get to touch that beautiful cock anymore. Got it?”
“Got
it. See ya
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