Anthony walked to the sideboard in the room and opened a drawer, pulling out several necessary items as Francois began to undress. Once Francois was naked, he stood once again at the side of the bed. Anthony stood behind him and covered his eyes with a silken blindfold, tying it securely at the back.
“Put your arms behind your back,” he ordered the young man. Francois complied and Anthony swiftly tied his wrists together with silken ties. Anthony moved around to the front of the naked young man. Putting his hands upon the man’s shoulders, he forced him to his knees. Francois was very compliant and Anthony loved his submissive posture. Francois remained silent as Anthony opened the fastenings of his britches, at mouth level with the small submissive. His cock poked out of the flap almost instantly, rampant and red, leaking precome down its length. He proceeded to brush the wet tip back and forth over Francois’ lips until the man sighed, obviously wanting to taste him but waiting until Anthony gave the go ahead. This pleased Anthony greatly.
“Lick it, just the head,” he growled. Francois’ slender tongue snaked out and touched the tip, working its way into the slit as Anthony held it steadily against the man’s mouth. Anthony heard him sigh as he licked a drop of precome out of the slit and tasted him. On the second pass, Anthony watched as Francois opened his lips just ever so slightly and began sliding them just partway over the tip, using his tongue to flick over and around Anthony’s tiny hole. Anthony shivered; the man certainly knew what he was doing. He reached down and curled his fingers into the man’s hair, exactly the way he’d done in his fantasy. He pulled Francois harder onto his cock, forcing just a little more in.
“Suck it now, boy. Suck it until I come and then swallow all of my seed.” The young man opened his lips wider and Anthony’s cock slipped inside. The captain was a large man, tall, muscled and lean but he never stripped to show his body to the submissive’s he used. It was completely unnecessary, just as kissing was unnecessary. He’d fallen into that trap once before and been burned badly. So Anthony played this way. He watched as his cock tunneled in and out of the boy’s mouth. Francois cock, though smaller than Anthony’s, was more than adequate and very hard. It bobbed between his legs, dripping precome. Francois obviously loved sucking cock. Good. Someone has trained him well. He will do well here.
“Suck harder, boy. I’m going to come,” Anthony growled. “There! Swallow, boy! Swallow!” Anthony’s cock throbbed and his climax shot out of him. He watched as the boy’s throat worked to swallow the thick load that he shot. He pulled the hairs on Francois head and the young man moaned. Anthony yanked him off his cock. “Enough.” He sat back on the bed and watched Francois’ lowered head as he fastened his own britches. Leaning forward, Anthony told him to bend his head foreword and the boy complied, bending all the way forward. Anthony swiftly removed the blindfold and wrist bindings. The boy didn’t look up.
“Now, stroke yourself but don’t come until I tell you.” Francois took his own cock in hand and began to stroke it slowly, his eyes downcast, sweat beading on his skin. The Captain could tell that the young man was struggling not to come. He must love being controlled as much as Anthony loved controlling. In a way, the Captain liked this part more than the act itself. The power over another, held much to be desired. He loved watching the way they obeyed, this endless string of submissive men that at every command, did just what he told them to. The boy moaned and Anthony knew he was close. The head of his cock was purple, his balls drawn up tight. Anthony finally relented.
“Come boy!” Anthony said ever so softly.
The boy instantly came, shooting an impressive arc of white onto the floor at the Captain’s feet. Anthony heard his gasp as a second load shot out of his cock as the boy slowed his stroking. Anthony reached over and ran his hands through Francois silky hair, stroking him. Francois arched into the caress like a satisfied kitten.
“Good boy,” Anthony praised. “Look at me.” Francois lifted his face and stared up at the man who was his client this evening. “You may speak,” Anthony said.
Francois gave a tentative smile. “Thank you, Master,” he whispered. His speech was heavily accented with French. The sound sent a shiver through Anthony.
