“On your knees Slave,” Anthony growled, helping Byron to maneuver into place between his spread legs. “Pull out my cock and suck me until I come,” his master growled. Byron flicked his gaze upward and then rapidly returned it to see to the task at hand, pulling Anthony’s large cock out so that he could suck the wide head into his mouth. Byron closed his eyes as his tongue flickered over just the slit gathering the precome that pooled there and savoring the tang of it as it slid across his tongue. The spongy head was next as he sucked it in, making his lips into a tight passage, causing Anthony’s dick to be squeezed as hard as it was when he was fucking his slave. Anthony growled and lowered his large hands to his slave’s white blond head, tangling his fingers in the silky, straight, shoulder-length strands, pulling gently. Byron loved the sting.
Byron bobbed on his master’s cock for a moment sucking harder and harder, scraping his teeth lightly on the down stroke, something he knew drove Master wild. There was nothing soft about this man, and a bit of rough was the way Anthony liked it. He certainly liked giving as well as getting and as Slave knelt at his master’s feet, his own cock bobbed, leaking precome to the ground in a thin string.
“That’s it Slave. I’m going to dump my seed in here.” Anthony brushed his thumb over Byron’s hollowed cheek, pausing as he hit a dimple. “You will take every drop. If it spills down your face, you will be punished; do you understand?” Anthony gasped and his fist tightened in his hair. Byron knew just how close he was. When Anthony took a hold of his jaw with one hand and began to come, Byron understood his game very well.
Byron groaned loudly as his tongue was hit with the first thick load of his master’s semen. He swallowed desperately, and wasn’t surprised at all when he deliberately pulled out from between his lips, shooting the rest of his white creamy load all over his tongue, lips, chin and cheeks. Byron desperately tried to catch as much as he could, lapping at his master’s cream like a kitten. Anthony sighed, and began to slide the head of his spent cock across Byron’s lips, at one point forcing the head and then the entire shaft past them, gagging his slave when the bulbous head hit the back of his throat. Master smiled at him as he held Byron’s head in place, intentionally gagging him a few more times. Byron’s eyes watered and tears rolled down his cheeks but he kissed the head of his cock as Master finally relented, pulling out.
“Good boy. Good boy,” Master praised with a sigh. Byron felt his own cock take the compliment seriously as it swelled and throbbed, leaking more precome onto the floor at his feet. His master seemed to notice his dilemma and as he continued to make a pass through the mess on his slave’s face; Byron shivered in ecstasy knowing that what was to come would be even better than being used like this. Master pulled him up to a standing position in front of him and began licking the spunk off of his slave’s chin and lips.
