His to Keep II:
Curiosity
Satisfied
Ms.
Zara Black
Smashwords
Edition
Copyright 2012 Ms. Zara Black
His to Keep
Book 2
Curiosity Satisfied
One week had passed since he’d done it. One week since that afternoon rendezvous with Allen, a man his internal monologue simply called “Sir”. Blushing under Allen’s touch at the nearby cafe, Jake had only a moment before he was whisked off to a private dungeon like he’d only seen in the most extravagant bondage videos.
The man had strapped Jake down and made him soak his own briefs with cum… only to make him lick them clean. A week ago, Jake thought he was straight, maybe a little curious. Now, he’d been fed his own cum by another man, and was daydreaming about being fed someone else’s. He blushed - it all felt so wrong, in the most arousing sort of way.
Jake sighed, closing his word processor. He’d been home from class for hours, and hadn’t made a scratch in his work for the day. Every now and then, he’d fiddle with his phone, flipping through his inboxes, but there would be nothing from Sir.
He’d been clicking his bookmark of Allen’s KinkNet profile a lot in the past few days - he made his way to the photo gallery again, stopping to look at the pictures of Allen in his leathers, a boy in restraints kneeling happily at his feet. He wanted to be that boy - he wanted to be able to call Allen “Master”.
As Jake clicked to the next picture, the “new message” icon turned red. Suddenly, it felt like time itself had stopped. Jake gulped, moving to open the message.
I’m free tonight - are you ready to continue your training?
Say the word and I’ll be right over to pick you up.
-A
Jake typed his response of “Yes Sir!” and sent it off before he could even think, his heart rate rising. Nervous, excited apprehension overwhelmed him, just like the first time he’d been about to meet Allen. He rushed to his closet, changing into a nicer shirt and his good shoes. He didn’t figure he’d be in them for long, but he wanted to impress Sir at every turn. In a flash, that week that had felt like forever was nothing more than a moment. It was only a few minutes before he heard a honk from outside. Rushing to the door, Jake hastily locked up after himself. Waiting for him at the curb was Allen’s gleaming black sports car. Jake nearly skipped down the path, unable to hide his excitement. With a touch, the door slid open, and he climbed in.
“Good to see you again, boy.”
“Y-you too, Sir.”
………
Allen placed his hand on Jake’s thigh, smiling to himself as the boy’s cheeks went pink. He’d had a long, tiring week at work, and breaking in a “straight” boy’s mouth was his kind of start to the weekend. When they’d last met, he’d hinted to Jake what might be coming next. If he knew anything about Jake’s type, the boy probably spent the whole week daydreaming about it.
While he made small talk, Allen slid his hand between Jake’s thighs, moving up with every bump of the road. Eventually, he had his hand firmly over the bulge that had formed in Jake’s jeans. He’s putty in my hands already… looks like I’ll be speeding things up a bit, Allen thought to himself. He’d planned on taking things especially slow, to avoid spooking the boy’s uneasiness about being with another man - but it looked like he wouldn’t need to, now. Given permission and a safe place away from prying eyes, Jake had opened right up.