i_am_your_host | upstairs - a fop and a slave boy

"I- oh fuck!" He arches his neck back as Emcee pulls at his hair. "I won't. You might own me but you can force me to want this." Which he does. Painfully much. He adjust his knees, spreading them wider to take the pressure off his own hard-on. "Sir."

Emcee raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, can't I?"

He lets go of his hair. With a graceful, sweeping motion of his fingers he strokes Jay's cheek and caresses his jaw. And then he grips his jaw firmly (not firmly enough to be painful, but just enough to show Jay where this might be going).

"Your tongue."

Jay looks up at him, eyes blazing and lips clenches closed, daring Emcee to grip tighter.

But after a long moment he relents with a half sob, half moan. He extends his tongue, panting roughly.

Emcee does curl his lip in a snarl and he gives Jay's face a little shake.

"That's a good boy," he says when Jay finally obeys.

Still holding his jaw to keep his head in place, he drags the underside of his cock over his tongue, exhaling a long, low purr.

Jay moans softly, those defiant eyes lowering a little to focus of the hot skin being dragged over his tongue.

He moves a hesitant hand, as if to touch himself.

Emcee immediately pushes his face away with a sharp, "Ah-ah!"

No touch, no lick.

Jay whimpers and moves his hands back behind him, the two gold cuffs at his wrists touching as those on his upper arms show off his biceps beautifully.

He shifts his knees again, his cock chafing against the silk.

"Very good," he murmurs.

The sight of his muscled shoulders and arms locked behind him is very good indeed, and the tissue thin silk concealing nothing behind it is even better.

Emcee takes his jaw again. Emcee's cock is also obviously harder.

"Now, my pet. Do you still want this?"

"I won't. Beg." Jay mutters through clenches teeth, his shoulder tight. But he stretches out his tongue all the same.

Emcee tsk, tsk, tsks at him, shaking his head.

"Alas, I don't think you want it at all," he sighs dramatically, as he holds Jay's face out of reach while sliding his satin-covered fingers up and down his shaft.

His thick, curling eyelashes flutter, his red lips part in a moan.

Jay whines, arms bulging to keep himself from touching his own cock, the silk wet where it touches his tip.

"Sir-" He cuts himself off, trying desperately to swallow his pride. "Please?"

Emcee leans down a little bit, turning an ear toward him.

"Excuse me, what was that?" he teases.

"Sir, please?" Again, through gritted teeth.

He squeezes his jaw just a fraction.

"Nicely."

Jay grunts softly, eyes widening with a sudden realisation.

We'll come back to that in a moment.

He looks up at Emcee with eyes still brazing but more with lust than anything else. "Please, sir?" Jaw still clenched somewhat. "Please fuck me."

"Hm."

Emcee lets him go with a light shove and stands back. One hand on his hip, the other still grasping his cock.

"Let's see if I can fuck some manners into you, my dear little pet. Get up and bend over the bed."

Jay rises without moving his hands from behind his back and moves to the bed. He rests one knee on the cover, bending forward but holding his chest off the mattress.

Silk across his rear sits over the globes of his ass, showing off the curves and just a hint of flesh at his hips. And a flash of gold as he leans forward. Yep, the costume comes with a matching cock-ring that sits snugly around the base of his shaft and around the top of his balls.

As Jay gets up and the skirts shift and waft around his legs, he does a bit of a double-take at the flash of gold.

Was that a...?

Why, yes. Yes, it is.

Delightful.

No wonder the poor boy was straining.

Jay can't see it but Emcee is smiling, his character broken for a second or two, as he stands behind him. It takes him a few moments to get back into it, as he runs his fingertips down Jay's back, following the strong curve of his spine.

He then draws the silk aside like a curtain to reveal that perfect ass.

And he grasps his hips, aligning himself. Teasing him.

"What do you say, my pet?"

Jay moans, losing the tight hold of his abs for a moment, his chest brushes the satin quilt cover as those gloved fingers stroke him. "Please. Sir." He groans, his voice breaking a little.

"Mmhmm..."

Holding his hips firmly, he pushes the tip of his cock into him with a breathy growl.

"What do you say now?"

Jay lets out a whimpering sigh, twitching roughly. He's now into the so hard it hurts stage. "Please! Fuck, please!"

And so he does, thrusting into him nearly to the root. Adjusting his grip and his stance, he thrusts again, exhaling a half-growl, half-moan.

The satin breeches and the embroidered edges of his coat rub against the bare skin of Jay's ass and thighs with every movement of his hips.

Just as the retraining rings of the cuffs and collar chime with every trust. Jay's hands ball in fists in an effort to keep them where they are. The way he's holding himself off the bed gives all power, all control to Emcee.

It also shows off his beautiful back and shoulder muscles.

Emcee bites his lower lip with a groan as he increases the pace.

Jay moans with every thrust, sweat forming and beading in the hollows of his back and between his shoulders. The ring has him too tight to cum, as least until Emcee removes it so all he can do is hold on and right out the pleasure of being fucked senseless by Emcee.

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