Sex in C Major
Chapter 96

He closed his eyes, and sucked.

He worked at the captured cock like a professional whore, focusing every part of his being on the way its owner breathed and groaned. He could map the rapid beats of the pulse in the shaft and taste pleasure-bitter and sharp-beginning to pool in the back of his mouth. He would swallow, this time. He would do it properly. Well. And Daz would be pleased with him. Would-

Pull him away?

Stefan frowned, opening his mouth to argue as he was pulled off that wet shaft-then buckled when he was pushed over onto the carpet, turned onto his front, and his hips dragged back. When that heavy cock pressed against his other lips instead.

And waited.

Paused.

Stefan pushed his hands under himself, and settled. On all fours. Head down, out of the way. His master wanted the porn, after all. He was a body. A toy. An aid to masturbation, and nothing else.

And God, it felt so good. To push himself back, inch by painstaking inch, onto that hard cock. To feel it sink into him, deep and devastating. To be dragged along it until it was fully seated and then, when his master made no sound, to drag himself to the tip again, and sink back down.

Stefan fucked himself on his master's cock, and felt his own coming to life at the sensation

This was what he had become and he wanted it. Jesus, he wanted it. He was fucking himself on a man's dick, with chains around his limbs, while said man ignored him and watched lesbian porn over his head. And it felt incredible. The slide of a cock inside of him, the submissive bow of his head to better his master's view-he was a doll, a Fleshlight, a hole to fuck itself like it was a mere machine with a power button...

The sofa creaked. The cock inside of him shifted. Hands gripped his hips.

"Faster."

Stefan obeyed. The hands holding him shortened the motion. It was harder. Shallower. Hands began to worry at his skin-the first slap on his arse made him flush with embarrassment horror as he felt the flesh shudder. But the groan of ecstasy behind him made it worth it.

It was all worth it, if his master enjoyed it.

Because because he did.

Stefan was fucking himself on his owner's cock, and enjoying the way his owner enjoyed it.

This-

Wasn't this better?

Giving Daz pleasure? What was so bad about this? Was this really worse than than cold nights in a dirty flat? Than blowing Dean for weed, or strangers for K? How could they be better than this-the thick rod inside of him, the feeling of being filled and useful, being the cause of the heavy grunt and the hot, wet climax inside?

The cock slipped free.

Two fingers pushed into its place, and began to work the cum free. It slid down Stefan's legs. Hot. Dirty.

His mouth watered as he imagined being made to lick it from Daz's fingers-but he didn't ask. He bowed his head to the carpet, and stayed. Waiting. Arse in the air, and being idly fingered.

After a while, his master got up and walked away. Had a shower upstairs. Came back and began to make dinner. Called someone on the phone about a house.

Stefan stayed entirely still, feeling the prickle of drying cum inside and outside, and simply breathed.

He had enjoyed it.

And-and maybe that...was all he needed to do? 35

"Why do you sleep with Daz?"

Stefan's voice sounded loud in the peaceful quiet of the living room-but Daz wasn't home to punish him for talking out of turn. And Yannis, sitting at the table and poring over his university textbooks, simply glanced up with a vaguely disinterested expression.

"I don't."

"You did last week. I heard you from my-my bed."

"Your cage."

Stefan blinked. Oddly, the term didn't feel so horrible.

"My cage."

"He was in a particularly affectionate mood."

"But...even when he is...why do you do it? If you don't like it?"

Yannis raised an eyebrow. "Because I like him more than I dislike sex."

Stefan chewed on the corner of his lip. "So...so you don't...you do it just because he likes it? You do it just for him?"

"I suppose so, yes."

"But how can you have an entire sex life just for him?"

Yannis put down his pen and sighed. He got up, stretching, then padded to the sofa and flopped down on his front, turning so that his face, pressed flat to the seat cushion, was only a foot or two from Stefan's own.

"What's this about?"

Stefan fidgeted.

"You can talk to me or I can text him at work saying "

"Last night, he fucked me and I felt like I should hate it because he was watching porn and just...basically wanking into me, but he got off and he liked it, so I felt like...it was good. Nice. Even though he literally just...you know. Shoved into me a few times and came."

Yannis grimaced.