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Chapter 15

Sparrow

I wake up still halfway stuck in a dream. An amazing dream. Louis is carrying me to the bedroom, sliding his cock into me, and whispering how good I am at taking it. I don’t want to wake up and realize it’s nothing but a dream, but I inevitably drift out of sleep, feeling happy, sated, and fucked out.

Fucked.

I sit up with a start.

I’m in a bed. Louis’s bed. And when I press my hips to the mattress, I feel it: a familiar soreness. It’s more pleasant than the stinging burn I used to get from Aaron’s rough handling, but still, it’s there.

Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream.

Wide-eyed, I turn around to find Louis sleeping next to me, his arm splayed out on the pillow where I just had my head. What he told me last night echoes back to me.

You’re my boy. This is my hole.

I’m his. Body and soul.

My mouth stretches into a hopelessly happy smile. This can’t be real, but it is. I’m his. He claimed me. My heart flutters in my chest, and the feelings rushing up my throat feel too strong to contain. It’s similar to how I felt during those first weeks at Madame’s, when Aaron had yet to show his true colors, and I didn’t yet know what he wanted with me. I feel like thousands of birds have flown into my chest, tickling me with their fluttering wings and nonstop chirping. It’s almost an unpleasant feeling, and like back then, I have a hard time knowing what to do about it.

But unlike back then, I can take refuge in the warm mass of Louis’s body. Snuggling into him, I lie on his arm and lean my face close enough that his beard tickles my chin. I inhale his scent and caress his hard, muscular arm, skittish in case he wakes up. I want to show him how I feel and make him understand how much he means to me…

At the same time, I don’t want to wake him up. What if he’s having a dream as pleasant as mine? And even after last night, I don’t know if he’ll be grumpy when he wakes up. I don’t know if he’ll give me the cold shoulder and act as if it never happened.

If he did, it would destroy me.

I have to show him my gratitude in some way, and the way I remember it, Aaron always wanted to have sex in the morning. We rarely slept in the same bed due to their small sizes, but he’d often crawl into my bed at daybreak, and I’d wake up from him touching me and his erection pressing against my ass.

I run a testing hand down the hairy length of Louis’s stomach, further, further, and…yeah, he’s hard. Not fully, but enough for my skin to tingle from the feel of his hot length brushing my hand. I reach further, enveloping my hand around his shaft, and it starts to slowly swell and harden in my grip.

I slide down under the covers and carefully lick at the head. Building up some saliva in my morning dry mouth, I open up further and take the head between my lips, suckling gently, feeling it swell further from my touch.

Still, Louis doesn’t seem to wake up, so I start to suck more intently. I’m mostly just holding his cock in my mouth, keeping it there, comforted by the weight of it on my tongue. It’s only when I slurp up the saliva and force him deeper into my mouth that Louis stirs, his big thighs shifting as he lies on his back. He lifts the covers, and I crawl between his legs and look up at him, my face half-hidden behind his shaft as I lick at his balls.

“Christ,” he mutters under his breath. He reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair, and I whimper with the force of his strength. “Feeling naughty this morning, are you, boy?”

I nod, tongue pressing against his slit before I swallow him back down. He grabs hold of my head, forces me further, and holds me there until I gag.

“Mm, fuck,” he groans, letting me up for air. “You are just perfect. Such a good, sweet boy.”

My eyes tear up—both from the pressure in my throat and from his words. Perfect. Yes. That’s exactly what I want to be for him. To be perfect, to be a good boy.

His hips jerk, and his cock swells in my mouth. “Gonna come soon,” he mutters. “Want to see you swallow.”

I make a muffled noise of assent around his cock, and the vibrations together with my quickening movements are what make him shoot. Hot cum spurts down my throat, thick and creamy. I make my greatest effort to swallow it all, but just like last time, some of it overflows and slides down his shaft. I pull off him to lick that up too.

Louis chuckles, an arm over his face as he catches his breath. “Good morning to you too.”

I crawl over his body, straddling him, and he grunts as I lay my full weight on top of his chest. “You were hard.”

“I’m sure I was.” Louis strokes my back, fingertips sliding up my spine. “But you know, you shouldn’t assume that just because I’m hard, you can start touching me like that when I’m not awake. There’s a thing called consent, you know?”

I frown, my heart kicking up a beat. “You mean…you didn’t want me to?”

“No, I don’t mean that, silly boy; I did want it, but it’s possible that I didn’t. Same thing goes for me; I wouldn’t just start to fuck you while you’re asleep unless we’ve talked about it first.”

“But…I would want that.” My voice thickens. I hate when I don’t understand what Louis is telling me. Makes me feel stupid, like I’ve done something wrong, and I hate feeling that way. It’s the way Aaron always made me feel. Whatever I did, whatever I said, it was never the right thing as far as he was concerned. “Are you angry with me?” The words hitch up my throat before I can stop them, and my eyes water in their wake.

“No, little Sparrow.” Louis presses a kiss on my forehead. “I’m not angry with you.” He strokes my hair, and I lean into the touch, desperate for the wordless reassurance.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

We stay like that for a long time—eyes closed, chest to chest, his hand stroking my hair. I revel in his warmth as my anxiety recedes.

“Do you have class today?” Louis asks eventually.

“Mm,” I mumble, not quite a yes but not a no either.

“Well, then you better go.”

“Don’t want to,” I whine. “Want to stay here with you.”

Louis grips my hair tighter. “Be good for me, okay? Or better yet, be good for yourself.” He noses into my neck, the heat of his breath ghosting against my ear. “Be warm. Be safe.”

“Louis,” I whimper. Lined up against him like this, I feel our difference in size more than ever—how my cock presses against his lower stomach and how I have to stretch my legs wide to straddle him properly. Makes me all dizzy and hot with want.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Rub yourself on me just like that.” His hand finds the dip of my back, and then further down, skirting over my hole. I whine and push myself against the finger, torn on what pleasure to chase—that of either my cock or my ass. When his finger slides inside—eased from the lube and the stretch from last night—I almost cry as my erection slides against his hairy stomach. I’ve been hard ever since I started to suck his cock, and it won’t take much to make me come.

“Sweet boy,” Louis mumbles. “Lovely boy. You’re going to come for me now. Come for me, little Sparrow.”

His finger punching in and out of me, my cock trapped between us, and his words showering me with praise…They all serve to light up the pleasure centers in my brain one by one, and I cry out as, with one last desperate jerk of my hips, my whole body stiffens up. Helpless to the force of my orgasm, I come, my cock twitching and spurting between our bodies.

Louis groans. “Yeah, that’s it. So fucking hot.” His massive hand clutches my ass cheek and gives it a slap. I jerk, moaning with aftershocks. “Clean up your mess now, boy. Want to see that tongue of yours at work again.”

Dizzy and panting, I slide down his body once more and bury my face in his lower belly, licking up my own cum and moaning as I do so. It feels wanton and depraved. Aaron used to say I was a slut—a useless little sex doll. As my tongue laps over Louis’s hairy stomach and his hand strokes my scalp, I float into a memory.

One time when I was about fifteen, and Madame Sylvie was away for a work trip, I heard noises coming from the living room: high-pitched moans from the TV, the slapping sound of flesh, and muffled boyish laughter.

I leaned against the doorway, heart pounding in my chest. Aaron was sitting on a chair together with four of his friends. All of them watched the TV with intent, hungry eyes.

“Wha-What are you watching?” I asked.

“Porn,” Aaron said casually without giving me a glance. “Come here.”

“There’s no seat.”

“I said come here,” he said, pointing to his lap.

I’d never watched porn before, so with my fear overridden by curiosity, I did what he told me. As soon as the back of my legs hit his knees, his arms shot out, and he wrapped them around me, trapping me in his lap.

At my surprised yelp, one of Aaron’s friends ripped his gaze from the TV.

“Who’s this?” he asked. “Your foster brother?”

“Nope,” Aaron replied. “He’s my obedient little lapdog.”

His friends chuckled, and one of them asked, “What’s that mean?”

“He’ll do anything I ask and let me do anything to him. Watch.” Aaron grabbed my jaw and shoved two fingers into my mouth so deep I gagged. I spluttered when he withdrew, but I didn’t move or protest.

The friends laughed. “That’s fucked up, man.”

“Look, he won’t even protest if I do this.” Aaron stuck his hand between my legs and squeezed my balls. I yelped and squirmed in his grip but still didn’t make any serious move to get away from him. “See?” he mumbled. “I can do whatever I want to him. He’s like a useless little doll.” He grabbed me by the jaw and whispered into my ear, “My useless little sex doll, isn’t that right?” He licked the side of my face, and his friends laughed harder. By this point, they’d all but abandoned the TV to instead watch my foster brother embarrass me in front of them all. He’d done all this with me alone but never in front of others. It was just supposed to be between me and him, in private.

“Anyone want to try him out?” he asked.

Wait, no, he can’t mean…Can he? My eyes widened in horror, and my heart started beating erratically.

“Yeah,” one of his friends grunted—a big guy with beady eyes and a stained green T-shirt. “I’ll have a go.”

“Go sit with Brad,” Aaron hissed into my ear.

“I don’t want to,” I hissed back.

“Sure you do,” Aaron said, and I heard his smirk as he squeezed my crotch again. “Yesterday you were so hungry for my cock that I could barely keep up.”

Sure, yesterday I’d needed his comfort because yesterday one of my bullies had chased me across the yard and thrown rocks at me. But I didn’t want anyone else. Only Aaron.

He pushed at my lower back and jostled his legs to make me lose balance, forcing me to get off him. “Go on, now. Be a nice little doll, and I’ll be nice to you later.”

I glanced back at Aaron, and he leaned back in his chair, a wicked grin on his face as he laid a palm over his crotch. Squeezing my eyes shut, I went to sit on the couch in Brad’s lap. His belly pressed against my lower back, and he chuckled as I put my full weight on him.

“He’s so small and light.”

At the same time, the porn actress on the screen started screaming in ecstasy. I cast a horrified glance Aaron’s way, and his attention was all on me as he stroked himself on the outside of his pants.

“I can really do whatever I want to him, huh?” Brad grunted. “I can do this?” His hand slid up my front and squeezed my left nipple. I yelped and tried to get away, but his arm held my waist in an iron grip. “This?” Gripping my hips, he pressed me down onto his crotch, and I felt his erection through our clothes.

“Aaron,” I said, and I was shaking now, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Aaron, please.”

It was like I broke some kind of spell. One moment, Aaron was leering at me and palming his crotch. The next, his smile fell, and his eyes darkened.

“Let the fuck go of him,” he barked at Brad. “He didn’t like that.”

“B-But you said I could—”

“Didn’t you hear me? Let him go, you fat fuck.”

Brad snorted and let me get off his lap.

I went immediately to Aaron, and he wiped my tears away and whispered into my ear, “I know, I know. Only me, right? You only want me. You’re my sex doll. No one else’s.”

Back in Louis’s bedroom, I keep lapping my cum off his belly with a strange sense of peace. I know Louis would never treat me the way Aaron did that day. He wouldn’t try to share me among his friends and then change his mind when shit got too real. Turns out, Aaron’s useless little sex doll was more useful than his pea-sized brain could even fathom.

A jolt of anxiety shoots through me at my thoughts, but I try to push the feeling away and take refuge once again in Louis’s warm arms. For Louis, I’d willingly be a sex doll, but I wouldn’t be useless; I’d be his . I’d serve his pleasure, and he’d serve mine, and I can’t imagine anything more useful or beautiful than that.