Page 111 of The Last One to Let You Down

“Just like that,” Cypress praised. “So soft, so slow. You’re just gonna keep my cock warm, okay? Suck real soft, just like that.”

Tom nodded his head, squeezing the base of Cypress’s cock. He rolled his foreskin up to lick around it, kissing and mouthing along the tender fold of flesh. He was curious, exploring what made Cypress feel good, taking him back into his mouth.

Cypress petted his hair, running his fingers through it as he went back to watching the movie. “Mmm. Good boy.”

Tom kept Cypress’s cock firmly in his mouth, grinding his own erection down into the couch to gain some friction. He wasn’t sucking too hard, only enough to keep Cypress erect as he lavished the head of his dick with firm swipes of his tongue. He couldn’t believe Cypress was actually watching the movie, practically ignoring him.

He pulled off, stroking Cypress’s spit slick cock and rolling his foreskin back up. He squeezed it around the head of his cock, kissing and licking it passionately. He hadn’t had many partners that were uncut, and he loved playing with such an intimate part.

Cypress hummed pleasurably, sliding his hand down the back of Tom’s neck. He lightly scratched the short hairs there, commanding, “When the movie is over, you’ll strip down and go to the bedroom. Do you understand?”

“Mmm,” Tom mumbled in reply, continuing to lazily suck Cypress’s cock. It was wet from his drool, still hard, and he loved the velvety texture of his shaft gliding so smoothly over his lips. He lost himself in it—the soft suction, Cypress’s warm fingers winding into his hair, and those sweet words made him shudder:

“Good boy.”

By the time the credits were finally rolling, Tom’s lips felt numb. No matter how little effort he’d put in, his mouth was still tired from going at it for so long. He was drowsy as he sat up and wiped off his mouth.

Strangely, his buzz hadn’t diminished in the slightest. In fact, he felt even more loose than before. He still reached for his wine, all the same, smiling over the rim of the glass as Cypress stroked his hair.

“Do you remember what I asked you to do?”

“Yes, sir. Take my clothes off. Go to the bedroom.”

“Good boy. Go ahead.”

Tom stood up, sliding off his scrubs and underwear, his cock thickening up between his legs. He loved how Cypress was staring at him so ravenously, and he smiled. “Good, sir?”

“Very good.” Cypress fondled Tom’s cock, giving him a tug. “Mmm, now, let’s go.”

Tom obediently followed Cypress, following his directions to spread himself out on the bed. The sheets felt cool beneath him, and he could have easily fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the persistent lurch of desire down in his loins.

Fuck, he was so horny.

Cypress gave his hair another pet, ordering, “Now, stay here. Do not touch yourself until I get back.”

“Yes, sir,” Tom replied.

“Can I trust you to do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Tom said again, but he wasn’t sure. He wanted to come, and now he was so damn hard.

“Mmm, I don’t think I can,” Cypress mused, tracing his fingers down Tom’s arm. “I think you are gonna need some help being a good boy. Do you want me to help you, Tom?”

“Yes, sir, please,” Tom whined, drawing his legs up as he squirmed. “I’m sorry, I’m just… I really want to come.”

“Not yet,” Cypress soothed as he reached into his bedside drawer. He pulled out two sets of leather cuffs with large hooks attached to them with a bit of chain, presenting them to Tom for his inspection.

Now Tom knew why Cypress had such big posts on his bed.

As if he was placing jewelry on him, Cypress began to delicately buckle the cuffs around Tom’s wrists. He checked the fit before hooking each one around one of the posts above Tom’s head. “Good?”

Tom couldn’t draw his arms in more than a few inches, and there was no way to touch himself now. That made him even harder, and he moaned out loud knowing he was totally at Cypress’s mercy. Perhaps he should have been scared, but he was only excited.

Cypress could do anything he wanted to him…

“So good, sir,” Tom said, his eyes fluttering as he resisted the urge to moan again. “I’m so very good.”

“Good.” Cypress smiled and got up, starting to walk out of the bedroom.