Page 7 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

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A reward.

I got a reward.

A reward.

I got a reward.

A reward.

I got a reward.

“That’s right, needy boy.” Sir looked proud of me as he gave me a kiss and ground his leg against my dick again. “My sticky needy boy, but what does my slut want as his reward?”

Yes. I got to pick my reward.

“I can’t wait to hear what my slut wants.” Sir kissed my nose again, smiling when it made me squirm. “Do you want to play with your toy?”

Toy.

I didn’t have a cock; I had a toy.

No.

I managed to shake my head but explaining to Sir what I wanted needed words. Squirming wasn’t working and it was killing more of my brains. “I…”

Words.

Sir needed words.

“That’s right. I love seeing my slut blush and squirm, so I hope you’re going to ask me for something naughty.” Sir was so wonderful…he always said what he wanted. “Tell me what my slut wants to beg for.”

Not my toy.

Sir.

Sir had a cock.

“Does my needy boy want to suck on a cock or be a cockwarmer?” Sir read my mind, making me worry about what else he could see when he looked at me. “What about worshipping my cock? Is that what you want?”

I.

That.

He.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, dirty boy?” He smiled like I was a good boy but it made me squirm and I couldn’t think. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

He did?

He did.

Yes, Sir liked making me squirm and telling me I was a good boy.

“Let’s get my good boy naked, though.” Sir gave me more sweet kisses, and I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped. It made him chuckle and he shook his head like I was adorable. But I was naughty. He thought it was cute, though. “Cute little sluts don’t need so many clothes on.”

Sir shook his head again as he stepped back and eased my shirt over my head. “That’s much better, but it’s okay you forgot that a slut should be naked. It’s hard to remember so much when you’re a naughty boy who’s picturing being used so wickedly.”

He.

I.

His hands stroking over my chest had me shaking again and the world flashed in and out. “I get…I get to worship you. That’s…that’s my reward.”

I had to tell him that, right?

Even though he’d read my mind?

He was making it hard to think.

“You don’t have to think, slut.” Sir smiled again, making me squirm and feel silly. “You have to obey and show me what a sexy boy you are.”

I…I could do that.

I didn’t have to think to do that.

“It’s…I’ve had to think for a long time.” Yes, he needed to know that. “But you’re…you’re here now.”

He wanted to be here and he wanted to be Sir.

And I…I was his naughty boy.

“That’s right.” Sir kissed his naughty boy’s forehead. “And I want my naughty slut to be naked so I can see that cute toy you’ve got and see how sticky you are.”

“You…I…” Sir brought everything to a halt as he released the button on my pants. He’d done it so many times in my dreams that it didn’t seem real. But he was real because he made me squirm better than Dream Sir ever had. “You let me get sticky.”

“Yes.” He kissed my cheek like he thought I was cute. “How did you get sticky?”

How did such an easy question make me feel such big things?

“You…” He was taking off my pants. That was. He was. “I got to hump your leg.”

Saying that made the world start to spin, and it was a crazy, wonderful feeling that had me clinging to him. “You’re getting me naked because I’m a slut.”

Wow.

I never got to say that.

I was going to tell him that but he made a tsking sound and chuckled as he saw my underwear. “Look at those sticky undies.”

Undies.

“It’s okay, though.” Sir peeled them down slowly, chuckling and shaking his head. “Oh, you’ve got a cute toy, slut. We definitely need to show this off more.”

Hot.

Cold.

Hot.

Cold.

The sensations flashed through me as I watched him kiss the tip of my dick. “It’s adorable, slut. But this sticky toy doesn’t need any more attention right now.”

Wow.

Sir rose slowly, still looking happy as he kissed my cheek. “You’re adorable, slut. I knew you’d have a cute toy. But now you get to worship a real cock, don’t you?”

Hot.

Cold.

Hot.

Cold.

“I…yes…it’s my reward.” That didn’t help the hot and cold but Sir helped me step out of my clothes. “I get…I get to worship you.”

His cock.

I hadn’t looked but I knew it was big.

“You get to look now, don’t you?” Sir chuckled again as he took my hand. “Come here, slut. You’re going to get to look and give my cock all the attention you want.”

“Because…because it’s my reward for being boring.” I’d done it. I’d been boring and put one foot in front of the other. I’d nodded. I’d looked boring and not like Sir’s slut.

“That’s right.” Sir stroked my cheek as he led me deeper into the apartment. “I get to decide who knows about my slut, and I decided you were going to be boring when we came in.”

“You…you decide.” He made the decision for his slut. “That’s…that’s right.”

“I’m in charge and the only thing I let you decide right now is your reward.” His cock. That was my reward. “You wanted to worship a real dick, so I’m going to let you kiss mine and nuzzle it and show me what a sweet slut I’ve got.”

I…I was his slut.

We’d somehow ended up in my bedroom.

God.

He was unzipping his pants.

He was going to…on my bed.

Sir was on my bed and I was there.

“Good boy. Yes, cock-worshipping sluts kneel between their Master’s legs.

” Sir stroked my cheek before his hand moved down to free his cock from his pants.

“If you do a good job worshipping my cock, I’ll let you do it again and again, but only if you show me what a cock slut I’ve got and how much you love playing with a real one. ”

His underwear.

He was.

That was.

Oh wow.

“Yes, you’re so pretty when you’re licking your lips and making such needy sounds.” Sir released his cock, pushing his tight briefs down to offer his cock and balls up for me to worship. “What do you say?”

I.

He.

“Thank you, Sir.” He stroked his cock but made his not enough sound. I had to be good to get my reward. Yes. I could be good. “Thank you for letting me…for letting me worship your cock. I…I was your good boy and you let me pick my reward. And…and I’m your cock slut.”

Yes.

That had to be enough.

“Oh, good boy.” Sir’s happy sound made me squirm and whine, but he was so proud of me he pulled my head down to his beautiful cock. “Kiss and let me hear how a slut begs for a cock.”

The room started spinning like I was getting ready for liftoff, but I kissed the tip and let the crazy feeling take over even more. I had a real cock to play with and a Master who said I was his slut and who was going to keep me and use me.

Yes, that was all that mattered.

“Thank you, Sir.” Part of my brain sighed and pointed out how long it’d been since I felt so incredible and full, but I didn’t want to let that part take over. The floating, spinning feeling was the best and there were no words there. “Please let me worship you.”

Yes, a real cock should be worshipped.

That was such a good word.

“Oh, good boy.” Master stroked his hand over my head, making a pleased sound that went right through me. “What are you going to do first, hmm? Are you going to nuzzle it or kiss it? Cute little licks? What’s my slut’s favorite way to worship a cock?”

He knew I wanted things.

He expected me to want things.

How could he know that?

“I…” It was my reward. I could ask for whatever I wanted. I was a good boy. “Smell it. I…I want to nuzzle you first and…and smell you.”

He was always so…so manly and strong, and he…he always smelled like a Master.

“Such a sweet slut. I’m going to enjoy that.” Master stroked my head again, making a pleased sound as he inched my face closer to the base of his cock and rubbed me against him. “You look so good like that, pretty boy.”

No more hiding.

No more wanting.

No more worrying.

No more thinking.

There were just scents and his touch and his cock.

“That’s right. Big breath, slut. Let me see how much you want it.” Taking in his scent made me lightheaded, and holding it in sent the world spinning again, but it was the best feeling ever. “I love seeing my slut so happy. Such a good boy.”

Happy.

Master was happy too.

“You feel so good.” Master moaned, rubbing my face against him as he rocked his hips up. “Yes, you love your reward, don’t you?”

Master.

He had a real cock and it was my reward.

I couldn’t nod but I could moan and whine as I kissed his cock and let him use my face to pleasure himself.

It was even better than getting to worship him and it felt like liftoff had finally taken me away when he went back to petting my head.

“Kisses and licks, slut. Enjoy your reward before I decide how I’m going to use you to get off. ”

Use me.

He was going to use his slut.

I was going to get to make him come.

“That’s perfect. Those soft, sexy lips. Perfect for worshipping and being fucked.” Master was sweet, petting my head and moaning as I licked up the underside of his cock. “Such a sweet slut. Look at you.”

Worshipping a real cock.

His real cock.

“Pretty kisses too.” Master moaned again as I used my tongue on his slit, kissing it and humming as the floaty feeling took me higher and higher. “You’re doing such a good job.”

Because I was his good boy.

I was his slut.

I was his and I let the floaty feeling finally send me flying.