“I’m gonna use you hard, baby doll.”
“I love it when you say that,” he manages to say.
“It’s true. Need you. Need your ass. And your mouth. Need to feel you under me, milking my cock and crying for me.”
“Colton, I’m going to come!”
“What a good boy you are. So good for me. I’m proud of you. You’re perfect. Miss you, baby. You have no fucking idea how much I miss you.”
Graham comes again. It’s blistering hot and like a dull knife in his balls. He bites down hard, tastes blood in his mouth from biting his lip. The overstimulation is horrible.
“Good. Good. A little longer. Keep going. You sound wrecked, love.”
“Please,” he begs, desperate for permission to stop.
“Tell… me… you…want… to… stop,” he says slowly, dragging out each word.
“I need to. Hurts!” he gasps. It’s as though his hand isn’t attached to the rest of his body. His hand is under the control of his Dominant. His hand is obeying Colton’s wishes. He whines but strokes, the rest of his body in agony. But there’s one more part of him, detached, at the back of his mind, some primitive part of him, some base form of his own identity that is pleased, proud, and at rest. Content to be suffering for his Dominant. His Sir. Strong and protective.
He wants to be owned and controlled by his Dominant. It’s obvious and easy in a way it’s never felt before. With Colton, it’s easy.
He fixates on Colton, on this as an act of devotion, a test of his faith in Colton, himself, andthem, and he knows he can keep going for as long as he has to. If Colton wants him to come again, then he will. It will be a torturous nightmare but he’ll fucking do it. He’ll find a way.
“I need you to keep going.”
“Fuck. It hurts! But I—yes, yes, Sir. Anything you want,” he says, in love with begging. Which is another thing he’d never thought would happen.
“That’s my good boy. Keep going,” Colton murmurs.
And so he does. It’s both easy and hard to keep stroking himself. His eyes blur with tears.
“Good boy. Now, now you can stop.”
He lets go carefully, breathing deep, whimpering with each exhale. He can hear his heart beating in his ears and all of him is mushy and soft. Colton is still talking to him, reassuring him.
“Wish you could hold me,” he slurs. “I feel good now, Sir.”
“Me too. Soon, baby.”
Graham shudders and tries to catch his breath. “Do you need to go?”
“No, I need to talk to you until you can go back to do your job.”
“Just… a few. Um, minutes.” He’s never felt so dazed and good. Sluggish from orgasm but his head is clearing and it won’t take long before he’s able to get up and continue the mission.
“It’s alright. Do you want me to tell you about my day?”
“More than anything.”
And so Colton talks to him, light and casual, putting Graham at ease, letting him float to the sound of his voice. He doesn’t know how much time passes, but his heartbeat slows and he gets steadier.
“You sound better,” Colton finally says.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“Your breathing has evened out.”
He likes that Colton is paying such close attention. Finally, they hang up and Graham stays in the alley for a little longer until he can get his feet under him and go find the others. He’s ready now. Ready to do his job for as long as he has to.
