Page 64 of Hot Ghost Summer

Squeezing first one testicle through the ring, then the other, he maintains eye contact with my webcam when he inserts the head of his dick and settles the ring into place. His satisfied moan flows on a frequency that lights up my neural network.

Those slicked-up gloves stroke up his chest where he tweaks his own nipple.

Better?

Nodding, he bites his lip.

Good. Kneel on the floor.

He scrambles, keeping his spine upright and tucking his toes under. Ready and alert.

Hands behind your back.

It’s amazing how fast Theo complies when he thinks he’s getting what he wants.

Do you remember our rules?

Another nod.

Then it’s time for your test.

His eyes narrow, and his jaw drops open in pending protest. Before he can get a word out, I manifest in the chair he just vacated and take his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “For every question you get right, there’s a reward.”

He straightens some more in eagerness.

“But Theo,” I warn him. “You can’t come until I tell you.”

A momentary flicker of doubt colours his expression, and then he exhales a confident, “Yes, Sir.”

This is another thing I’ve noticed about him—he lives authentically, unapologetically, and that liberation of the self is rare and valuable. I release him from my hold.

“Then we begin. At the site today, you saw the ghost. Given everything you’ve learned, what level would you rank him?”

His reply is instantaneous. “Four.”

My smile is indulgent. “Bring your hands in front of you, and lace your fingers together to make a tunnel to fuck yourself with.”

Dutifully, he does as he’s told, and right as he lines himself up, I add, “One thrust.”

He’s already sheathed inside the lubed Kevlar when he realises what this means, and his moan turns into a groan. As expected, he slows and applies pressure when he pulls back.

“Nuh-uh, Baby. No pressure.”

The head of his dick flushes red with his need, but he complies.

“Next question. When we got to the site, I gave you two clear instructions. What were they?”

His nose wrinkles, and I bite back a moan of my own. The effort he’s exerting to behave right now isn’t helping the fact that he’s had me hard ever since he brazenly put fucking me on the table.

“T’, um, wear gloves. And not go near the trenches.”

“Correct,” I nod.

Theo slowly fucks into his fist again, but I can see the frustration building. The gloves are too thick for him to get any satisfactory feedback, and I’m not letting him compensate with momentum.

I lean closer. “And did you obey that rule?”

He bites his lip, then shakes his head.