Page 17 of We Own Each Other

My phone buzzed, the message preview loud and clear:

Take your cock out.

I was a bit disappointed.

Abandoning my twitching nipples felt like such a waste, but I did as I was told. Trailing my fingers down my body, I reached the belt cinched at my waist. The hard leather squeaked as I tugged at it, my hands shaking and sweaty as I struggled to undo it, then the zipper.

Finally, after all my effort, I reached in and pulled out my penis.

My small but firm penis.

At its full length, it nestled perfectly into my palm and, embarrassingly, made my hand look huge.

2 inches was all I had to offer on a good day, and that was why I was predominantly a Sub.

Who could I possibly dominate with such a measly little thing?

Tears burned and filled my eyes, blurring my vision. I could imagine Luke’s reaction. Finally, he had found a Switch — someone who could finally dominate just as well as he could submit and fulfill all of his needs.

Only to find out he had a micropenis.

Could anything be so disappointing?

More importantly, could anything be more humiliating?

The irony was, while my heart lurched, the idea of Luke mocking my small cock was enough to make it start leaking watery, clear pre-cum right into my hand.

Using my free hand to wipe my eyes, I was able to catch the next message popping up on my screen.

Do you want to stroke your cock, play with your hole, or both?

I chuckled as I picked up my phone. How kind that he’d let me choose. I, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as kind. I immediately started a video call.

Unsurprisingly, when Luke answered, I found him completely shirtless. He was lying down on the familiar hotel bed, his auburn hair mussed across his forehead and sticking up on top of his head. The phone was propped up some distance away, so the foreground was actually his cock, standing straight and tall at the right side of the screen, creating an attractive and phallic border.

His hands were gripping his base, resting on his taut balls.

It was enough to make my mouth water.

But I had seen plenty of his cock. I was interested in other things.

Smacking my lips, I growled:

“Show me your hole.”

He moaned, letting his cock flop over the front of his sweatpants before he tugged them down.

The phone must have been sitting on the bed because as he shifted, it fell, and the screen went dark. I reflexively grunted in frustration, giving my dick a frustrated squeeze. Thankfully, it wasn’t dark for long. Instead, what reappeared on my screen was better than anything I could imagine.

Luke was backing away from the phone, his pants presumably on the floor or around his ankles as he shuffled toward the desk. Once he had reached it, he turned round, exposing his bare, muscular ass to me.

Smirking over his shoulder, he gave his bare bottom a smack, but it didn’t jiggle — not even a little bit. How could a man get his ass that firm? I wanted to sink my teeth into it and see just how hard it was for myself.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough, but something was going to cum, and very soon.

And we hadn’t even gotten to the best part.

Luke’s mouth fell open, tongue poking out over his bottom lip, in a sensual mask of pleasure as his hand slipped over the small of his back, into the cleft of his ass where his rosy, puckered hole was visible for only a second. In a second, two of his fingers were plunged inside. A clear, viscous liquid began to dribble out as he churned his insides.