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Oh, damn, this was getting better and better. “Mmm, and how would you do that?”
“In whatever way you’d want me to.”
Fuck, that made all kinds of erotic scenarios fly through Jack’s head. “I’d have to test you…thoroughly. Make sure you’re up to my standards.”
“L-like, check if I’m clean enough?”
Now, there was an idea… George bent over for him, that peachy ass of his wide open for Jack to inspect. So fucking dirty and perfect. Fuck, yes. “Exactly.”
“What else?”
“Well, you’d have to show me you can put my pleasure first. Hold back your own release until after I’ve come.”
“How would you test that?”
“Mmm, I’d fuck you with my fingers and tell you you couldn’t come. Watch you squirm and writhe with pleasure and still hold back because I told you to. Or maybe I’d tell you to fuck yourself on a dildo, play with yourself until you’re crying with the need to come… I need you hungry and desperate for my cock, cupcake.”
George’s eyes were glassy, his lips shiny with how often he’d licked them. “I’ll prove myself worthy, Jack. I can do it right now.”
Could he? The man had just been through an ordeal, for fuck’s sake. Not the right time to play a game like this with him. Although he hadn’t been drinking as far as Jack could tell, since he didn’t even remotely smell of alcohol, and he’d been fully into this conversation. Plus, he hadn’t shown any indication he’d actually gotten hurt. From what Jack had hear him tell the cops, he’d been shoved and kicked, but not that hard. The tears had been the adrenaline release.
What if he gave him the choice? That way, the ball was in George’s court, and he could choose whether he wanted to see this through or not. “If you mean it, I want you on your knees in front of me. Naked so I can inspect you.”
He held his breath, but he didn’t have to wait long. George’s eyes widened for a fraction, but then he jumped up from the couch, almost knocking over the mug of coffee, and undressed in a flurry that had garments flying through the air. Before Jack could even say anything, he had the prettiest boy he’d ever seen in front of him. Naked. Peering up at him with big, blue eyes that begged for more.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Jack.”
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George meant it. Hell, he'd never been more certain about anything in his life. He'd do whatever the hell Jack wanted to get his hands on that body, to have the privilege to be fucked by him. Eight inches? Fuck, yes.
Jack's eyes drilled into his, probing and searching as if he wanted to make sure George was serious. He gave him a subtle nod, understanding that the man needed a little more reassurance, considering they didn't know each other. In fact, George respected the hell out of him for triple-checking. Consent was so sexy.
"Open your mouth."
George's stomach fluttered as he obeyed. Jack grabbed his chin, then peered into his mouth, inspecting his teeth. "Stick out your tongue."
Shit, the man already had his number, didn't he? Not that it was hard to spot how much George loved this, considering that every command made his cock twitch.
"Suck on this first. Pretend it's my dick."
He roughly shoved his middle finger into George's mouth, and George closed his lips around him and attacked him with his tongue. Mmm, he tasted salty and like coffee. George swirled his tongue around the digit, wetting it thoroughly from all sides, then sucked, his cheeks hollow as he drew him in as deep as he could.
"I see someone is a good little sucker, aren't you, cupcake?"
George, who was unable to speak with that thick finger still in his mouth, merely nodded. Jack tapped his cheek with his other hand, and George let go. "Take two."
Two fingers were pushed into his mouth, and he eagerly sucked them in, lavishing them with the same attention as he’d done with the one digit. He sucked as hard as he could, stupidly happy when Jack made a low sound of approval in the back of his throat.
"How's your gag reflex?" Before George could even respond, Jack pushed his fingers deep into his throat, then held them there. Drool pooled in his mouth, but George held position, breathing through his nose. Jack wasn't blocking his airway, not entirely anyway, so he could still breathe. Still, his eyes watered up at the pressure.
Jack hummed his pleasure as he dabbed one of the tears with his thumb. "You were right, cupcake. I do like to see you spill some tears for me."
And George would gladly offer them.
Jack pumped his mouth for a few more beats, then slowly pulled his fingers out. He swiped George's mouth with the back of his hand, a careless gesture that nevertheless meant a lot to George. The humiliation involved in all this had his blood hum and his cock throb.
"Okay, you've passed the tests so far. Now let's see how you do with the real thing in your mouth. Unzip me."
