Cicero quickly had the Listener writhing and moaning in a delirium of pleasure. It was the first time that the Listener had ever experienced such a treat. He must be careful; mustn’t let the Listener get to the edge too quickly – but oh, what a delight it was to elicit such cries from his beloved. The racket Thael was raising was bringing Cicero dangerously close to his threshold. A man in the throes of intense pleasure, Cicero mused as he worked Thael’s cock with his tongue, sounded so similar to a man experiencing terrible pain. The only difference was that Thael kept begging for more of what Cicero was inflicting on him.
The Listener was quickly approaching the limits of his pleasure, and Cicero wasn’t sure how much longer he could last either. Enough, he thought. He slid Thael’s cock out of his mouth, eliciting a small cry of disappointment, and stood again. “Listener,” he growled. “I want you to come for me now.” He pressed his body against Thael’s, putting one arm around his waist, and wrapped his other hand around both their erections. He began to move his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing his length against Thael’s as he stared into his eyes. Thael strained against his binds and made an animal sound as he ground desperately against Cicero’s hand. “You’re Cicero’s now. Now and forever. Cicero’s plaything. Cicero’s Listener. Obey me.”
“M...ma...ster...” A shuddering gasp shook Thael as he reached his peak and plummeted off the edge. Cicero kissed him forcefully, muffling his cries, and held him close. He felt Thael’s body bucking and convulsing as his climax tore through him, felt Thael’s hot come flowing over his hand and his manhood, and abruptly the familiar rush of release shot through him, and he realized he was screaming. Cicero clung to Thael until the waves of pleasure subsided and his body felt lifeless and spent.
When the Listener caught his breath, Cicero kissed his neck and whispered into his ear: “The next time you tease Cicero, Listener, he may not be so gentle with you.”
Cicero giggled to himself when he saw Thael’s wide-eyed expression. Fear, but also curiosity, excitement, a hint of defiance – the little fellow was an open book. He untied the Listener’s hands, and his laughter grew louder and wilder when Thael wrapped his arms around him and burrowed his head into Cicero’s shoulder. “I’ll be good for you,” Thael mumbled into Cicero’s coat.
Cicero grinned and stroked the Listener’s hair. “Oh, we shall soon see about that.”
Dear Listener. Sweet Listener. He only wanted to please Cicero.
Cicero smiled to himself. He was about to become very difficult to please indeed.
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The Listener was quickly approaching the limits of his pleasure, and Cicero wasn’t sure how much longer he could last either. Enough, he thought. He slid Thael’s cock out of his mouth, eliciting a small cry of disappointment, and stood again. “Listener,” he growled. “I want you to come for me now.” He pressed his body against Thael’s, putting one arm around his waist, and wrapped his other hand around both their erections. He began to move his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing his length against Thael’s as he stared into his eyes. Thael strained against his binds and made an animal sound as he ground desperately against Cicero’s hand. “You’re Cicero’s now. Now and forever. Cicero’s plaything. Cicero’s Listener. Obey me.”
“M...ma...ster...” A shuddering gasp shook Thael as he reached his peak and plummeted off the edge. Cicero kissed him forcefully, muffling his cries, and held him close. He felt Thael’s body bucking and convulsing as his climax tore through him, felt Thael’s hot come flowing over his hand and his manhood, and abruptly the familiar rush of release shot through him, and he realized he was screaming. Cicero clung to Thael until the waves of pleasure subsided and his body felt lifeless and spent.
When the Listener caught his breath, Cicero kissed his neck and whispered into his ear: “The next time you tease Cicero, Listener, he may not be so gentle with you.”
Cicero giggled to himself when he saw Thael’s wide-eyed expression. Fear, but also curiosity, excitement, a hint of defiance – the little fellow was an open book. He untied the Listener’s hands, and his laughter grew louder and wilder when Thael wrapped his arms around him and burrowed his head into Cicero’s shoulder. “I’ll be good for you,” Thael mumbled into Cicero’s coat.
Cicero grinned and stroked the Listener’s hair. “Oh, we shall soon see about that.”
Dear Listener. Sweet Listener. He only wanted to please Cicero.
Cicero smiled to himself. He was about to become very difficult to please indeed.