I wanted to worship him. Wanted to cherish him and submit to him and praise him the way he deserved to be praised. I wanted everyone to see us, to look at us and know I belonged to him. That Aidan owned me, and he always would, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for him.
“Kiss the tip.”
“Yes, Sir.” A few more people closed in around us as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his slit.
“Lick—root to tip.”
My tongue slipped out, and I ran it up and down his salty prick. His balls were full, and I wanted those too, but I also wanted to choke on him, for Aidan to fuck my face until I cried and couldn’t breathe.
“Now my balls. Lick them.”
“Yes, Sir.” I lapped at his sac. I couldn’t get enough. I was stronger on my knees than I was any other way. I was more confident and more secure serving him than I ever could be without him.
“Suck,” he ordered next.
Yes, yes, yes! I did as told, blowing him. It didn’t last long, and then he was fisting my hair again and fucking into my throat. I did everything Aidan had taught me, trusting him and relaxing, opening up for him. He pushed my face down and held it, my mouth full of cock as I inhaled his musky scent through my nose and felt…at peace.
He pulled me off, and I gasped, a long string of spit connecting his dick and my lips.
He shoved his cock into my mouth again, using it like a hole, his hole. That’s what I felt like, a tool Aidan used to get off, and it was everything. It gave me purpose in that moment.
“That’s a good slut. You’re a good hole for your Sir, aren’t you? Such a pretty, pretty cocksucker, isn’t he, David?”
“Fuck yes,” David replied. “A little cockslut dying for his owner’s load. He’s incredible.”
Their words made me begin to fly, to soar above all the other things in my life, all the shit that was always in my brain. It wasn’t subspace, exactly. I’d been much deeper, but still, I was in this gray area where I was all feeling and the world seemed to revolve around me and Aidan, and nothing else mattered.
He pulled my head up and angled it so he could still fuck my mouth but I could see the room. David was riveted on me, fucking into Kyle’s face as he watched me. There were more men there, some watching, some jacking off, all of them staring at me, wanting me, desiring me, but I wasn’t theirs, was I? I was owned by Aidan and always would be. I’d found where I belonged.
My vision began to blur. My throat hurt, and my eyes watered.
I loved crying for Aidan, loved giving him my tears. He swiped his fingers through them and sucked it off, then pushed a finger into my mouth so I tasted him too.
“Isn’t he beautiful when he cries?” Aidan asked.
There were numerous mumbles of agreement. I wanted to keep going, make them all jealous that I belonged to Aidan, for them to see that my Sir was my world and he deserved to be revered.
I cried harder when he pulled me away. I reached for him, fought to get his cock in my throat again.
“Stand up, turn around, and give me your ass.”
“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say, but I was still crying. I needed him. Wanted to be filled by him.
There was this small place in the back of my mind where I knew I should be embarrassed. I had my ass out, a cock cage dangling between my legs as I cried and pleaded to be filled, but it didn’t matter, none of it did. Only Aidan…my Aidan and me.
Wet fingers pushed inside me, fucked me, stretched me. I rode them like the whore I felt like. Then his fingers were gone, and I felt incredibly empty again before Aidan pulled me back to his lap, shoved his cock in deep, and yes…this was what I needed. Him inside me. To be connected to him in my body as well as my mind.
He held my hips as he fucked into me. I felt every eye on me, every touch from Aidan, and reveled in them all. He pulled me again so my back was against his chest, his hand around my throat, not squeezing, but letting me know he was there.
“Mine,” he gritted out.
“Yours.”
“My hole. My boy.”
“Always,” I replied through panting breaths.
My dick hurt so, so bad, but I didn’t care. He was inside me, and I was serving him, and that was all that mattered.
Aidan praised me, told me how good I felt and how beautiful I was, what a good slut I was for him, and I basked in his admiration and all the eyes on me.
His teeth bit into my shoulder, and he thrust up, his cock spasming as he pulsed his hot load into me, filling my hole in front of all these people. Cum dribbled from my prick, but it wasn’t a proper orgasm.
Then Aidan pulled out, and a plug was shoved inside me.
“My little cumdump,” he whispered, holding me. I breathed him in and licked the sweat from his skin as he stroked my body. “Christ, you were perfect. So damn incredible, my sweet, precious boy.”
It was Aidan who made me feel those things, all of them. I lost himself in him and smiled.
Time passed, but I didn’t pay attention to how much. Eventually David was gathering our things and helping Aidan get me dressed. It was like my muscles didn’t work and my bones had turned to jelly.
“Thanks for the help,” I heard Aidan tell David.
“Of course. Jesus, he’s something else. I think I’m half in love with him too—oh look, he likes that. He’s smiling.”
I was smiling, wasn’t I?
“He’s a bit of a praise slut,” Aidan said and kissed my cheek.
He carried me to the car and buckled me in. As we drove, it all began to settle in, what had happened, what we’d shared. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“You were a good boy, Fin. You served me well.”
Oh, I was smiling again.
We got home, and he held my hand as we went inside. My ass was full, my dick still straining.
We went upstairs, and Aidan stripped our clothes and removed my cage. My hunger for him, my need, suddenly began to climb and build inside me again. I yearned for…something, though I didn’t know what it was. I just knew it was there, waiting, wanting. “Will you tell me I’m yours again? Please, Sir, I need to hear it.”
“You’re mine.” He cupped my cheek. “Always mine.” Then he slid his hand down, grabbed my ass, and slipped his fingers between my cheeks. He worked the plug out, then pushed two fingers in. I was tender as hell, and it wasn’t comfortable, but I needed it. “My hole. My boy.”
“Yesssss,” I hissed. “More.” Though again, I didn’t know what I was begging for. Aidan would. He always did.
He led me to the bathroom and ordered me into the shower. No. It wasn’t a shower I wanted, it was him.
“On your knees.”
I went. This I could handle. At least I could have my mouth filled with him. I reached for his cock, but he didn’t let me take it. Aidan grabbed it and pointed it at me. He was hard, and he waited as I tried to work through what he was doing. Once the first splash of his piss hit my chest, I realized he’d been trying to go, but it had been a struggle because of his hard-on. And oh my God, he was peeing on me, and I shouldn’t want this, but I did, so very much.
“Does this remind you who you belong to? That they can look but not touch unless I say they can? I’ll mark my territory so everyone knows you’re mine.”