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Rowan could barely remember the car ride back to Chase’s apartment. In hindsight, he should have taken more notice when Chase had stopped at the brightly lit, late night adult sex store on the way. Chase had left Rowan in the car while he’d bought some much needed supplies for the night. Rowan had been far too intoxicated and love struck to ask what that meant. He’s just assumed Chase meant condoms. Chase must have been picky about the brand he used, because he took a long time and came back with lots of bags.
Any doubts or misgivings Rowan had about jumping into Chase's car disappeared as soon as Chase led him into his bright and expensive looking apartment. Rowan could barely believe it. He was here, inside his dream boyfriend's home. Except, this was no longer a dream. It was real. He really was here with Chase Lawton. Chase had invited him here. Chase wanted to be with him!
Still light-headed from the alcohol, Rowan stumbled forward onto the plush white carpet. His arm was roughly grabbed and pulled back.
“Hey, watch my carpet dog. Take your shoes off and stay here till I tell you.” Chase said as he placed his own shoes on the rack at the door and disappeared down the corridor.
Rowan fell back against the wall, trying to balance as he took his shoes off without falling over. The task was proving to be harder than expected. The knot in his sneaker wouldn’t budge. After several failed attempts, Rowan just tugged the shoe off without untying it and placed it near where Chase had left his.
“Take the rest of it off while you’re at it.”
Rowan looked up to see Chase standing back in front of him, holding something in his hand. A belt?
Rowan blinked, trying to focus on Chase and what he was asking. “T... Take off my socks, you mean?”
“Your socks, your shirt, your pants. Take it all off.”
“All?” Rowan swallowed, standing frozen in the doorway.
“You wanted me to fuck you? I want to see what you are offering.”
Rowan paused. Chase might think it was normal to just strip off his clothes. after all, Chase practically lived in speedos and had the sculpted body of Apollo.
Who wouldn’t walk around topless if you looked like Chase Lawton?
But Rowan wasn't built like that. He hated how skinny and pale he looked. He’d been hoping if he did have to undress it would be somewhere less bright. Somewhere less open. Somewhere, Chase would be less likely to laugh at him.
“I am not going to keep repeating myself, Dog.” Chase said, gesturing as if bored. “If you don't want to listen, you can still piss off home if you rather not be with me.”
“N… No! I want to be here! I want to be with you, Chase!” Rowan blurted out, pulling his shirt over his head as fast as he was able.
Idiot, quick before he kicks you out!
Chase said nothing. He only stood watching as Rowan fumbled while trying to get out of his pants. Rowan tried to avoid eye contact as he kicked his jeans to the side. Left in only his underwear, Rowan felt cold and vulnerable as he stood in front of Chase and stared at the carpet.
“What are you waiting for?” Chase said in a casual tone.
Rowan’s head snapped up as he looked at Chase, unsure what he was meant to do.
“I, um… I don’t know what–”
“I said take off everything, didn't I?”
He really means everything !
Rowan swallowed.
Oh God, am I really doing this?
Closing his eyes, Rowan’s thumb rolled over the band on his briefs. His hand shaking, he pulled them down and let them drop next to his jeans. He didn’t dare open his eyes. Didn't dare to look at the disappointment on Chase’s face.
A rough hand on Rowan’s chin made him open them. Chase had closed the gap between them. His face smiled as he leaned closer. Rowan forgot to breathe as Chase’s face was an inch away from his.
Chase Lawton is going to kiss me!
Rowan closed his eyes again. He took a deep breath and waited for the feel of Chase's lips on his. Instead, something cold pressed against Rowan's neck. Rowan's eyes snapped open, his hand moved to the leather object Chase was tightening like a belt around him. Rowan realised it must have been the thing he’d seen Chase carrying. But it was too small for a belt, and why was it around his neck?
There was a jingle from a chain that hung from the belt around Rowan’s neck. It reminded Rowan of a lead that you would walk a dog with. Rowan blinked.
Has Chase put a dog collar around my neck?
Rowan didn’t get a chance to wonder why, as Chase grabbed his chin. There was a smile on Chase’s face. Utter euphoric pleasure ran through Rowan as those beautiful blue eyes looked over him with approval.
Chase trailed his hand back through Rowan's messy hair. “Yes. You look perfect in this.”
Rowan let out a gasp at the words of praise. He moved a hand to cover his crotch, hoping Chase wouldn’t notice how hard he’d already gotten.
If Chase noticed, he didn’t say anything. Chase only looped the chain lead around his fist and gave it a sharp tug that made Rowan stumble and fall forward into the much larger man. Rowan’s chin resting on Chase’s hard, broad chest. Chase let him linger there a moment before he moved a hand to Rowan’s shoulder to push him back and steady him again.
“Let me get you to the lounge room so I can get a better look at you then.”
Chase walked forward and Rowan had little choice but to do anything other than stumble after him as he was led through the short corridor and into a large, open room. A large white leather lounge and coffee table in front of him were overshadowed by the massive floor to ceiling window, giving panoramic views of the harbour. The city lights shone from the other side of the water. It was almost enough to make him forget he was standing naked with a collar around his neck in the middle of Chase’s apartment.
Wait? Can people see into this window as well?
Rowan covered himself as best he could. There was a tug on the collar. “Keep your hands away from there.”
Chase pulled Rowan to the edge of the lounge and let go of the collar. “Stay.” He added, letting the lead drop loosely at Rowan's side.
Rowan twisted around to see Chase walk over to his immaculately clean and tidy open kitchen at the end of the room. He pulled out a glass from the cupboard and poured himself a drink from a large bottle of what looked like bourbon or whiskey. He grabbed a black plastic bag off the kitchen counter, then brought it and his full glass back over to Rowan.
Chase reached the coffee table and poured the bag's contents out in front of Rowan. Rowan quickly realised it was the bag from the sex shop, but its contents were certainly not boxes of condoms.
There were… Well, aside from the pair of leather handcuffs, Rowan wasn’t exactly sure what it all was. Although Rowan wasn’t naïve enough that he couldn’t guess what the intended purpose of the numerous big, long and very phallic looking silicon objects would be.
Rowan swallowed. There were items with bumps and balls on them. Some of them were thicker than his fist. There was a long snake-like thing that looked longer than his arm. The silicon ball he’d seen was actually attached by large silver rings to leather straps and a buckle.
Is that a ball gag?
Rowan looked up at Chase.“W… What are all these for?”
“It’s a long weekend. I wanted to make sure we had plenty of things to stop me from getting bored. Have you never used any sex toys before?”
“What? Of… Of course not!”
Sex toys? He’d never even had sex before. Rowan looked back down at the items.
Weren’t they just toys to help you wank? How were they meant to be used during sex?
“What about when you wank?” Chase asked, taking a sip from his glass. “Don’t you stick something large up your arse and imagine it’s me?”
Rowan’s face filled with heat. The apartment felt suddenly smaller. “N… No… I just….”
Rowan trailed off and hoped the carpet at his feet would swallow him up rather than look Chase in the eye and tell him how he masturbated.
“Speak up, dog!”
I want to die.
Rowan looked away. “My hands. When I think about you, I just use my hands.”
Chase smiled and patted the seat next to him. “Come sit.”
Rowan swallowed and moved to the lounge. The cold leather bitting at Rowan's bare skin. Chase put down his glass before putting his arm around Rowan's shoulder and leaning into his ear.
Was he going to kiss him now?
Chase brushed the hair covering his ear. “Why don’t you show me how you use your hands to wank?”
Rowan had to stop himself from jumping at the question. “What?”
“I want to see if you are worth my time. So lay back and show me how you pleasure yourself.”
“Here? I… In front of you?”
“You said you’d do whatever I wanted, didn’t you? Or was that just a lie?” Chase sighed and turned from Rowan. “I thought you were going to be special, but you’re just wasting my time.”
“No, No I am not wasting your time I promise! I can do it.”
Rowan twisted himself on to the lounge. His feet next to Chase, he leaned back into the large arm of the lounge.
“Is… is this how I should sit?”
Chase picked up his drink and shifted himself slightly to get a better look. “Spread your legs apart so I can see better.”
Rowan winced, but slowly moved his knees apart as he looked away from Chase.
This is not how this night was meant to go.
Rowan thought he'd be in Chase's embrace, kissing in front of the window. He glanced back over at Chase, who at least looked satisfied with his actions.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Chase said.
Rowan slammed his eyes shut and moved a hand to his cock.
Whatever it takes to make Chase happy.
It was hard to think of Chase the way he normally did, knowing that this time, Chase was right there in front of him. But he had to try. If he could make Chase please with him. Make him see just how much Rowan loved him. Then they could be together forever.
“I want to be with you, Rowan.” Chase’s voice in Rowan’s head said.
Rowan let out a low moan as he stroked his cock faster. He imagined Chase holding him as they watched the fireworks together from Chase’s apartment window. Chase kissing him as they shared popcorn together. Whispering in each other's ears.
“I love you Rowan.”
Rowan gave another moan as his fingers flicked against the tip of his cock.
Shit, I am going to come… I… I…
“Aarhgh!” Rowan yelled in pain. His eyes snapped open, and he was brought back to the reality of Chase glaring at him. His expression was far from the loving Chase in Rowan’s head. His hand was gripping tightly around the head of Rowan’s cock.
Rowan sucked in a breath, trying to come to grips with his orgasm coming to an abrupt end and turning into immense pain.
“W… What are… What do… Aarhgh!” The grip only got tighter. Rowan threw his head back as a flash of pain ripped through him.
“I don’t recall saying you could come.”
“Let go! please! It hurts!” Rowan screamed.
Chase smirked and let go of his cock. Rowan let out a breath of relief.
What the hell was that? Was Chase trying to break his dick off?
Rowan had the overwhelming urge to make a run for the door, but found himself frozen in fear, unsure of what Chase might do next.
Chase placed the empty glass back down on the table. He moved his hand to the arm of the lounge next to Rowan’s head and leaned down at Rowan.
“What’s wrong, little puppy? You’re not scared, are you?”
“N… No.” Rowan lied.
Chase laughed softly. His face inches above Rowan. “You look like you are about to cry.” Chase ran his hand down Rowan’s face. “It’s quite pretty.”
Did that mean he thinks I’m pretty?
Rowan stared back into the blue eyes above him. Rowan’s thoughts of running fade as Chase smiles down at him
He’s so beautiful…
Chase licked his lips. “I think I would like to see what other faces you can make for me. Are you going to stay and be my obedient little dog, or do you want to run away?”
“I... Stay. I want to stay and be with you, Chase.” Rowan blurted out.
Chase moved his fingers to Rowan’s lips. “Open”
Rowan obediently opened his mouth and Chase pushed his two fingers inside.
“Suck” He sucked on the finger in his mouth as he moved slowly in and out of his mouth. “Good boy.”
Chase smiled, pulling his finger out of Rowan’s mouth. Rowan continued, staring up at Chase's beautiful eyes. He gave no thought to Chase's other hand, sliding down his thigh until Chase's finger pressed between Rowan’s arse cheeks and tried to force their way inside him.
“Arhh!” Rowan jumped at the unexpected touch.
“Relax more.” Chase said as his finger again jabbed at Rowan’s entrance. “Fuck, I can’t even get a finger in here. How are you this tight?”
Chase sat up and moved away from him.
Oh no! What did I do wrong?
Rowan grabbed Chase’s arm. “I’m sorry. I’ll relax more. Don’t go. Let me do anything you need.”
Chase laughed. “Fuck, you really are a desperate dog, aren't you? I was just going to get the lube.” He grabbed the purple tube and held it up. “But since you asked.”
Chase pulled Rowan’s legs up, causing Rowan to fall backwards into the lounge. Chase continued to push his pale skinny legs back until Rowan’s knees were pressed into his chest and his arse in the air, fully exposed and pointing towards Chase. Chase groped the curves of Rowan’s arse cheeks.
“Spread these apart for me.”
Rowan looked away, but did his best to hold his cheeks open. Something cold dripped onto his arse and Rowan shivered, letting out a gasp.
“Relax, it's just the lube. Save your pretty cries. You’ll need them later.”
Rowan bit his lip as Chase's fingers spread the lube around his entrance. They circled up and down between his cheeks before they again pushed at his entrance. Rowan could not hold in the gasp as this time, Chase’s finger slid right inside. He’d barely got used to the sensation before Chase was pushing a second finger inside and stretching at his hole.
“Shit ,even with lube.” Chase’s finger pulled out. “I suppose it’s fine. We have the whole weekend to loosen this up.”
The weight on the lounge shifted as Chase leaned to the table to grab something. Rowan’s own knees blocked the view so he could not see what Chase was grabbing, but it was not long until Chase moved back next to Rowan. His finger was pushing back against Rowan’s arse. It felt was different from before. Was Chase pushing more fingers inside him?
Rowan gasped as a blinding pain shot through him. The fingers inside him were stretching at the tight ring of his arse. Too wide. The pressure came again and Rowan almost cried. It hurt so much.
No, it wasn’t fingers. Something harder and wider than Chase’s fingers was now being pressed into him. Rowan let out another whimper as the object continued to be forced into somewhere it was not meant to fit.
“Stop… It hurts.”
“I told you to relax or you’ll just make it hurt more.”
With a forceful shove, the object opened Rowan up as it pushed past the ring and slipped fully inside him. Rowan screamed as the sharp pain ripped through him.
“There. That is only the small one, but it should help stretch that tight arse of yours.”
The awful pain dulled slowly as Rowan felt his arse hole close around it. The thick object Chase had pressed inside him was now snuggly buried deep inside him with only what felt like a thin cord hanging out of him. It might not hurt any more, but Rowan had no clue how, whatever it was, was ever going to get back out of him without ripping him apart.
Chase pulled Rowan’s legs back down. Rowan moaned as the thing inside him moved.
“Sit up.”
Rowan slowly sat up, knowing the thing inside him was still rubbing. Still pressing inside him at every move. He slid across and sat next to Chase.
“No, I want you on the floor, dog. On your knees.”
Rowan swallowed and dropped down to the floor in front of Chase.
“H… Here?” Rowan said, looking up at Chase.
“Perfect. Now, give me your hands.”
Rowan lifted them tentatively up to Chase, who took the two padded leather straps and tightened one around each of Rowan’s wrist. Rowan just stared blankly at them, too afraid to ask Chase what he was doing.
“Move your hands behind your back.” Rowan did so. “Good boy.” Chase said, running a finger down his cheek.
Chase was happy with me! I am making Chase happy!
Chase leaned behind Rowan’s shoulder. Rowan's hand seemed to be tugged together before he heard a click sound. Instinctively, Rowan tried to pull his hand apart, only to find they were now bound together behind his back.
Rowan blinked up at Chase, who only smiled back.
“You look scared again puppy and we haven't even started yet. Sit up more.”
Rowan wobbled slightly, but pushed up off his knees to sit up. It was harder to do without the use of his hands and the thing inside him pushed harder as he squeezed his pelvic muscles to sit up. He struggled to hold in a moan as the object inside him shifted.
“You look like you are enjoying that egg toy inside you.”
Rowan gasped as Chase’s fingers found Rowan’s hard cock.
“Don’t worry, you will like it even more soon enough.” Chase's thumb flicked at the head of Rowan’s cock. “But first I’m going to help you from leaking.”
Leaking? What did that mean?
Rowan inhaled as Chase grabbed what looked like a thick silicon rubber band from the table.
God, was Chase planning on using everyone of those items? Even those larger things?
Chase rolled the band over Rowan's cock and down to the base and over his balls. Rowan gasped as Chase let the band go. The ring wasn’t cutting off the circulation but held almost painfully tight against his already sore balls.
Rowan pulled at his cuffs, wanting to break free and rip it off his cock.
“It hurts. W... What is this?”
“Something to teach you not to come until I say.” Chase said, looking amused at his struggle.
“No! Please. I... I promise I won’t come… Just please take it off…”
Chase moved a hand to Rowan's shoulder, pushing him down against the back of his legs. The combination of the tightness on his cock and movement inside him caused him to cry out.
“If you want me to take it off, you need to make me come first.”
Chase unzipped his pants. His massive hard cock nearly slapped Rowan across his face as it bursted free. Rowan was left wide eyed as he was confronted with the gigantic cock that now made these large toys on the table look tiny.
How the fuck did that monster cock fit in to those tiny speedos he wore?
“You were the one that wanted to give me a blow job so badly, so you should be able to get me off quickly, right?”
Why did I say that I would suck his cock? I have no fucking clue what I am even meant to do here.
He tried to think back to all the porn videos he’d watched of people sucking cock. They had made it look easy. But then again, they had not been sucking anything as big as what Rowan was looking at now.
“Well, what are you waiting for, dog?” Chase pressed the tip of his cock to Rowan’s lips. “Open your mouth.”
Rowan slowly opened his mouth, letting the velvet, salty cock head press inside. Cautiously, he licked at the slit. There was an approving moan from Chase as his hand moved to the back of Rowan’s head, pushing the cock deeper into Rowan’s mouth. Rowan struggled for air as that hard cock rammed into the back of his throat. Afraid he would choke or vomit, Rowan pulled away.
Rowan coughed against Chase’s thigh as he tried to catch his breath when a thwack on his shoulder sent a sharp pain through him. Rowan choked on his breath and looked up at Chase. He held up a stick with a leather strap on the tip. His expression was furious.
Did he just hit me with that?
There was a tug on the lead, and Rowan was forced to sit up again. His face brought up, so he was inches from Chase’s. The leather tip on the stick tapped lightly on the side of Rowan's face.
“Wow, you’re really shit at this. Looks like you are going to need more training than I thought.”
Chase shoved him back down. Rowan barely had the chance to open his lips before Chase forced the cock back inside.
“Let's try again. This time, if you try to pull away or if I feel your teeth on my dick, I’ll hit you twice as hard with his riding crop . Do you understand?”
Rowan was given no time or way to answer his questions as Chase began thrusting his cock into his mouth. Rowan gasped against the cock as another hit came down the side of his ribs.
“Open wider. I am not even half in yet.”
The handle of the riding crop rubbed roughly into the side of Rowan’s head as Chase grabbed into his hair and forced Rowan's mouth up and down the length of his cock.
“I shouldn’t be doing all the work. Start moving on your own, dog,” Chase said, giving one last push on the back of Rowan’s head.
Rowan blinked back the tears. He tried rocking his torso back and forth to try to allow the cock to move further down his throat, but it wasn’t making it any easier. Another hit to his ribs made Rowan cry out. This only served to allow Chase’s cock to move deeper and make Rowan feel he might pass out.
“Move faster.”
Despite the pain and discomfort, Rowan forced himself to move faster, gagging as the cock moved impossibly deep, choking him.
“Mmmm. Good boy. Maybe you are a fast learner, after all.” Chase moaned. “Let me give you a reward.”
The ‘egg’ that Chase had pushed deep inside Rowan’s arse suddenly came alive with movement and intense vibrations. Rowan pulled from the cock in his mouth, gasping and shaking as the vibrations ripped through him. He clawed at his back and pulled at the cuff that held his hands in a vain effort to get the egg inside him out of him.
Tears in his eyes, he saw the small remote on Chase’s hand.
“Please… Stop. it… It’s too much! T… Turn it off. Please.” Rowan begged.
Chase narrowed his eyes and clicked the device. Rowan threw his head back and let out a scream as the vibrations increased. His cock ached as the band around his balls felt like it tightened.
“Oh dear. You pulled away before I was finished. We can’t let that go unpunished, can we?”
A loud thwack across his chest made Rowan scream in pain. He was still mid scream when two more hard slaps hit his chest.
“Please… stop…”
Rowan was crying. The pain from the riding crop was awful, but his squirming had made the vibrating egg move. It now pulsed and rubbed right against his prostate. All Rowan wanted to do was come. He didn't even care what Chase would do to him if he did, he just wanted to come. But the silicon ring held tighter, giving him no release.
“Please… I… I need to come!”
“Oh, you can beg better than that dog.”
“Pl… Please Chase—AHHHH!”
Another thwack across his chest.
“You are no longer allowed to call me by my name, dog. You will call me Master when you are begging me. Is that clear?”
Rowan swallowed, blinking the tears from his eyes.
What was going on? He’d just wanted to have dinner and watch movies with Chase like a normal date with a boyfriend. He didn’t want… Whatever this was that Chase was asking him for.
This was a mistake!
“P… Please Chase, I don’t w… Want to do this any—Ahhh!”
Another thwack on his chest.
Rowan's whole body shook at the increased force of the blow. The egg inside him sped up. Rowan fell against Chase’s thigh. He shook and gasped as what felt like an orgasm waved over him, but gave him no release. He pulled hard at the restraints on his hand, wanting more than anything to touch his cock and stop the excruciating pain in his balls.
“I warned you that there was no changing your mind once you got here.” Chase snapped. His face was almost emotionless as he sat there watching Rowan squirm in pain against him.
“Pl…Please…” Rowan sobbed out.
A thwack as the riding crop slapped hard against his nipple.
Rowan screamed. He swallowed back the wave of pain that ran through him. Any dignity Rowan may have before he’d walked into this apartment was now long gone.
His eyes full of tears, he looked up at Chase. “Please, I wa… Want to co… Come…Ma… Master.” Rowan choked out.
A smile crossed Chase’s beautiful face. Rowan was sure Chase would end this now. He’d done everything that had been asked of him. Rowan’s relief was short-lived as Chase grabbed the back of Rowan’s head and shoved him back down on his cock. The large organ forced its way back down Rowan’s throat.
“I said you could come after I do, Dog. You better try harder this time because I am not going to help you any more.” Chase let go of his head and leaned back into the lounge.
Rowan struggled to think as Chase’s hard cock filled his throat while the egg inside him vibrated and sent waves of pleasure through him. Rowan’s cock throbbed with a need to be satisfied. It was almost unbearable. He wanted to cry, to be let go, but he knew there was no end to this if he could not make Chase come.
Slowly, Rowan swallowed against the cock pressing at the back of his throat. He tried to relax as his lips began to move back and forth on its length, letting the cock move deeper as he did so. It hurt, but the pain in Rowan's cock and the need to be allowed to have his own release soon made Rowan forget the fear of choking on Chase’s cock.
The thrusts down his throat and the pulling of Rowan’s hair seemed never ending. Finally, Rowan felt Chase’s thighs twitch. The hand in his hair tightened, Chase’s low moan filled the room and a burst of warm fluid filled Rowan’s throat. Chase held him tight, not letting Rowan off his cock. Rowan shifted and squirmed as he was forced him to swallow the thick and salty come that filled his throat
Once satisfied, Chase let go. Rowan coughed and spluttered the come still left in his mouth as he gulped in air and filled his lungs.
Chase pulled his head up and smiled. “You still need more practice, but that was much better, dog. Should I let you come now too?”
“Ye…Yesss… Please…” Rowan choked out.
“Ah ah, is that how you should ask me?”
“Please…Please Ma… Master, can I come now?”
“See, you do learn fast, dog.”
Chase pulled Rowan shakily to his feet. The buzzing inside him had not stopped and Rowan was sure he would have fallen to the ground had Chase not held him. But instead of removing the ring off his cock, Chase spun him around and pulled him into his lap. Rowan let out a cry as the egg inside him pressed deeper.
Chase moved an arm around Rowan’s chest and pulled him back against him. Rowan could only stare at the large sun tanned arm holding him. Even if Rowan had wanted to, and even if his hands weren’t tied behind him, there was no way he could move that arm on him. The weight and strength difference between him and Chase was laughable.
Chase's other hand trailed slowly down Rowan’s stomach before they reached for his cock at last. His breath at Rowan’s ear, Chase’s fingers moved down his cock.
Rowan let out a moan.
“You seem like you are enjoying wearing this. Are you sure you want me to take it off?”
He flicked the tip of Rowan’s cock and Rowan threw his head back and screamed.
“Ple… ease… Mas… Mast… er!” Rowan yelled through tears.
Chase licked the side of his face. “You beg me so nicely, puppy.”
Rowan gasped as Chase pulled at the ring, but didn't remove it. The fingers holding his chest found his sore and bruised nipple that had been hit with the riding crop. Pain shot through Rowan as Chase pinched at the already swollen nipple. Rowan’s whole body shook against Chase as he continued to pinch and prod his tender chest.
“So sensitive here too, puppy.”
Rowan gasped as Chase licked at his ear.
“Now let’s give you that release you have earned.”
The hand on Rowan’s chest moved under Rowan’s leg and to his arse. There was a light pulled at the cord there. Rowan moaned as the egg moved slightly.
“Now be a good dog and make sure to scream nice and loud for me.”
Rowan barely registered the words as Chase flicked the band off his cock seconds before tugging hard and ripped the vibrating egg out all at once. An intense mix of pain and pleasure overwhelmed Rowan. All he could see was white as he thrashed and screamed against Chase. His cock sending ribbons of thick come across his stomach and thighs as he came harder than he knew was even possible.
His whole body spasmed as he gasped and trembled before falling spent against Chase’s chest. He didn’t even move or protest as Chase’s fingers, wet and sticky from Rowan’s own come, pushed between Rowan’s lips. Chase let them linger as he explored the inside of Rowan’s mouth.
“I think you need to thank me, dog.” Chase said against Rowan’s ear.
Rowan gasped as Chase moved his fingers from his mouth to let him speak. “T… Thank… you.” He said softly.
Chase tugged sharply on the collar.. “No. Thank me properly. Say thank you for making me come, Master.”
Rowan swallowed, trying to catch his breath, “Thank you for… For making me come, M… Master.”
Chase released the hold on the lead and Rowan fell back against him. There was a soft laugh from Chase as he stroked lovingly at Rowan’s cheek.
“Good dog. I think we are going to have a very enjoyable weekend together.”