Texas
His name was Texas Donovan. His very name struck fear into the hearts of many. He stood tall, dark, and dangerous. He had little patience for incompetence and did not suffer fools.
His reach was far and wide in the underbellies of vast cities, and he ruled with an iron fist. He was known simply as Texas.
“Please, sir,” the man squirmed. “I did not know, please, have mercy.”
Texas flicked non-existent lint from his shoulder. “Okay,” the pitiful excuse of a man actually sighed with relief. “I am to believe that you had no knowledge what so ever that the Mesa Group had been stealing right under your nose. Oh but that’s right, in actuality, they were stealing from me.”
The hole was small and perfectly between surprised eyes. The man slumped backwards into a pool of his own blood.
Texas dropped the gun on the dead body, “Pity.”
*~*
With a nod from his guards, Texas entered his home as the sun was beginning to rise. He had a penthouse in the heart of the city that had a panoramic view of his empire. He gave little thought to that.
The boy knelt in front of the flat screen television watching some silliness. His bottom rested on his heels. His bound wrists made trip after trip into the popcorn bowl. He was naked except for his wrist cuffs and collar.
With a small smile, Texas snapped his fingers. He watched as the boy dropped the popcorn and looked over his naked shoulder. Purple eyes widened as the boy rose gracefully only to kneel at the tall man’s feet.
“Have you had a good day?” He carded his fingers through the soft waterfall of honey blonde hair. “Up.” The boy stood once again with his head bowed respectfully. Texas lifted the beautiful face and kissed the boy deeply.
With a hand to the back of the boy’s neck, Texas gave the command of, “Come.” He turned and knew without a doubt that the boy trailed at his feet.
The man loosened his tie and removed his coat. Sitting in his wide recliner, he pulled the boy between his thighs. With a twirl of his finger, the boy followed the command and turned presenting his back and buttocks to the man.
Texas trailed his fingers over the dried cum on the hollow of the boy’s back. He had jacked off over the bound form, marking the boy with his seed before he had left for the evening. Cupping the round buttocks possessively, Texas liked to see his mark on his possession.
Giving the tempting flesh a swat, the man sent the boy moving forward. He carefully poured his master a drink with his wrists bound together. He then brought it back, kneeling gracefully, presenting it without spilling a drop.
Taking the scotch, Texas slipped his thumb into the pretty bow shaped mouth. “Very good, Kitten.” The boy preened sucking and licking his master’s thumb like a cat.
The man’s cock rose under the alluring view of the pink tongue darting in and out. Spreading his thighs, Texas sat back. The boy nuzzled the hardened bulge with his cheek as he eased it out of the soft slacks and silk boxers. Knowing his master’s preference, the boy paid homage to the hot flesh.
Texas sipped his scotch watching his Kitten and enjoying the boy’s wet mouth. He sat the glass aside. With another finger snap, the boy crawled into his lap.
The man prepared the boy’s hole quickly and efficiently. He held the narrow hips and eased himself up into the tight wet heat. The boy grunted and put his thumb into his mouth. His master liked to watch him suck while he got his ass fucked. His erection brushed the soft fabric of his master’s shirt. The boy was too well trained to cum before being told.
Texas enjoyed the slow fuck after a long day, and his Kitten was perfect. He pulled the boy down and ground deep as he spilled deep inside the snug vise. His little slave boy would not beg. The softened flesh slipped out of the boy’s swollen hole. The man watched as the boy pulled harder on his thumb to ward off his need for release. Cupping the slender erection, Texas gave the boy a nod.
With permission, the boy humped his master’s fist until he sprayed his release. Texas put his cum covered fist in front of the boy. His Kitten cradled his fist in his bound hands, and lapped it clean.
Texas lifted the boy and carried him to bed. Man and boy went to sleep in the light of the rising sun.