Texas 9
The Puppy awoke with a warm hand stroking his cock. He sighed and snuggled into the familiar warmth of his master. He was rewarded with a sharp bite to his neck.
“So, master, my brother won’t let you near his bed?” The boy grinned as he was jerked onto his back. His trust in his master was absolute. He was not his master’s obsession, but his master cared for him in his own unique way.
“I would think your ass would not want more abuse so soon.” Texas said evenly, twisting the boy’s nipple between thumb and forefinger.
The Puppy snorted. “My ass will take anything you will give it, master, and ask for more.”
The man groaned and kissed his boy. They needed this, a chance to be away from the business, the clients, the expectations, if only he could make his Kitten understand.
“Use me, master. I’m fine.” The Puppy took Texas’ hand and placed it on his buttocks, sighing when his master kneaded his flesh.
The man considered his boy’s offer, enjoying the warm soft skin. His Kitten was fickle. He made no hesitation in showing Texas his anger at his master fucking other people. Only his Puppy was excluded. His Kitten seemed to understand his master using his brother’s body.
Texas watched the boy’s brown eyes for the wrong kind of pain as he gently massaged and softened the tight opening with lube. He then pushed his Puppy onto his stomach, mounting the beautiful tanned body in one slow thrust.
“Fuck, master.” His Puppy panted as his body fought to adjust to the man’s girth.
“This is what you wanted, boy.” Texas groaned, thrusting in and out of the tight hole.
“Yes, master, please, harder.” The boy cried out and met his master thrust for thrust.
The man pulled the boy’s hips up and took his silky cock in his hand, so different from his brother, he was thicker. Soft curls brushed against his knuckles as he fisted the boy. The Puppy’s anal muscles clamped down hard taking his master by surprise causing Texas to release.
As he panted against the Puppy’s neck, he realized the boy’s flesh was still rigid. He kissed the flushed nape and nuzzled into the sweaty hair. “Good boy, such a good boy, come for me, Puppy.” The Puppy’s body tightened like a bowstring. He came with a quiet hiss, coating his master’s fist.
He cradled the boy close. His once proud Puppy had come a long way, the man thought, as the boy took his hand and licked away the traces of his seed. So well trained, he pleased his master greatly.
“Take this time to enjoy yourself, Paul.” The boy’s eyes widened in part surprise and part fear. Texas shook his head and planted a reassuring kiss against the trembling lips. “Oh you are still my Puppy, boy, never forget.” Paul shook his head and burrowed into his master.
“I just want you to relax, Jug too.” He felt the boy stiffen. “I see everything, Pup. I know my man lusts after you. You both are too loyal to even realize it.” He tipped the boy’s face up. “I have to brave the pits of hell for my Kitten’s forgiveness. If you want to fuck Jug, you have my permission.” Paul just nodded. “Never forget that your ass is still mine.”
“Yours, master, yours,” the boy moaned, lips parting begging for reassurance. Texas kissed him long and hard, leaving his boy’s lips marked, bruised and swollen.
*~*
Jug, Paul shook his head, looking out across his master’s grounds. He was a city boy at heart. He really wasn’t sure what to do with himself in this humid, outreaching, nothingness.
Jug, he thought again. Most of his care was done by the giant. Not fat, ungainly, or ugly, just fucking huge. He had fought ineffectually against the man’s methodical care until his master had finally broken him.
He thought of those wide palms on his body, the thick fingers inside of his body and the boy was not surprised to feel lust pool in his groin. Jug wanted him, he knew that. He had his master’s permission. Jug wasn’t a client; no he belonged to the master as well.
His keeper towered over most and protected the master without question. His features fit the rest of his body, but they could be kind. The boy shuddered, remembering the awful train. Jug had cleaned his body and sat with him. When he would wake up crying out, he would feel the large palm rest reassuringly on his shoulder, never saying a word.
Paul opened the dresser not really knowing what to expect. This was definitely not the place for club clothing or the enticements he wore for clients. He picked up a small swatch of cloth. He grinned, a Speedo? That must mean a pool. He quickly tugged on the black, silky garment. There was just enough material to cover his cock and his ass. Looking over his shoulder at his ass, the boy laughed, just barely.
He pulled out a light weight cotton button up shirt. Could he seduce the giant? He slipped the shirt of his shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned. The white of the shirt was a sharp contrast to his tanned skin and complimented the swim suit. He shrugged. If the man did not want to fuck him, he could always go swimming.
He searched for the man. He stopped when he heard grunts. Peeking through the crack in the doorway, Paul grinned. Oh yes, Kyle had the master’s nuts in a chokehold. The dark haired man was taking out his frustration on a sparring dummy.
The boy knew if it had been him, he would have been strung up by his wrists and whipped within the inch of his life for disobedience. His master knew what it took for his Puppy’s submission. It did not work the same for his Kitten.
Paul stepped away to continue his search. His ass was not bothering him, even after the fisting and the fucking by his master. It was part of his master’s care. He knew that he could take Jug and not be any worse for wear.
He found his keeper reclined in a shady veranda with a cool glass of water at his side. The man was dressed in light linen pants and matching shirt. He could do this. For once, just this once with his master’s permission, he could take something for his self. He hoped that Jug would feel the same.
He slipped up on the man quietly, though deep down he knew that the man would sense his approach. It was to his advantage that Jug did not react. He held the man’s gaze as he straddled his hips. Jug’s green eyes narrowed but did not say a word.
Paul took the broad hands and placed them on his slender thighs. “Hey Jug.”
“Pup,” His fingers twitched, wanting to caress the soft skin.
“It’s hot.” He placed the cold glass against his neck, feeling the moisture trail down his chest. “You look thirsty, Jug.”
“We can’t, Pup.” Jug sighed. He placed his hands on the boy’s hips to lift him off, but the boy leaned forward.
Paul brushed the cold glass against the man’s lips. “I have the master’s permission, Jug. I am yours to fuck, if you want.”
“You are not mine, Pup.” Jug said evenly, pushing the boy back. “You belong to the master.”
Paul crossed his arms over his chest. “So do you. We are both his. I know you want me, Jug, here’s your chance. Fuck me.”
Jug sighed. The boy was so enticing, thick black hair, soft brown bedroom eyes, slender body, and a beautiful ass that just begged to be fucked. Which it did on a regular basis, Jug reminded himself. Could he really take that which he desired? Would he be able to handle preparing the boy for his next client? The boy’s job did not disgust him. Watching the master break the boy, the eventual submission had been heady. Would the Pup treat him like a client, would it be real?
He gave into temptation and trailed his fingers across the boy’s hipbones and into the waistband of the skimpy suit. The boy moaned and twisted into the caress. “Such pretty responses, Pup.”
The boy got off of the man’s lap, giving him an angry glare. “Whatever, Jug. You and I both know that I’m a whore. It did not stop you from wanting me.” He stalked away, hugging himself with slumped shoulders.
The bodyguard sat frozen in shock. What just happened?
“That was monumentally stupid, old friend.” Texas said with a sigh. Jug spun around. His boss stood watching the retreating back of the dark haired boy.
“The boy knows who he belongs to,” Texas stated evenly. “He would never have offered without my permission. Just because he likes sex, and his job is to do what I tell him, does not make him a whore. He offered himself to you because he wanted to, not because he had to or because it was his job, but because he wanted to.”
Jug looked torn.
“Now, I suggest you make amends to Paul, and yes I called him Paul,” Texas said with a gusty sigh. “If you are lucky, my friend, you will have a warm body to curl up to tonight. I have it on good authority that he comes from very temperamental stock.”
*~*
Paul made the turn into another lap. He was furious. He would not cry. It was no skin off him if Jug did not want to get laid. He pulled up and swam to the shallow water.
It hurt. He was used to being offered to men. His one opportunity to offer himself to someone other than his master had failed spectacularly. He sat on the underwater steps and curled himself around his legs. Even with his master’s care, he was still a two bit whore.
It just never hurt this much, Paul thought, his eyes burning with unshed tears.
“I’m sorry, Pup.” The boy turned suddenly, slipping on the steps and going under. “Shit!” The bodyguard groaned and pulled the boy up by his nape. He put his free hand under the floundering boy’s armpit and hauled him into his arms.
“Put me down, Jug.” Paul struggled in the iron grip. He knew it was useless. It did not stop him from trying. “Let me go, asshole.”
“Now that’s the Pup, I know.” Jug said easily. He grunted as the boy tried to knee him in the groin, “Be still, kid or I will throw you back in.”
“If that will get you to let me be then do it.” Paul snarled, kicking out again.
Jug wrapped him in a hug, bearing down until the flailing limbs stilled. “I’m sorry, Pup. I was thoughtless.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m a slut and you don’t want it, got it the first time, don’t need a recap.” Paul let his body go lax. “Now let me go, you ox. Maybe the master will want me; fuck knows Kyle won’t let him near his ass right now.”
Jug pulled the boy into a kiss, startling Paul into opening his mouth. He moaned at the masculine taste only to rear back as if slapped. He heard Jug’s words over and over in his mind, such pretty responses.
“I want you, Pup. I’m just an idiot. My skills are in my brawn not my brain. I fear the boss as much as I respect him. It gave me pause when you offered and my mouth went off and left what little bit of a brain I do have behind.” He carried the stunned boy to his room and sat him on his bed. “Now, one you are not a whore and I’m not a genius. Two, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the very first day I saw you in that alley but it was not my place. Three, I would like to keep you in my bed for our duration here, if you would let me.”
Paul leaned back on his arms. His body trembled. “I’m not Kyle. If you are being honest with me, then I forgive you.” His lips parted and he wet his cracked lips. “I’m not a fake. That’s what the master likes about me.” He could see the lust in Jug’s eyes and the echoing hardness in his pants. “Fuck me Jug, don’t make me ask again.”
The man groaned and pulled the boy up into his arms, kissing him desperately. “So long, Pup.” He took in the boy’s scent, nipping his jaw, his ear, and sinking his teeth into his neck. He ripped the tiny swatch of fabric away, causing Paul to gasp.
Jug had to remove the boy’s limbs that clung to him like vines to lay him on the bed. He covered Paul’s mouth once more before gasping out, “Please, Pup, got to be naked. Want to fuck you.” The boy was on his knees pulling at the shirt until the buttons flew. The man kicked away his pants. He had Paul on his back once more, his large frame dwarfing the boy.
“You are so small,” Jug groaned, burying his face in Paul’s neck. “I feel like I could break you in half.”
The dark haired boy writhed in his keeper’s arms; he could feel the large erection against his stomach. He spread his legs eagerly, bucking when Jug settled against him. “I’ve had more than one fist in my ass, please, you won’t hurt me. Please, fuck, please.”
He grabbed the lotion he used for self pleasure. He tried to take his time. He knew he should prepare the boy properly. But the boy’s vulnerable collared throat and restless body made him snap. He rolled over on his back pulling the boy on top.
“Ride me, Pup. I’m not gonna last long and I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” Jug groaned at the feel of the boy’s ass on his abdomen.
Paul was in awe. He was never in this position. Jug looked open and needy beneath him.
He placed the wide head of the man’s cock at his opening and sat back slowly. It was like being impaled on a telephone pole. Jug gasped as the boy’s body took him in. Paul answered with a groan when his bottom settled on the man’s hips. He felt the man’s balls as he squirmed to adjust. Jug reached out and massaged the boy’s stomach, worried that the straining erection had begun to soften.
“I’m good,” The boy moaned with his eyes clenched. “You are so deep.” And with that Paul began to move, slowly at first and then faster. His erection returned hard and leaking fluid onto Jug’s stomach.
The man was in awe. The Pup rode him. The boy was gorgeous, his body stretched, his back curved, and his cock was a thing of beauty. He cupped the hot flesh in his huge hand, allowing the boy’s motion to fuck his hand as well.
“Jug, can’t, please, can’t, need, please, fuck, please,” Paul panted, voice hoarse and in pain.
Jug’s eyes widened at the sheer power he held over the boy. The Pup would not, could come without permission. He gripped the cock in his hand harder and growled, “Cum.”
When the boy tightened around him, Jug’s hips bucked helplessly. The boy was breathtaking in his orgasm, the arching back, the parted lips, and pearly streams streaking his stomach. Jug grabbed the boy’s hips and pulled him down as he thrust up, coating the boy’s insides with his seed.
Paul slumped forward in Jug’s strong arms. “I’ve got you, Pup, I’ve got you.” The burly man whispered over and over into the sweaty dark hair.