Page 171 of Allegiance

Oh, and Tommy was the perfect one.

“More,” he ordered, as Tommy continued to work him down his throat.

In his defense, Gene wasn’t small. His dick was thick, and this man was working for it.

“I want your saliva on my balls, Thomas. Work harder,” he ordered.

Oh, and Tommy did.

It didn’t take long once he controlled his gag reflex. He forced Gene’s dick into his throat, and then, stared up at him, his eyes full of tears.

His gaze said it all.

Someone liked to please.

“I’m about to get rough,” Gene said. “Our safe word is homicide. Once you say it, I stop. If you don’t say it, Tommy, I don’t stop. Understand?”

He tried to nod.

He tried to breathe.

His heart was racing in his chest.

“Then we begin,” Gene said, setting his head free. “Make me cum, and swallow every drop. Then, we’re going to bed. You will address me as Sir, and nothing else. If you break this role, the game ends. Are we clear?”

He nodded again, letting his dick slip a little out of his mouth.

“Did I tell you to stop holding my cock in your throat?” he asked.

Tommy’s eyes went huge.

“Down your throat.”

He fought to get it back again, and when he did, Gene leaned against the shower wall.

“Fuck your face with my dick, and again, make me cum down your throat.”

Tommy got to work.

He blew him in earnest, and the sounds in the shower were music to both of them.

The slurping.

The moans.

It was a symphony of sexiness.

Gene watched the man on his knees, and he loved every second of it. He remembered the days he was Ethan’s sexy bottom, and he’d learned a lot about the man, and himself.

If you didn’t get dirty, it wasn’t sex.

And if you didn’t leave a few marks, it wasn’t rough enough.

Those were words to live by.

As Tommy blew him, Gene enjoyed the view of the man on his knees. He could see his dick, and someone was enjoying himself.

“Someone likes being my cock sucker, doesn’t he?” he asked, feeling the moan from Tommy as he tried to make him cum.