Excerpt from my personal writing, kind or constructive feedback is appreciated as narrative writing does not come natural for me. Also links to my sex blog which is NSFW, follow at your own risk.
“… “May I kiss your chest?”
“Yes, please” Sven responds airily, lost in a fantasy.
To Sven’s surprise, he is caressed for another ten minutes without feeling any lips on his body. Sven is envious of his master’s control as inside he desperately craves to be touched, his only resistance lies in his desire to please his master first . His genitals pulse with anticipation and he resists the urge to touch himself. Sven gasps as lips suddenly encircle his nipple, a tongue gently flicking at the bud that awakens slowly. He grins at his body’s response, thankful to have gained so much sensation back. Sven feels Derek’s mouth trailing across his chest, momentarily losing track of his lips as he crosses the scars that lack nerve endings. Sven is startled by the sudden emptiness of his skin; Derek has sat back to view his chest from afar.
“It’s beautiful” Derek remarks quietly.
“Thank you, sir” Sven replies pridefully. Sven released all shame for his body years ago, he proudly wears his scars, visible and yet masked by his deep voice and beard. Years of being in the gay male scene have removed any disgust he previously had for “feminine” compliments, though his heart still skips a beat when he hears a “she” or “her” in a room full of men. It took a long time for him to accept the idiosyncrasies of his community, the penchant for calling each other queens and girls. Although it has taken years, Sven loves his body for what it is; it’s different than most of the other guys, but that makes him unique, something he now cherishes, even with the fear it brings with new sexual partners.
“Would you like to go further boi?” Derek asks slyly.
Sven’s cunt drips at his words, silently wondering if Derek knows how hard he gets when someone calls him “boi.” Derek can see Sven twitch with excitement and wiggle his hips to secretly give himself stimulation.
“Seems like someone is getting impatient…am I going to have to punish you?”
Sven’s eyes get wide and he nearly stutters to respond, “y-yes sir, I need to be punished”
Derek takes a moment to collect his thoughts, he enjoys making boi’s wait. He goes through a mental check list of the boundaries they had set prior to this meeting. They were quite compatible; Sven being a natural submissive and Derek a natural dominate. Neither was interested in water sports or scat play and Sven had informed Derek of his nervousness around breathing, as he was prone to asthma. Derek knew not to bring a ball gag as he was informed it would dislocate Sven’s jaw; Derek wanted his jaw in top shape to suck his dick, but harm was not his intent. Sven wanted to serve Derek, to give him pleasure; he not so secretly hoped he would be rewarded with pleasure as well. While naturally submissive, Sven was also somewhat of a slut. Derek had a challenge ahead of him to put Sven in his place and make him sore. He needed to be taught a lesson; he should not worry about his own pleasure, his master will give it when it is deserved. He delighted to think of the pounding that he was going to give; he planned to fuck him until he begged for release.
Derek’s smile slowly faded and Sven saw the change in his eyes: now the scene had truly begun…