From Play To Service

Eyes lit up and whole body tensed at the offer; a grin baring well-kept gleaming teeth came with the subsequent challenge. The big man considered. The best position was right where he had been of course, lying on his back, but now with the blond standing provocatively at the center of the table... Harry slid down carefully not to jostle the gourmet bites, breath in short eager pants. His head had just about caught up with Aron's position with his own rear and hands at a corner of the table and legs hanging into space. With Aron very nearly exposed Harry closed the last distance to nuzzle once again, mouthing him warmly over his underwear through the trousers' open V. With his head and shoulders about to fall on one side and legs hanging like a suspension bridge on the other, the pose was one endless curl frozen an inch from relaxation. Yet the fitness expert couldn't be more pleased. His chiseled torso trembled like high tension wires - quite the show. However long he'd be privileged in pleasing his master though, that's how long he swore to keep this going without scrambling for a rest.
 
Aron watched his gym bunny move expertly around to get to his treat. He could see how taut every muscle was and how much effort Harry was putting into just moving over to reach. He watched how every taut muscle quaked as he positioned himself at Aron's crotch, nuzzling his underwear. Aron smiled, and pulled his trousers down, along with his underwear and then let Harry do the rest. It was his treat, but it was also a treat for Aron.
 
A treat, but a delightful yet tricky maneuver too. Upside down, like 69 but with gravity working against him or just creating new angles to work with. In heaven, Harry ran his tongue around the head, sucked the tip and then licked Aron all the way down to his base, creating a glistening streak and burying his cheek against the blond's thatch of hair. He then took all of Aron's soft yet growing form into his mouth with a stir of his tongue that laved him all around with saliva in tender orbits. He sucked gently up and down the shaft, tongue lively all the while, as Aron grew.
 
Aron smiled as Harry worshiped his cock. It made his cock grow hard as the muscle man sucked him off. Aron did not know why but he loved very muscular men and he loved dominating them. He guessed it may stem from his first master. The man was tall, broad shouldered and very muscular. Even in death the man looked beautiful and Aron loved the physic of men. He himself was muscular, but in proportion to his body frame. His shoulders were normal in size, maybe a bit smaller for a man his age, but he was chiseled. But he was getting distracted from the task at hand. "Are you enjoying your treat my gym bunny?" he asked the boy hotly.
 
Harry took a deep breath at the catch - pause his attentions or fail to answer? He tried to succeed at both and substituted 'loudly' for 'clearly' for his extraordinarily muffled answer. "Ahha-lu-ly, oo oh ih," the syllables barely sounded coherent with his mouth deep around Aron's cock. The soles of his feet braced on the table edge rather than hung beyond, anchoring him down. Time not just to please and thrill but also test how much he could get away with this time. His hands strayed to his master's hips, not just helping himself hang on during that upside down face fuck but hauling the blond in and driving him out in tempo as Harry took that iron-hard meat down his throat.
 
Aron smirked and pulled back, pulling his member out of Harry's mouth. "What was that Harry? I didn't hear you clearly," he said hotly to the muscle man. His cock was just centimeters from Harry's face, standing at attention and ready for a long night. Aron was more excited then he'd been at the parties. He would always have Harry dressed for the parties, in his choice of clothes of course but still dressed. And he would never share his pet, just like he would never touch another pet. It was just not in his nature. He liked having the chocolate bar and not sharing any of the pieces. Until Harry said he didn't want to do this anymore, then Aron would want him.
 
A growl let out at being denied, backtalk without a concrete word among the feral notes. "Absolutely, you know it," he repeated impatiently. More than that, frustrated. He'd had a job at hand, and was doing damn fine at it, but now those mere centimeters away between him and his master's heavy cock was worse than being out of reach completely. Tauntingly close enough to make him wonder if he had the means to hang off just a little bit further without his muscles getting spent - or flipping the table over, and what a disaster that would be. Heaven knew his master had tempted him to imagine flipping furniture across the room sometimes, what with their delicious and addicting head games.

No good. A few more centimeters wasn't the answer, not just to lip the head but treat his master to his deep throat dicking again... and be rewarded with attention for his own aching full member in due time of course. Harry smiled upwards with false, toothy sweetness. "No need for you to be so shy over there, master." And switched one of his hands from Aron's hip to the man's nest of pubic hair. His fingers combed through up against the warm flesh, then locked together trapping rows of hair near the roots. No need to tug, not when a steady pressure got the bold masochist's point across.
 
Harry was pushing it tonight, feeling Harry's hands in the tuft of pubic hair that Aron had was a bit of a risky gesture for the gym bunny. Aron growled as a warning to Harry. "Your pushing it Harry, I never said you could touch me," he said to the gym bunny. His punishments usually were to just send Harry to bed or leave him tied up somewhere and leave a vibrator inside of him to let him suffer through it for the whole night. He took the step forward. "Open your moth Harry," he ordered, and once he had, Aron let his cock, move right into Harry's mouth, moaning on the inside from how hot and wet his mouth was. He leaned down and took another piece of sushi into his mouth, eating the piece and smiling as he felt Harry begin to suck.
 
The warning gave the fitness expert a qualm - whatever unknown deviousness he almost brought upon himself, the tone said he'd be begging for escape before the end of it - but also a smug checkmark for getting under his master's skin.
That touch of teeth and tongue against his torso, that solid arousal slipped into his mouth, both tightened his groin and made him crave more stimulation. Trying to buy his way he went for broke, snapping his head to suck up and down Aron's length. Hands bracing himself on the furniture once more, the muscle boy threw his weight just so, making the table rock two legs an inch or fraction off the floor. Precum wept from his own neglected length as he imagined what he must look like - eager, hedonistic, and oh-so famished to take Aron inside his mouth that he positively lived for it - maybe winning Aron's approval or even giving him a power trip to be in charge of such a buck.
 
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