Good Boy

Pleasure

(Kyle's P.O.V)

Chris slammed me down on the couch so I could face him now, he smiled almost maliciously at me as he reached for the front of my jeans. He undid the buttons slowly, never breaking eye contact. "Since you were such a good little boy for me I think you've earned a little reward..." He hooked his fingers along the waist of my jeans and yanked them down below my knees, my cock bounced up meeting the cool air, Chris chuckled. "No underwear little one? Were you expecting something to happen?" I shook my head no, this time it was the truth I don't like wearing underwear really. "No? Are you telling me the truth this time?"

"Y-yes... Promise I j-just don't like it..." Chris' hand hovered over my erection as he hummed out.

"Lucky me then..." He lowered his hand to just barely graze my tip. My hips jutted  upward making him pull his hand away. I groaned in frustration. "I thought this was supposed to be a reward..." 

"Haha, oh it is... Of course if you keep up your complaining I could keep on teasing this little cock of yours and just, not let you cum..." I let out a whine and raised my hips again. 

"Noo, please I'll be good..." Chris tip toed his fingers down my length and teased.

"Mmm, ya' promise?" 

"P-promise! Promise! Just please..." 

"Please what? You have to be specific..." I gasped and gripped the couch tight.

"Please I need you t-to make me cum!" Chris leaned over me more and ghosted over my lips mumbling. "Good boy..." Before kissing me and gripping my length in his warm hand. He stroked me gently at first but as my hips began to move in time with his hand he pulled away a bit. He moved so he straddled my thighs, he kept his free hand on the left of my hip. "You have to sit still little one..." He continued to stroke me but he increased his pace. I tried to rut my hips again but his weight and placement of his hand kept me from moving much. I began to moan lightly as my gut began to turn and drop Chris pulled his hand away. I almost screamed in frustration, no wonder he likes to be a Master... "Why'd you stop?" Chris laughed a bit darkly and rubbed my lower stomach kindly. "Because this is a good moment to test a new rule... Every time you feel you're going to cum you need to ask for permission. Okay?" I nodded my head frantically. 

"Y-yes Master please just... Don't stop, please, please, please..." Chris stoked my cheek and mused. "My, my what a good little slave using proper terms and saying please..." Chris ran his hand back down from cheek, down my chest and thankfully back to my cock. He started back up his rapid pace. I let a string of almost screams fall from my lips as the pleasure seemed to surge this time around. I could barely get out one word let alone a sentence asking for permission. 

"Chr- Fuck! Master! Cum, need ta' c-CUM! Please! Chris leaned over me and husked in my ear as I nearly sobbed from the sensation. "You can cum little one, go on cum for your Master...." I let out a scream as he released my hip just as my gut dropped. I came hard, harder than I ever had before. I covered my stomach in my own cum, breathing deep and hard. I could get addicted to this kind of thing...