[Lams][Yours]

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Alex ended up falling asleep in a sitting position. He only awoke when he saw John getting up in the morning, hearing him on the phone, assuming it was with their work. He was in a kind of daze as he processed that he was still tied to the bed, looking up as a phone was placed next to his ear. He saw John holding it there, mouthing the words "food poisoning." Alex nodded and

used a sick voice to explain he'd eaten something bad the night before and couldn't come on, the phone being taken away and hung up.

Alex continued to look up to John, who didn't say a word as he assessed Alex quickly, presumably wanting to make sure he was still okay. The rope holding his wrists together and the dildo in his ass hadn't been tight enough to leave marks, staying still and looking down as John shifted them to check.

He was still okay, and he could tell John was at least keeping sure Alex was okay and safe. When he was done being inspected, John slipped back into a smirk a she had the night before. Alex looked back up, feeling John grab his chin and force him up. A finger forced its way through his lips, Alex's eyes on John. The hand was pulled away and the leash was untied from the bed, the binds on his wrists undone as well. He perked up, shifting, only to feel John's foot on his back, forcing him down on his hands and knees. "Pets don't walk on two legs." He reminded, Alex nodding.

He was led to the kitchen, sat next to the chair instead of in front of it. When he was tgold to say he obeyed, eyeing what John was doing. He saw the other prepare two bowls of food, sighing in relief. He was starving, and he knew he would need it for the day to come. When John came back up, one bowl was set on the table, the other on the floor in front of Alexander, Once again, John's foot on his back.

"No using your hands, understand? Like the filthy animal you are just lick it up." He commanded. Alex bit his lip and nodded. He could respect it. Keep him in his place while also making sure he got what he needed. He bent down to start to eat, feeling the dried come on his face from the night before, and on his stomach and body.

The foot was back, this time on his head as he ate, forcing him to stay down and eat the food, which he had no problem doing. It was embarassing and difficult, but he needed the food, and couldn't complain.

When the pair was done, John took the bowls and washed them. Alex was expecting to be brought back to the bedroom, b ut was instead led to John's home office, he frowned a bit, but allowed himself to be forced under the desk.

"I still have work to do today, slut, so you're going to sit there and keep my cock warm, understand? If I want any more you are to do so upon command." ALex's dick twitched at the thought, nodding to him. He watched John pull his pants down, his cock springing out again in his face. A hand in his hair guided him down all the way, the tip hitting the back of his throat. He choked a bit and rested his chin on the seat, starting to breathe through his nose. "No moving." He heard above him.

ALex obeyed and started to space out, ignoring his already sore jaw. This went on for about an hour when he heard John start speaking to someone on his laptop, someone talking back. WIth a smirk he started to pull off, before puhing his head all the way down, starting to bob his head. He heard a sharp intake of breath on John's part, and an apology that he was fine, a hand being brought into his hair to force his head all the way down, making it tifficult to breathe.

Two could play at that game. He began to suck hard, even with his head still. He very quickly heard John end the call, saying something about Alex throwing up again, before feeling the chair pull out and John's cock pulled out of his mouth. He looked up to see the glare he was being given, only smiling innocently in response.

"You were being so good too, then you interrupt a call like that?" He snapped at him, using his hair to pull him out from under and up on his knees. Before any remark could be made, he felt John slap him. "Now you're in trouble." He growled, Alex looking up and whining. ANother slap. "Don't whine, slut. You did this to yourself." He watched John shut his laptop and push it back on his desk.