Grooming Kareem

In a large tub, at the private establishment of a friend, my legs cocooned around the greyhound-taut thighs of my pet, fingers fanned into the coiling luxury of his hair, I wash his scalp, massaging the delicate nape, the ultra-sensitive mastoid bones I can’t resist scratching —fire lighting my groin at the way Kareem whimpers, grinding his ass into my cock. Normally, I’d punish such liberty-taking, but early on I decided there had to be a free zone where my pet could act out. The tub is that zone.

Twisting it like taffy in lieu of that other tower, the one I’m currently denying myself to make our reunion the sweeter; I work Kareem’s hair, his whimpers escalating. He’s buffing my rod now, working his cleft up and down—ass, whip-lashing backwards, while he tries to fuck me by feel—a skill he has practice at, though I make myself ignore his efforts, soothing myself like a rich man tallying assets, visualizing the braid I’ll work down his back, the oiling of his hair, that other lubing—before I let Kareem dress, slowly, provocatively, starting with his torso, when I make him masturbate both of us, the one time I force him to look up, while I feast on the view.

He has to flog us to half-mast by sensation, which he’s good at, though his fingers never fail to tremble the closer he gets to that almost-too-far point. He knows he’ll be spanked for that—an additional smack for every drop of pre-cum produced from either of us, pre-cum being any moisture I judge as such, the amount any estimate I choose.

Then there’s the moment he stops, hands quivering like aspen leaves, waiting for me to yank his cock and balls securely through his cock ring, knowing I might begin at once or prolong the agony—doing nothing, leaving him to figure whether I want him to frig more or simply wait, punishing him arbitrarily should he guess wrong, the more so, should his body betray me by going soft or shooting it’s load.

For now, I snap my fingers at a naked slave-boy, who obliges me by using a pitcher to rinse Kareem’s hair, exciting my pet to wiggling, cause now he can turn around and fuck me with his mouth or eat me with his ass, milking me with buttock-clenches, even cock-fuck me in this free zone, each of us in lapping slave-nuts in turn, while our time holds out.

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