Trying to catch his breath, Gil smiled at his new boy, the words "Yes, Master," still ringing in his ears.
Xan was beautiful. Shaved all over, and the lack of hair allowed the tattoos and multiple peircings stand out, let them shine. The man's torso was covered in spiky black ink -- the patterns were fascinating, one flowing into the next and the next, leaving only that glowing ass bare. Add that to the double rings in each nipple, the genital piercings -- Xan was stunning.
Three years in a row he'd bid on Alexander at the Hammer Charity Auction. The first two times had been that one night only. Hell, the first year he'd been with someone, though they weren't exclusive.
This time, though, the third time, they'd gotten it right.
Xan was going to stay because Xan was his.
"I'm going to make love to you now." He'd worked Xan over, plugged him, put a cock ring on him, set weights on his piercings. Now it was time to take the beautiful ass and make it his.
"Yes, Sir. Please." No. Not Sir. Xan called any Top Sir. Gil had never heard 'Master' from those lips until tonight.
"That's not what you call me." There'd be no making love until Xan got it right.
"What do you want to be called?" Always pushing. Always.
"You know very well what I expect you to call me, boy." He was in for a wild ride, he could tell; he hadn't had a challenge like this in... maybe ever.
Xan moaned, the long body rippling beneath him. "I've never called anyone that before." No, and Xan never would call anyone else Master again.
"That's because it's what you call me. No one else, no one ever. Just me."
"Yes. Yes, Master." Xan shivered, the arousal and need and happiness in those eyes fascinating.