Chapter 4

“No what?” snarled Ben, baring his perfect white teeth like a Rottweiler about to attack.

“No, I don’t have anything to say,” Rocky replied with a smirk.

Ben brought the riding crop down against the bare flesh of Rocky’s buttocks once more. “No what?” he repeated.

“No, sir,” said Rocky.

Ben smiled. “That’s better.”

Ben began walking away and despite his current situation, Rocky found himself still wanting to feel Ben’s cock slipping into his arse. He wanted to pull those meaty arse cheeks apart and bury his face between them. He could imagine the manly smell there and the feel of those twin gluteal muscles pressing in against his face as he forced his tongue ever deeper into the man’s fuck-hole

One thing he really could feel was his cock growing hard. He tried to stop it, but the more he fought against it the harder it grew. Finally, as Ben was turning back to face him, it was jutting up almost parallel to his stomach.