Chapter 12

“Hey,” Robert breathed gently, “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? “What makes you think I don’t want it?” Milo found himself snapping, the panic taking hold. What if he changed his mind? What if he never had this. What if he left afterwards and he never had it again?

“Well, this for a start,” Robert said and stroked Milo’s now flaccid cock.

“Fuck off,” Milo was horrified to hear his voice crack. He wriggled to get free but Robert simply took his hands and pinned them above his head, making him feel terrifyingly vulnerable and open. He moaned as the night air caressed his chest. “Let go of me.” He pulled but to no avail. “Let go.”

Robert held his hands tightly with one hand and with the other took hold of his cock which was now fully, painfully erect again. “Remember you only have to say the word,” he murmured and then pumped him hard.