Master, Slave, Master (5)

"Fuck you want, bastard!" Xavier screamed through the phone, raising Angel's senses.

"Calm down, fucker. You want to piss me off?" Ray warned, and his puppy soothed his lap with worried eyes. Amused, Ray flipped the camera. "Look, you made your baby worry for you."

Barely awake, Xavier comprehended what he was looking at. "Fuck, what? Are you sitting on him?"

"Somewhat, yeah. It's comfortable." Aware of it, Ray didn't even try to keep himself hoisted and relaxed completely on Angel's chest.

"You bastard! Get off! He is mine!" Mornings were not the best times for a hungover Xavier.

"Shut up, dumbass. You left him waiting the whole night again. Have some routine for fuck's sake." Ray scolded.

"What's it to you? He's my baby too, I'll use him however I like. He'll be mine the whole day today. You can stand by and watch, and don't you dare leave on your own again."

Smirking, Ray replied. "We'll see about that. Now be good and get ready for class. I am coming to pick you up."

"I will, I will. Baby, can you hear me?"

"Y-yes, Master." Angel urgently replied, his nerves were racing being called by his Master.

"Good boy. Come early today, 3rd floor, last stall. I have a break after my second lecture, you know right? Be on time."

"Okay..."

Ray couldn't help but chuckle. "You raised his heart rate with a few orders, it's sped up so much suddenly."

"Heh, of course. He's my baby. Why would he not be happy to please me? Now get off him, I didn't even get to sit on him yet."

"Did I ever stop you? He is my puppy too, you know. Let me be." Ray was liking this new experience, his puppy was taking it well too.

"Tch, whatever. Just don't be late to pick me up. You promised."

"Have I broken my word before?"

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There sat an Angel in the third bathroom stall, constantly fidgeting his legs, sitting on the closed toilet bowl. The raunchy air hadn't yet settled in since it was time for early lessons, not many people were using the restroom on this floor. He had walked over here as soon as he reached college. It felt good in his arms and down his gut whenever he waited silently for his Masters.

To combat both, the cold and the many marks on his neck, he wore a bulky, light-blue turtle neck sweater and dark jeans below. Usually, it's his Masters who adorn him, but today Angel was feeling giddy so he wore a set of thin matt-black rings, covering all fingers of his right hand. It was a gift from Xavier.

To pass the time, he viewed the video of him being edged in the classroom yesterday. It was so pretty, how Xavier held his cock and bound his eyes seamlessly, while he was shivering from all the intense stimulation.

Xavier was playing with his doll; a slight focus in his eyes as he stroked his hand and then let the crying cock free without a change in expression. Teasing mercilessly, like he had every right to play around with it. And he did.

Someone harshly enters the restroom. Startled with the sudden arrival, Angel held the phone close to his heart and focused on the footsteps. The door was knocked on with their code. Angsty, Angel opened the door to find Xavier standing outside.

"Mas-" His mouth was stolen before he could complete the words, as he was rushed inside the stall and locked in together. A hand surrounded his neck, the other circling his waist, both pulling him in for a lengthy, eventful kiss.

Pushed into a wall, he stood small below his Master and struggled to breathe through the little pauses where Xavier parted. His tongue was pushed around, and lips nibbled on with such passion, that his limbs grew weak.

'Hmph!' Cheeks flushed hot red, and Angel moaned involuntarily in the public stall. The hand on his back traced up the hem of his shirt and squeezed the side of his waist for an even firm grip. His face was forced back, as his Master stuck a tongue deeper down his mouth and overflowed his senses with rigorous movement. It felt like his soul was being sucked out, yet he gave himself over and dared not to break the pace until Xavier parted first. Leaving him a breathless, saliva-dripping dull mess.

"Mas .. ter .." He worded through his gasps, unable to stick his tongue back inside.

"Hi, baby." Xavier's hot breaths fell on Angel, it was a nice cure for his mind, everything about this situation. "You'll be serving only me today, okay? I talked with Ray already."

Angel nodded in submission, his eyes frantic. "Okay .. please have a good time, Master."

Enthralled, Xavier bit on his neck, sucking on his skin like it gave him life. He moved his hand down to remove the shirt, then went in to eat the supple body in every place he fancied. The tender chest muscles, perky nipples, and whatever else, he left behind traces of himself all the way down.

"Master!" Angel screamed in a hushed voice, when teeth dug deep into his nipple, and grated his sensitive skin. His Master got back to his mouth, giving him a deep kiss, trapping his breaths for a good minute. Below his cock grew so painfully hard, Angel teared up.

The heavy body dominating Angel grinded against his stomach, a vigorous thing was waiting to be released down there. Angel moved his tingly hands down his Master's hoodie and undid his pants to free the girthy length. Breathless, his mind was about to go blank from the kiss, yet he grazed his thumb over the head, trying to ease his Master's dick.

Consequently, an agitation severed Xavier's senses, he let go of his baby's mouth, pushed him down to kneel and thrust his cock right to the back of his throat in quick succession without giving Angel a second to process. It eased him terribly well, he almost came from it all. Holding the back of Angel's head, he settled his haphazard mind, aided by small hands squeezing his thighs in desperation.

"Breathe through your nose, baby. We don't want you to suffocate, do we?" Xavier lightly stroked his cock inside, hitting the walls of Angel's throat to please himself. And it was so incredible, that Xavier couldn't stop the pace, even as the shivering palms tried to push away his thighs, eager for breaths.

Ragged was merely an understatement, air grated through Angel's nose, fading him of all senses beyond the terrible stiffness down his groin. He scrunched his toes as the heavenly thing violated his throat, filling up his mouth to the brim, and dropping raunchy liquids down his stomach. When it was stroked on his tongue, Angel's eyes rolled to the back of his head, he would happily perish for the pleasure of such a sublime thing, just completely tearing his mind apart.

When his mouth was freed for a moment, Angel couldn't sit still. He undid his own pants and let his leaking cock free or he'd be too messy to clean up. He gulped down all the precious precum in his throat, proof that his Master was feeling good, and opened his mouth wide with his tongue sticking out, only to be filled up again.

"Good boy." Xavier praised, his breathing audible as he continued to grind Angel's throat, sending waves of pleasure up his brain. He paused for a second when he heard the bathroom door open and kept an ear out for the voices while he more carefully used the cock slave below him. The guy stupidly entered the stall right next to theirs, even though it was in the corner.

With a slowed pace, Xavier scraped his cock on the rough tongue, making his baby near a convulsion. Slightly, he raised his head and motioned him to quiet down.

Angel nodded. The prickly pubic hair of his Master itched his face, and the precum stuck in his throat made him almost go over the edge. When his Master pulled out again he had to spit it out over his hand, before licking it clean off. He had not yet presented his mouth again, but a handful of his hair was grabbed and a dick shoved right back in.

Xavier was giving his baby the source, why must he lick it from elsewhere?

'Mmph!' Angel painfully moaned, it alerted Xavier. He paused his movements for a second but his baby kept his tongue busy to please his cock. As he always does, Angel must've gone stupid like a true cock slave. Thankfully, the guy normally left the washroom.

Smirking, Xavier hung his head back and thrusted harshly inside, in long deep strokes, leaving his mucus to make its way down his throat. He gave barely a second's break for his baby to clear his mouth and catch his breath, before pleasing his cock again. "You're so fun, baby." Close, Xavier whispered. "Look up and suck your tongue."

Angel turned his eyes up and favoured the throbbing cock by pulling in his burning cheeks, barely breathing through it all. But his Master must be annoyed by even those tattered breaths, so his nose was clamped between his master's fingers.

Angel lost his mind, he held onto Xavier's thighs for his dear life, and shuddered through his whole body, shamefully dirtying the floor. It was sinful, even his pleasure—Xavier tugged his nose, completely closing it to air.

"Do your fucking job, bitch!" Xavier growled through his rugged breaths, his mind was overwhelmed by sensations.

Angel showed no ounce of resistance, his body obeyed before his mind agreed. He paid attention to Xavier's cock like his life depended on it. Tossing and turning his trembling tongue around the shaft, as he bopped his head desperately to comfort the base with his lips. It didn't matter if he was rendered breathless, all he knew right now was to please Xavier, no matter how dizzy his mind grew.

'Fuuuck!' Hitting the perfect pace, Xavier lost himself to the maddening pleasure, just the burning warmth in Angel's mouth right now was so pleasing, all his handful creation, he couldn't handle it. He let himself go and felt the height of this terrible ecstasy until it left his body slowly.

Leisurely, he caught his breaths while the bitch below him cried for it silently, eyes fading back, trembling ever so slightly as each second passed, not even daring to pull back on its own. Xavier smirked, his lungs must be burning. "You're so damn pretty, baby."

Xavier let him go.

Gasping, Angel faced the floor and coughed the contents of his mouth on his hand to pant, it was good no one besides them was there. A slimy mix of body fluids remained on his hand, and the thought that it was his Master's made him gulp it all back up, through his aching throat.

He sat back up, eyes, mouth and mind still fucked. "Thank you.. Master." Lips burning through the words.

Xavier squatted down in front of him and caressed his hair. "Had fun baby?"

Angel wanted to nod but he could barely blink his eyes.

"Heh." Xavier pressed down Angel's tongue and ordered. "There, breathe, just like the dog you are. Yeah. Good boy, you're such a good puppy."

He showered Angel's face with soft kisses. Near his eyes, cheeks, even his forehead. It made Angel's heart quiver, the actions, the words, all filled his senses with a drug-like high.

'Hngh..' He moaned, clutched onto his Master's arms with each of his own hands. One holding his tongue down, and the other sparingly stroking his quivering cock. Palms and fingers, both working in sync to keep the little thing roused, teasing profusely, yet never pacing enough to please completely. Xavier was a menace.

'Unh! .. Haa!' Angel was trying to beg: Master, please! He grinded against the lean fingers, trying to achieve momentum himself and bring some release to his painfully throbbing cock. But he was punished immediately with strict palms crushing his dick.

"You want to cum, baby? Yeah?" Xavier grated the head with his nail, fishing out a series of juices from the pitiful little thing.

'Hnh!' Angel nodded. He was sitting his knees on the floor and had to keep them spread apart so his Master would show mercy to his begging stance.

"That's right, be a good bitch. Spread your legs and beg for your Master to make you cum." Xavier picked up the pace, pulling the foreskin down and rubbing the head relentlessly with his fingers.

'Ugh!' Angel wanted to run from the assault on his cock, yet he could only sit there and cry like a tormented slave.

"Yeah, you like that? Right here, your cock is so sensitive and I can play with it however I want." To give a demo, Xavier rubbed right over the tiny hole, stretching it and grating the flesh roughly with his thumb. It made his bitch scream without minding his surroundings.

"We should let everyone know about the bitch being used in this stall, so keep screeching like that. Maybe I should open the door too, then everyone can watch how you spread your legs, and cum like the whore you are." Xavier chuckled at his own words.

His bitch had started moaning so loudly as if they were back at home. It was too sweet, Xavier paced his hand as a reward, making the pitiful thing orgasm in a matter of moments. Until his bitch stopped withering stupidly, he kept kneading the tender place; treats are necessary to keep dogs obedient.

'Haa .. Haa .. Haa' Angel had a blurry vision of his Master, his head swayed with the seconds, and even though his tongue was free he couldn't close his mouth. He fell onto his Master's tender palm covering his cheek and nuzzled.

"Master." He whispered, mind lost in how gorgeous his Master's smirk was.

"You want to be used again, baby?" Xavier asked, close to his ear.

Angel lightly held his hand and kissed the back of it in worship. "Please use this bitch, Master. I beg of you."

"Heh, you make me want to do terrible things to you. But no, not right now. Let my hand go, I'll reward you." Xavier took his hand back and stood up, while Angel kept his face lowered to the ground.

He took out a cloth mask and wiped his cum dripping cock, before taking a leak in the toilet bowl, then cleaned the tip once again. Purposefully letting a few drops get absorbed by the inside of the mask.

"Look up, baby." He nudged the boy with his joggers, and when those fanatic eyes looked up at him, Xavier couldn't even second-guess his moves. He secured the mask behind Angel's ears and grabbed his head.

"Don't you dare remove it on your own, bitch. You better start worshipping these scents. I'll meet you in storage after your lectures are over. Be on time if you want to service me."