"Take your clothes off. I want to see you."
Boy swallowed hard and reached for the hem of his shirt. He knew since Marrik was now his master that the man could demand this of him but no one had ever seen him naked except for Master Jonathan. To say he was nervous was an understatement. Boy was scared out of his mind.
He pulled his shirt off and neatly folded it on the bar top then reached for the buttons of his pants. Boy stepped out of his shoes and then pushed his pants down his legs. He folded his pants, grabbed his shirt, and placed them both on top of his shoes.
Then he stood and waited.
"Stand back so I can see you."
Boy swallowed again. His throat seemed to be getting dryer with each passing moment. He took a step back then another one and another one until he stood naked in the middle of the room. Boy was too terrified to look up and see Marrik's reaction. The man could still sell his contract to a stranger if he found Boy unappealing.
When Marrik walked into the living room and sat down on the couch, Boy started to drop to his knees until Marrik's deep voice filled the room.
"I did not tell you to kneel, Boy."
It took every last drop of Boy's courage to stay standing and drop his hands to his sides as he was supposed to. There was a lot that went into being someone's pet. The main thing was knowing what was proper and what was not. Standing at attention had been drilled into his head at a very early age. It was just nerve racking to do it stark ass naked when he was being looked over by his new master like a prized horse.
Boy turned around as carefully as he could considering his knees were shaking so bad he thought they might give out on him.
Boy almost squeaked when he heard Marrik stand up behind him. He pressed his lips together when Marrik's fingers trailed down his back.
"Did Master Jonathan give these to you?"
Boy nodded. He knew Marrik was referring to the faded whip marks on his back. Master Jonathan had a heavy hand.
"I don't like marks, Boy."
Gods, Boy hoped not. He understood that there were times that he needed to be punished but he hated being whipped. Maybe that was why Master Jonathan did it, because Boy hated it so much. If he had liked it, it wouldn't be a punishment.
"You will be punished if I deem it necessary but I will not leave marks." Boy almost jumped when he felt Marrik's fingers trailed down his back then over the curve of his rounded ass. "I prefer your skin to be smooth and silky."
Okay, good to know. Boy nodded his understanding, suddenly glad that he hadn't been given permission to speak. He'd be screaming. Marrik's hands moving over his ass were driving him to distraction.
"Suck my cock, Boy."
Boy's eyes widened at the clear demand. He quickly turned and dropped to his knees at Marrik's feet, reaching for the buttons on the man's pants. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned Marrik's pants and pulled the edges apart until the man's hard cock popped free.
Damn!The man went commando.
Boy swallowed hard then leaned forward to flick his tongue across the tip of Marrik's cock. Pearly beads of pre-cum blasted across his tongue. It was all Boy could do not to groan at the exquisite taste. Marrick was tart with a small hint of something elusive, but something that drew Boy to want more.
"Look at me, Boy."
Boy's eyes snapped up to meet Marrik's. It was something he wasn't used to. Master Jonathan never let him look up when he was giving a blow job. He was to either keep his eyes closed or look down. This was new and it made Boy's stomach give an anxious roll.
"You will always look at me when you suck my cock, Boy," Marrik ordered as he gripped a handful of Boy's hair. "I want you to know whose cock is in your mouth."
Boy would have nodded but he was too busy swallowing down as much of Marrik's impressive length as he could get into his mouth. Boy enjoyed sucking cock because he had no gag reflex to speak of. It allowed him to suck almost any man down his throat. He had been told he was very good at it.
He just hoped Marrik approved.
Using every skill he had ever learned while with Master Jonathan, Boy swallowed the man down again until he felt the head of Marrik's cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed hard then took another couple of inches until he felt his nose brush against Marrik's pubic hair.
Boy sucked his cheeks in and slowly pulled back, giving Marrik's hard cock as much suction as he could manage. Once he reached the head again, Boy used his tongue to curve around the underside of the head then licked away the small drops of pre-cum pooling in the small slit on the top.
The more he sucked and licked, the tighter Marrik's fingers curled into his hair. When Boy pulled off of Marrik's cock and leaned down further to suck on the man's ball sac, Marrik groaned and started humping his hips.
Boy felt like a king.