Perfect.
“That you, boy? You’ll do what I say?” I asked, yanking his head back.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied softly, a whimper escaping him as he stared up at me with wide blue eyes. His desire to obey was plain to see.
“Good.” I let go of his hair and stood back. “Hands and knees, boy,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” he replied and assumed the position.
“Stay.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I walked to the middle of the nearby booth and sat, legs wide so my bulging crotch would be visible. “Crawl over here to me.”
He complied, his slender body sinuous as he made his way to where I waited. I stopped him when he was at the perfect spot between my legs.
“Sit back on your knees, hands clasped behind you.”
He did so. I leaned forward and petted his hair.
“Good boy. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
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