Vince told me at breakfast he wanted to see what my ass looked like today with his marks. Though not in those words. It was more in that needs more Ritalin way of are you marked? You're marked. No are you marked? Are you? Lemme seenonothere. Are you marked? Gets me all crazy when he starts talking like that. I start answering back and he walks away while I breathe hard and want to go run up and down the stairs a couple times, like being crazy is contagious or something. Like you can get it by rubbing up against him or something.
But this time he left the room and I was breathing hard and turned on and Joaquin was there grinning that grin. But he was getting ready to go meet Iris, and I had to work it out myself.
Found Vince in the office and went in, but he was on the phone. He's going to be pulled out to California sooner or later with this movie. Jay has another movie coming down the pike despite him making sounds like he wanted to take a break. Owen is signing papers for something or other. It comes down to do I want to work between now and the promotion for the Jesse film? With three of us on the move, it might be good for one of us free to run here and there for company.
I was thinking this over because Vince was giving me the hush I'm on the phone hand wave.
Maybe I'll do another play. It was fuck all hard the last time, but fun.
Was lost in that thought when Vince hung up and said show me. Started to drop my drawers and he stopped me. Told me to do it right and turned me around to face away. Bent me over the big desk and said eyes ahead. Then he took down my pants.
He touched the welts, not so angry looking today after two baths. Didn't talk much though.
Touched the back of my thighs. Reached under and between and touched the back of my balls.
Then Vince got real quiet. I wanted to look and see what he was doing. Could barely hear him breathing, he was just that quiet. But eyes front just means that, so I waited.
And while I waited for him to say something, I realized he was jerking off. I could hear that sound, that palm and dick sound.
He was jerking off looking at my ass. My ass. Mine. And probably remembering taking a belt to it, or fucking me afterward. It wasn't actually shock thinking that, but something. I'm not sure. I was just very much in that state of damn and oh my god. And I was so deep in that, I didn't hear him stop jerking off. But he did.
Vince said he could finish up alone or I could use my mouth. At that point, it was hello nurse. I was hard. Very hard.
I finished Vince off, kneeling between his legs with my pants and underwear around my ankles. Kissed him like I was asking to be fucked afterward. I did too. Was hoping for at least a blow job.
He just pulled up my pants and patted my prick through my jeans. Told me not to touch it, wait and give that gift to Joaquin.
It was hours. HOURS. H O U R S before Joaquin got back from being out.
He made it like three steps into the house.
My manwhore switch has been flicked.