NSFW-Owned by the Contractor Pt 10

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 10

Chad

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I jerked back as Tom jumped off the sofa.

“I need another drink,” he declared, snatching his empty glass off the coffee table. His jaw was tight on his red face.

Had I pissed him off? Was this too far for him? I had just stopped being scared they’d kick my ass, but the fear gripped my stomach as Tom stormed to the bar on the other side of the room.

Owen increased the pressure on the back of my head, pulling it back toward his towering rod. “It’s okay, kid,” he whispered. “You’re doing great.”

I resisted for a second, not sure what was going on. But, the way his hard cock had felt—warm, firm, and silky on my tongue… I wanted to feel it again. Over and over. So, I gave in to the pressure, looking back at my first real prize.

My tongue touched the warm flesh again. It was nothing like the lifeless plastic I’d practiced on. It was smaller, but so much better. Warm silk covering a pliable rod—but the biggest difference was Owen’s groan as I ran my tongue from the base to the head. I did that. My mouth made another man groan with pleasure.

I thought my cock would explode just from the vibrations in Owen’s chest. It made me want to do everything I could to hear it again.

When I reached the tip of his cock, I dove, pulling his cock into my throat.

He howled. His hands clamped on the back of my head and his hips pushed forward, smashing my nose into his soap-smelling pubic hair. It didn’t go as far down as the toy had, so I took it easily and moved my head to the side to draw air in through my nose. I’d never been happier in my life.

“Swallow, kid,” Owen commanded. “Use your throat.”

I swallowed and Owen groaned louder, moving his cock from side to side, making it pull out a few centimeters and slipping back in just as fast.

His excitement made me want to do everything I could to bring him pleasure. When he grabbed the sides of my head and pulled it back a couple of inches before slamming into my throat again, I didn’t fight him.

“Up and down—and swallowing,” he grunted.

The muscles in my neck burned as I followed his instructions, working harder than I ever had in my life.

His breath became short gasps and the tight muscles of his abdomen pulsed against my face. His testicles moved up so my chin slammed into them as I continued doing what he said.

Finally, a small cry ripped from his lungs as his clamped my head tight to his cock.

“Swallow—swallow—swallow—”

I stopped moving my head and just worked my throat.

His body jerked and warm liquid coated my throat.

I swallowed, wanting as much of his spunk as I could get.

Gasping, his body spasmed six more times before he collapsed, panting. His hands released my head and fell to his sides.

lowerI wasn’t done and tried to start up again.

“Ow… no… no…” he said, pulling my head off his cock. “The head’s too sensitive.”

I pulled away, disappointed. His saliva and cum slicked rod leaned, falling against his pubic hair, and returned to its resting state. I wanted more… so much more.

He put his hand on top of my head and ruffled my hair. “Good job, kids. Still some work to do on your technique—but a lot of promise.” He lifted my chin. “A damned good job.”

A rush of pride welled in my chest. Compliments on my first real cock sucking made me smile. Stray drops of cum felt weird on the corners of my mouth so I reached up to wipe them away.

“You ready, Tom?” Owen sounded exhausted.

It was hard to take my eyes off the flagging meat in front of me, but there was an even bigger prize in Tom’s pants. I turned hopefully.

Tom still stood by the bar. He took another sip of his scotch and set his glass heavily on the polished wood.

His hard face forced my elation away and replaced it with shame. I looked down at the floor.

“I’m gonna go check on Jose,” he grunted before he moved out of the room.

Every bit of fear I’d ever felt about craving cock washed over me at one time. Fear of what my dad would say, what my best friend would say—

“Hey.” Owen’s voice cut through the swirl of thoughts.

I realized I was still kneeling between his legs. His hands clamped on my shoulders pinning me in place when I tried to jump up.

“Forget him…” He gently took my chin and turned my head to look him in the face. “He’s just a prude. You did a good job, and by the end of this week, I’ll make sure you’re a pro.”

It was hard to tell if the look on his face was affection or a leer. My cock didn’t care either way. It moved around in my jeans, still begging for release.

“For the rest of the week, this thing is all yours, whenever you want it. Don’t worry about him.” He shook my chin. “Got it?”

I tried to nod, but with his grip, my head didn’t move far. “Yes, sir.”

He chuckled and patted my cheek. “And, I really do like that sir thing.”

 

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