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  He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so delicate and doll-like. Caleb was at least a foot shorter than Baxter, golden head coming up to the center of his chest. Images of the boy’s small hand around his cock flashed through his mind. He’d have to use both hands to get it around the width of his shaft, that much Baxter was sure of. As he looked closer, he noticed the only thing not quite as small being the outline of the boy’s cock.

  Baxter had been right. The boy wore a jockstrap, but it was unlike any he’d ever seen before. The white lace showed off every detail of Caleb’s flushed cock, and it even had a little ruffle around the top. Its outline looked slim but long, cut, and a delicate dark pink. Baxter wanted to see it, engulf it in his hand, taste it. Some men were all about taking with so little giving. They thought their cock was God’s gift to twinks, but they didn’t have much to back it up. Baxter didn’t understand them. He loved nothing more than devouring a pretty cock. Eating a cute hole. It didn’t make him less of a man. It just drove his boys crazy and kept them coming. Literally.

  When he’d gorged himself on the sight of Caleb, Baxter reached out and cupped the back of the boy’s neck, pulling him close. He loomed over him as blue eyes turned to look up shyly. There was a question in his eyes, but he’d made it very clear he wouldn’t speak unless he’d be given permission.

  So Baxter asked, “What is it, boy?”

  A pale hand reached out to brush across Baxter’s chest, pawing at his shirt. “Do you want me to be your kitten?” Caleb asked. “Or is there something else you desire?”

  Jeeeesus. Caleb really knew all the right things to say, and he seemed more than eager to please. Baxter had a feeling the boy would be anything he wanted. His own, personal little concubine.

  Baxter hummed, brushing a strand of blond hair behind his ear. He didn’t pull his hand away, large fingers surprisingly featherlight as he stroked across Caleb’s jaw and dragged his thumb over his lower lip. “Kitten,” he decided. “I want you to be my slutty, little kitten.”

  The boy purred in agreement and nipped at Baxter’s thumb, catching it between his teeth and lapping his tongue around it. Baxter’s wandering hand slid away from those pink velvety soft lips and grazed down the boy’s back before finding a new home on his cute, little bubble butt. Baxter had wanted to squeeze it since he’d seen Caleb in his gym shorts, disturbing thoughts that he’d fought hard to keep at bay. It was usually easier when it had been with shy little Caleb; Baxter had a very specific type, and Caleb matched that perfectly.

  Grabbing a handful of bare ass, he used it to tug the boy even closer. With their bodies pressed together, Caleb’s breath was warm against his chest. “Now, kitten, why don’t you come up here and whisper your safeword into my ear, huh? Wouldn’t want to break such a pretty plaything.” Caleb didn’t know what he was getting into, and Baxter wanted him to be able to tap out if he needed to. He could be a beast, but at the very least, he was a respectful beast. He’d never once gone too far, but with someone as petite as Caleb, he wasn’t sure what he could take.

  Both of Caleb’s hands moved to Baxter’s chest, fingers curling into his shirt as he leveraged himself onto his toes. Back arched, stretched out exactly like a kitten. Even then, Baxter had to tilt his head down so Caleb could reach his ear. He smelled liquor on the boy’s breath, a sharp scent with the sweet hint of sugar. He imagined the boy preferred frilly drinks. The kind with a deceptive amount of liquor in bright colors. It suited him.

  “Orwell.”

  Baxter stroked along Caleb’s spine, and the boy pressed toward the touch, a quiet purr leaving him. “I can remember that,” Baxter assured him. His fingers danced up to the back of the boy’s neck, and he dug his fingertips into the tender skin. “Have you been sipping on your Master’s drink?”

  Caleb bit on his lower lip, lashes lowered. He nodded, silky hair falling into his face. He dragged his nails downward and touched the tip of his tongue to the center of his upper lip. “Mew.” Baxter didn’t speak kitten, but he assumed that meant yes.

  Clicking his tongue, Baxter shook his head as he looked down at him. He put on the serious face he used when he had to scold his players, making it clear he was disappointed and not to be messed with. “Mm. Naughty kitten,” he murmured. He grabbed the boy’s hair and yanked his head back. The collar stood out starkly against creamy flesh, accentuating it. Baxter wanted to sink his teeth into it. “You know you’re too young to drink. You’re a very naughty kitten, aren’t you? You know what happens to naughty kittens?”

  Another purr and Caleb squirmed, clawing at Baxter. He was dedicated to his role, and Baxter appreciated that. It was hot as fuck, and he wished he had a camera so he could record this. Remember it. This was something new to him, and it was very rare he found something new.

  Leaning forward, Baxter ghosted his lips across the boy’s throat, tongue tasting his Adam’s apple. “They get punished,” he whispered, voice husky.

  A very noticeable tremor went through Caleb’s body, and a quiet whimper left him. He didn’t speak a word, but the way his hands moved, continuing to slash at Baxter, betrayed his eagerness. He knew what Caleb wanted to say. What he would have if given permission.

  Please, please, please.

  “Come, kitten.” He let go of Caleb’s hair and stepped away from him. His other hand still held the leash, so he pulled the boy with him, intending to have him walk behind him. But then he paused, and a wicked smirk crossed his lips. Caleb was posed midstep, one foot lifted, weight forward on his toes. Graceful like a dancer, that tail swaying behind him. “Hands and knees. Crawl like a good kitten.”

  Caleb dropped to his knees. Without hesitation, his hands smacked against the dark linoleum. It took immense control not to stare at Caleb while they made their way over to one of the large leather couches, closer to the bar. The same one the now vanished redhead had been sitting on. The boy knew how to tempt him, how to tease, that was for sure. His back curved in just the right way to show off the globes of his ass, and the tail dragged behind, disappearing between his cheeks. Baxter wanted to know how thick that plug was. He suspected it was bigger than he’d thought originally; Caleb was proving himself full of surprises.

  Sinking heavily onto the sofa, knees giving an embarrassing crack, Baxter spread his thighs wide and eyed Caleb. The boy didn’t wait for an invitation and crawled between his legs, settling back on his feet. He placed one hand on the floor, lifting his other. Baxter needed a moment to recognize the mischief in Caleb’s eyes before the boy stole his breath away.

  Fingers curled, Caleb brought his hand up and flicked his tongue on the back of it. Then he rubbed it across his ear. As if he was grooming himself. He repeated the motion several times. Getting one ear clean, then moving on to the other one with a quiet purr. Precum dribbled from the tip of Baxter’s cock, underwear clinging to the head from how damp it was. It was over when Caleb ran the back of both hands over his face, crinkling his nose up in a way too precious for what he was trying to do. Properly cleaned off, he set his hands on the floor and looked up at Baxter once more, head cocked to the side as he licked his lips.

  Too fucking much.

  The leash was discarded, silver chain clinking onto the floor. Baxter snatched up Caleb’s arm; his fingers wrapped easily around it, with room to spare. He really was the tiniest guy Baxter had ever been with. Hauling the boy up, making him stretch so his chest rested against the front of Baxter’s jeans, he leaned in so they were face-to-face. “Are you ready to take your punishment?” Baxter asked, eyes flickering darkly.

  Caleb nodded, and Baxter tightened his grip to the point where he knew it would leave bruises. “Answer properly.”

  “Meow!” It was an enthusiastic sound that was followed by a purr and nails dragging down Baxter’s thighs.

  “Much better.” Baxter ran his tongue over his lips, eyes devouring the boy. That swelling in Caleb’s lacy jock hadn’t gone down, nor had the crimson blush faded from his cheeks. Turned on and embarras
sed by it? Or generally shy, Baxter supposed. For such a filthy boy, he managed to seem sweet and innocent. It made Baxter want to tarnish him.

  Caleb was light as a feather, and Baxter had no problem pulling him horizontally across his lap in one swift movement, scooting forward on the couch. The boy was stretched out, the perfect position to have that ass of his reddened. His tiny toes were pointed, barely able to touch the floor, and his fingers tangled in Baxter’s jeans down by his calf, the only purchase he could find. He wiggled, back arched and perky ass in the air, tail hanging down between his thighs. Baxter smirked, giving him a quick swat. “Be still, kitten,” he ordered. “Daddy doesn’t want to have to punish you even more.”

  A quiet breath hissed out from Caleb, and his head fell forward, hair covering his face as he tightened his fingers on Baxter’s pants. Even the lightest smack left a splotch of red on the fair skin. He was so pale it wouldn’t take much effort to bruise him up. The perfect canvas for Baxter to cover.

  He had intended to punish Caleb, and he would get around to that eventually, but right now, a more pressing matter caught his attention. Thick fingers brushed over the tail. It was soft and such a snowy white. He was impressed at the condition it was in. Something like that had to be hard to keep clean, especially in a sex club. But it was perfect. Pure. Like Caleb.

  “I wonder…” Baxter murmured thoughtfully. He leaned to the side, both hands grabbing Caleb’s cheeks to spread them. He was still curious about the plug part of his tail, wondering if it was big enough he could possibly fuck him. It was hard to see past the tail, so he wrapped his fingers around the top of it and pulled slowly. He wasn’t going to remove it, not yet, but he wanted to move it out far enough to sate his curiosity.

  Caleb certainly didn’t seem to mind. The moment Baxter gave a wiggle of the plug, he tensed up and let out a whimper.

  Carefully, using one hand to keep Caleb’s cheeks open, Baxter started to twist the plug. It was a silver one, which somehow fit the boy better than one of the industrial-looking rubber ones. Something about him screamed elegance, even while wearing a jockstrap and a tail. He looked slutty but didn’t seem like it. His eyes were bright and wide, bordering on innocent, but when he cocked his head to meet his gaze, there was something lurking deeper. Wanton lust. A disguised monster waiting to get out.

  And God, for such a tiny little thing, Caleb probably had one of the nicest asses he’d seen in a long time. And he couldn’t wait to mark it up.

  Baxter lifted his hand, eyes fixed on Caleb’s profile as he brought it down. He didn’t use all his strength, not even half of it, but his palm still connected with a resounding smack against the boy’s ass that made the cheeks jiggle faintly.

  A strangled sound emerged, feet kicking out and nails dragging over the material of his jeans. “M-Meow!” It sounded as if Caleb had almost broken his character but managed to recover at the last moment

  Red, in the vague shape of Baxter’s hand, spread over Caleb’s ass before he lifted his hand again. Caleb writhed, unable to keep still. He felt Caleb’s cock rubbing across his thigh and hoped he wasn’t going to have a stain from the boy’s leaking tip. That would be hard to explain away. “Ready for more?” he asked, mildly amused, squeezing a pink cheek hard.

  “Mew.” Caleb squeaked eagerly, arching his back and giving his ass a wiggle.

  He was literally asking for it. And well, Baxter was going to have to give it to him. It was the only thing to do. What kind of man would he be if he denied a squirming...meowing, pretty blond twink a spanking? A stupid one.

  Like machine-gun fire his large hand came down on tender flesh, several times in a row. Baxter didn’t bother to keep count, smacking until the center of his palm started to sting. Caleb’s toes skidded across the floor, and his fingers scrambled for purchase each time his body rocked forward; he failed each time. He was just too petite, too delicate compared to Baxter’s massive force. He didn’t even need to vary his position to get Caleb’s whole ass coated in a nice pink.

  Only when the skin burned beneath his palm, fiery red, did he decide it was enough. One more resounding smack that nearly knocked the boy off his lap, and then he was finished. Caleb panted, his eyes closed and his hair falling into his eyes. His lashes looked wet, and his whole face was flushed. For a moment Baxter worried he’d gone too far. Too fast and too hard for the boy to get out his safeword.

  But that worry vanished quickly when Caleb shifted on his lap and kneaded at Baxter’s thigh. Those beautiful blue eyes blinked up at him, lower lip stuck out. “Mew?”

  Bax’s cock twitched beneath the denim of his jeans, and he let out a soft chuckle. He’d met bigger guys who wanted to be subs, said they wanted to be punished, and the moment they got one whack, they were screaming their safeword and crying. Which was fine. Everyone had limits, but Baxter could definitely appreciate a proper masochist squirming in his lap.

  Turning his attention back to his kitten, he rubbed his hand over the battered flesh and cooed. Caleb wriggled that cute ass of his against Baxter’s touch and clung on to his legs. With that collar around his neck, leash dangling, and those ears bobbing on his head, Caleb was perfect. “You okay, kitten?” His fingers grazed along the cleft of Caleb’s ass as he spoke to him, prodding between his cheeks around the plug.

  With his fingers tightening against Baxter’s thigh, Caleb closed his eyes and dipped his head. Sticking his ass out, he shimmied his hips. “Meow! Meow, meow. Mew!”

  Baxter wasn’t quite sure what the meowing meant but from the way the boy moved, he was pretty sure he was begging for more. “Uh-uh, little kitten,” he murmured. “That’s all you’ll get. Now stand up for me.”

  Caleb hissed and, with a pouty expression, pushed himself off Baxter’s thighs. His legs were trembling, and he was obviously hard, shaft flushed a deep red through the lace of his jockstrap. Hair fell into his eyes, and strands clung to his lashes. Eyes fixed on Baxter, Caleb brought one of his hands up, rubbing it over his cheek with his fingers curled faintly. “Mew.”

  “What a pretty, eager kitten you are,” Baxter said, tone lilting. He grabbed the sides of Caleb’s underwear. With one harsh tug, they dropped around the boy’s thighs. He didn’t bother removing them the rest of the way. He liked the way they looked on the boy’s pale skin. White for innocence. Anyone else would have been fooled. But not Baxter.

  He slipped one hand between Caleb’s thighs and hooked his fingers over the crotch of his underwear. His other hand moved to Caleb’s lower back, pulling him forward as he spread his thighs wider so the boy could be nestled between them. “Look at how hard you are,” Baxter cooed as his large hand swallowed the boy’s cock. He squeezed upward, eyes fixed on the bead of precum that leaked out of the slit. “So damn eager.”

  Caleb’s hand came out, fingers curling against Baxter’s biceps to steady himself as he moved into Baxter’s touch. His eyes were half-lidded, head tilted back, and his lips parted. Those ears bobbed when his head lolled, and Baxter could see the boy’s Adam’s apple vibrate with a suppressed groan. His back arched sharply, and all Baxter wanted was to bite at those pretty pink nipples.

  “Shh, kitten.”

  Holding the boy close, he fanned his fingers out against Caleb’s stomach, forefinger and thumb around the base of his cock. It fit so perfectly in his hand. Slender and delicate compared to his rough, large grip. He hummed softly, using his grip to snap the boy’s erection up and down. His shaft was rigid, stiff enough to bounce straight up when Baxter let his hand fall away.

  It turned Baxter on, the ridge of his own hard-on visible through the denim of his jeans, the material clinging to it. An unpleasant pressure that made him ache, but there was no relief. Not yet. He was given a pretty toy, and he was going to take his time playing with it. After all, he was an adult, and he knew how to be patient. Even if it took all the effort he could muster up.

  Leaning down, all at once, Baxter parted his full lips and took that tasty little cock into his mouth. The bo
y clearly hadn’t been expecting that. He gasped, his hips jerking in surprise, and when Baxter looked up, his head was tilted back, and his eyes were closed. Nails bit into Baxter’s shoulder, even as Caleb’s other fingers brushed through his dark hair. Such a tentative, light touch. As if he didn’t know if he was allowed to do it. Waiting for permission perhaps? He knew some Masters gave their boys orders. Don’t touch me unless I say you can. Baxter didn’t care for all that. He wanted to be touched. He wanted his body to be worshiped. He worked so hard for it after all.

  Although Baxter hadn’t given head in a while, he couldn’t help himself. If he saw a juicy fruit he wanted to pluck, he was going to have it. Taste the boy’s sweet nectar.

  Both hands moved to the boy’s back to cup his ass, fingers digging into the burning cheeks. Swallowing, Baxter dipped down, and his nose brushed over the boy’s hairless stomach. Hot breath puffed out over the skin, Caleb’s cock in the back of his throat.

  A quiet whine eventually made Baxter look back up.

  Caleb’s head was tossed back, pale throat exposed above the delicate collar. The bell jingled quietly when he swallowed. Spots of pink blossomed on his cheeks, and his eyes were closed tight. Soft mouth parted to let out whimpers, his lower lip occasionally caught up by his teeth when Baxter rubbed his tongue flat over the tip of Caleb’s erection. Gorgeous.

  Baxter moved back down, moaning around Caleb and sucking hard. He’d never tasted anyone quite as sweet as this boy before. His blunt nails dug into pale skin, and he couldn’t wait to see the long red marks he was leaving on Caleb’s ass. He experimented with his tongue, twisting it around, caressing the boy’s shaft with it. Pressing it beneath the tip. Every time he found something Caleb liked, he repeated it enough for the boy to really want it, and then he’d stop. He wanted to drive him wild. Wanted to feel that tiny body tremble beneath his touch.

  All at once, Caleb tensed, his nails scratching along Baxter’s scalp. He gave a pathetic mewl, hips twitching. Baxter shot his gaze up to watch. Caleb’s mouth was opened, chest heaving, but he was holding back. Not letting himself come. His Master had trained him so well Baxter was going to have to compliment him when they were finished. A well-trained sub was beautiful. And fun.