This time, the blatant displays of Domination and submission, even of sadomasochism, didn’t unnerve him. What unnerved him was his own yearning, not because he wanted to be Dominated, but because he wanted to be Dominated by one particular Master. Not a “Sir”. A Master. He’d done as Thomas instructed, mostly. He’d gone home and slept, and then he’d thought about things. He’d thought about the snap and bite in Thomas’ voice when Ryan had failed to follow directions quickly enough. He’d thought about the crack of fire with each blow of Thomas’ hand across his ass. He’d thought, almost incessantly, about the weight of Thomas against his back, the stretch of that thick, curved cock in his mouth, in his ass, stretching him wide and spearing him deep, and thought he’d spontaneously combust. He hadn’t jerked off this much since he’d first realized what his dick was for. He’d thought about playing with other Doms, and it left him cold. He didn’t particularly expect Thomas to be here tonight.
