The shy Nelson had never met a man like Rosso. He took his breath away with his mysterious sexiness and spontaneity. The night they met, the commanding Rosso had watched as man after man tried to charm his way into Nelson’s bed, and he had smiled slyly as man after man had been rejected. Rosso had won Nelson over with the promise of a life like no other. The quiet little man could not resist the reclusive charmer, and he learned very quickly that he would know him only as Master.
“You are on time tonight.”
“Yes,” Nelson replied. He stood, as was expected, and welcomed the man he now knew as Master.
“Hurry, Nelson, I cannot wait any longer.”
Nelson hurried to stand before Rosso. With one large hand, Rosso ripped Nelson’s shirt off and tore it into shreds. Nelson stood helpless as Rosso held him at the waist with his huge thick hands. He swiped his thick tongue across the hard nipples that never failed to respond to their one and only lover. He bit hard and Nelson knew that he would bruise, but it was worth it.
“Rosso, kiss me.”
Rosso would not be told what to do. He began to walk away, but Nelson begged him to stay. He was on his knees on the shower floor with his arms wrapped around one of the thick legs of his master.
“Please, Master, it will never happen again.”
Rosso turned and patted Nelson on the head. The little man lowered his eyes from his master’s gaze. “I will stay then.”
About S. Pearce
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Published November 6, 2011
by Beau to Beau Books.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction, Gay & Lesbian.