John shivered at the touch. Oh fuck. He let out a breath. Such weight was carried on two little words. He could hardly believe it. But he did want to please Sir. He did want the privilege of sucking him. Of being nothing more than a hole to fuck

He watched as he turned, presenting that arse to him. John licked his lips and shifted closer. He then rose higher on his knees and reached up to spread his cheeks.

Without waiting and not wanting to disappoint Sir, he leaned in and ran his tongue over that hole.

He whimpered and did it again. And again.