Brian's POV

Suddenly, I broke off the kiss. Justin groaned in complaint and looked a little hurt.

I took a deep breath, willing my heart rate to slow, my breathing to normalize, and my cock to soften.

I smiled and asked, "Angel, do you remember when you did the striptease at Babylon?"

Justin frowned. His voice low, he answered, "Yes, Master."

I caressed his cheek gently and drawled, "Don't frown, Angel. I never told you this, but I wanted you so much that night. I tried to look away and to distract myself, but I couldn't keep my eyes off your creamy white skin, slightly flushed with your exertions, your luscious ass, wiggling so naughtily, just begging to be fucked, your huge cock, your gyrating hips, or your sparkling blue eyes, cloudy with desire."

Justin looked down and blushed, but, then, peeked at me from under his long blond eyelashes.

I asked evenly, "Who were you thinking about when you were wiggling your ass and gyrating your hips?

Justin smiled and answered, "You, of course."

My eyes danced as I prodded, "You wanted to turn me on? To seduce me?"

Justin paled a little and answered in a low, serious voice, "I wanted you to want me the way I wanted you, Master. I wanted you to choose me above all others, that night and for always."

I nodded, a serious expression on my face. My voice husky, I said, "But I've done that, haven't I, Angel? Claimed you as my own?"

Justin lit up the room with his smile. He stated confidently, "Yes, Master."

"Well, tonight, I want to play a game not too different from that striptease."

Justin just looked at me, still smiling, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted.

I drawled, "I want you to tease and seduce me again, Angel."

Justin giggled, obviously eager to play this game with me.

I continued, my voice firm, "But there are rules."

Justin nodded, and his face assumed a serious expression as he listened attentively.

I declared firmly, "You aren't allowed to touch me without permission, and you may not speak unless spoken to."

Then more lightly, I added, "Otherwise, you are only limited by your imagination. If you want to move your seduction to some other part of the loft, just go. I'll follow. Do you understand, Angel?"

Justin smiled and replied, "Yes, Master."

Then I leaned close to Justin and whispered, "If you are a good boy, I'll show you how much you've pleased me by touching or kissing you. This might include sucking or nibbling parts of you or pounding your tight little ass. (At this, Justin shivered and moaned softly) And…if you are a very, very good boy, I'll even take you on a date tomorrow night."

Justin's eyes widened. He exclaimed, "A date? A real one?"

He was so fucking adorable that I couldn't help but chuckle. Then, I drawled, "Yes, Angel. I'll make every girly fantasy that ever popped into your head come true…"

Justin smiled even more brightly.

I asked softly, "Are you ready to start, Angel?"

"Yes, Master" came the enthusiastic reply.

Justin's POV

I was excited by the game Brian, Master, proposed and even more thrilled when I learned that he'd most likely be taking me on a date the next night. I knew that we didn't need roses and chocolate and other romantic trappings to show our love, but part of me still wanted him to act romantic sometimes, on occasion for us to do things 'normal' couples did.

Turning my mind back to the task at hand, I wondered how I should attempt to seduce him. There were so many possibilities.

I stood up, pulled my T-shirt off slowly, uncovering my skin an inch at a time, and let it fall to the floor. Then, I let my eyes travel up and down Master's body, which was incredibly hot even fully clothed, and rubbed my half-erect cock through my pants. I gazed into his eyes hungrily, as I squeezed my cock and licked my lips. I turned around and unbuttoned and unzipped my pants as I slowly walked to the bathroom. When I reached the door, I looked back at him, winked, and let my pants fall to the floor.

I walked into the shower and got the water going. By the time I was finished, Master was in the bathroom with me, leaning back against the counter, as he watched me, no perceivable expression in his eyes or face. I leaned back and let the water run through my hair and, then, I lathered up, rubbing every part of my body with a bar of soap. When I was all sudsy, I set the soap down and grabbed my cock firmly. I leaned back against the wall facing Master, my eyes closed, cupped my balls, and stroked my cock slowly. After a few minutes, I was breathing heavily. I squeezed my eyes closed more tightly and bit my lip to prevent myself from cumming.

Abruptly, I stopped stroking my cock. I opened my eyes wide and looked directly at Master. Then, I pressed my body against the panel of glass directly in front of him, as I imagined him pushing me up against it, preparing to fuck me. I leaned my head on the glass and started rubbing my cock against the panel, slowly, dying for any kind of friction, as I imagined Master thrusting inside me. After a couple of minutes, I rolled my head to the right. I slowly continued to rub my cock against the panel and mewled softly.

Suddenly, I stopped moving, closed my eyes tight, and banged my head against the glass a few times, gently at first but then a little harder. Master had said nothing about whether I was allowed to cum, but I hoped depriving myself of the pleasure would please him. I reached over to turn the water off, exited the shower, and began to towel off, standing right in front of him, letting him see my rock hard leaking cock and, then, turning around and bending over completely, giving him a great view of my ass. As I rolled back up, I felt him press his body against mine. I smiled as I noted that he was as hard as I was. When I was in a completely upright position, he placed a few open-mouthed kisses on my neck, moving upward until he reached my pulse point and then sucking on and nibbling my neck. My body flushed in pride and pleasure, and, unable to control myself, I let out a deep body moan. Master breathed, "Angel," squeezed my ass gently, and, then, slapped it. Hard. I yelped a little in surprise.

When I felt the chill of his absence, I exited the bathroom and lay down on the bed. I was on my back, my knees bent. I reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the lube and the black dildo Master had given me. I slicked it generously with lube and, then, placed it at my entrance. I gazed at Master hungrily as I started pushing it inside me. Then, I pushed the dildo all the way in, throwing back my head but still gazing at him longingly. I started pushing it in and out and licked my lips slowly, my eyes glazed over with lust. I made sure to hit my prostate every time I pushed the dildo inside me. My body was on fire. I had to bite my lip hard to prevent myself from cumming.

After a few minutes of delicious torture, my cock now throbbing and purple, I pulled the dildo out, set it on the bed, grabbed a paddle that happened to be laying on the floor nearby, kneeled on the floor beside the bed, my back facing Master, leaned over, and started paddling my ass. Mercilessly. It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was able to do so with smooth, quick motions. After a few minutes, my ass felt hot, and, doubtless, it was a nice bright red. My ass now stung painfully with each blow. But still, I continued for a minute or two after I was sure I couldn't take anymore. I pressed my face further and further into the duvet to hide the tears that sprang unbidden to my eyes. I wanted Master to be proud of my determination and to bring him pleasure.

I finally set down the paddle and wiggled my ass a bit, spreading my legs wider. I was about to start rubbing my cheeks to soothe them, but Master beat me to it. I snuck a quick glance backward and saw that he was naked and kneeling behind me. I turned away again and waited anxiously for him to fuck me. I was so turned on that a breeze could have set me off. But I was determined to last as long as possible. Master caressed my ass cheeks gently, his breath ragged. I smiled brightly. Apparently, he had enjoyed the show. He started rubbing his bare cock along my crack, which was now slick with lube that had seeped out of me. He pulled away, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact, and, then, a moment later, he grabbed my hips so tight (pinching my skin and setting it to throbbing) that I knew he'd leave marks, a prospect that put a soft smile on my lips, and pushed his cock inside me roughly, all in one go. He paused long enough to moan "Angel" softly but, then, started pounding my ass as though he were desperate to cum or to make me cum (he was hitting my prostate on every thrust).

I was still a little spacey from the paddling, but, now that Master was fucking me, and so roughly, while gripping my hips so hard, I began to feel as though I were floating. I could no longer control anything, not my body, not even my voice. Warm waves seemed to be passing through me. I trembled, delighting in the sensation. It was as though he caused the very air around me to heat and ripple with every hard thrust. Without even realizing what I was doing or what was happening, I started to moan "Master" loudly over and over, the moans issuing from deep within my body, and my cock jerked uncontrollably as cum poured out of me. The warm waves became hot pulses that shot through my arms, my legs, my chest, and my cock, almost painfully, until my entire body seemed to throb.

I had no idea how long this went on. When I had a more solid grip on reality, I was in Master's arms, my face pressed tightly against his warm neck. My body was still throbbing, and I felt as though every cell in my body were vibrating, but I was fully conscious. He was slowly running his fingers through my hair, whispering, "You did so well, Angel, giving me so much pleasure. I'm very proud of you, and I love you so much" over and over.

I looked up at Master and smiled softly. Speaking was difficult, but I managed to breathe, "I love you, too, Master."

Then, despite my efforts to prevent it, my eyes closed, and I melted into the warmth emanating from Master's body, fading into the darkness.