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Saturday, June 18, 2016

Smutterday - Little Square of Cloth

When Peter is unexpectedly thrust into a BDSM club with a black hankie in his right back pocket, he has no idea that he’s signaling being a hard core sub who is up for anything. Lucky for him, Master Rupert takes one look and falls for the unwitting sub and takes Peter under his wing, in more ways than one.

Can a rescue at a club turn into so much more?

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Smutty Excerpt:

Standing there, Rupert stroked his right cheek. "Tell me, Peter, have you ever been kissed?"

This was so embarrassing. "My prom date in high school. It didn't go well."

"Well, if you're going to kiss a girl..." Rupert winked.

"Yeah. I'm not the bravest guy." He'd fantasized about kissing a man forever, but he wasn't sure he wasn't going to simple expire.

"I think you're doing just fine, boy." Rupert tilted Peter's head slightly and slowly, so very slowly, brought their mouths together.

Their lips met, and Peter whimpered and creamed his jeans like a teenager.

Groaning, Rupert slid his tongue across Peter's lips, the kiss continuing. Peter couldn't decide whether to run or press close, so he went with staying as still as he could.

"Beautiful boy," murmured Rupert, before rubbing their lips together again.

"I didn't mean to...You're so hot."

"I'm taking it as a huge compliment." Rupert smiled widely. "Now if we can get you back up again so you can come from my touch this time..."

Peter didn't think it was going to be a problem.

Stroking his cheek once more, Rupert drew the black kerchief out of his own pocket. "This is going to come in handy after, all, isn't it?"

Oh.  Damn. Peter reached for the cloth.

Rupert shook his head. "No, I'll do the honors."

Then Rupert's fingers were at his waist, tugging open the button of his jeans. The urge to panic was huge, but the bigger urge was to suck in, let Rupert in. Gaze holding his, Rupert undid his zipper.

Peter's cock was still hard, pushing out toward that huge hand like he was the biggest slut ever.

"Mmm. That's a lovely cock, boy." Rupert wrapped one hand around his cock. Touching him. That amazing hand was on his prick.

"Th...thank you, Sir." Peter stared, his brain trying to understand what he was seeing, what he was feeling.

Carefully, gently, Rupert used the black hankie to clean his prick off, then wiped the inside of his jeans as well.

"Is this real?" he whispered, swallowing over and over.

"If it isn't, it's the best fantasy ever, isn't it?"

"God, yes."

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