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doorway watching them. But there was no suspicion on his face, just sadistic glee at
giving an order he obviously thought would turn Andrew s stomach.
Wainwright. Tony s voice was flat as he dropped into a chair and gave him a
long, level glare. What the hell are you doing here?
Just making sure your orders are obeyed, Bull, the weasel-faced chapter president
smirked. He turned to Andrew. You heard your Master. Now get down there and lick
his balls.
Tony s face turned dark and dangerous. You son of a bitch. You can t make him do
this.
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I m not going to. Wainwright folded his arms across his skinny chest and shot
Tony a malicious grin. You are though unless you want to find yourself out of the
frat for refusing to discipline your pledge slave.
Yeah, right. And you Tony began but Andrew cut him off.
I ll do it, he said, feeling the heat burn his cheeks at those three simple words.
What? Tony frowned at him but he only shook his head.
I said, I ll do it. He stepped forward to stand between his friend s spread thighs
and lowered his voice. Look, Tony, it s all bullshit but you and I both know he could
make real trouble for you. You re close to graduating. Don t risk it.
You don t have to Tony began but Andrew dropped to his knees before him
and bowed his head submissively exactly as he knew Wainwright wanted him to.
Please, Master, he murmured, keeping his eyes trained on Tony and away from
Wainwright who was standing across the room watching avidly. Please let me obey
your orders and lick your balls. He could barely get the breath to whisper the last
words his heart was pounding so hard.
There was a rushing sound in his head, the same giddy feeling of being almost sick
with desire that had risen inside him the first time he had been forced to his knees
before the big Alpha. He wanted to do this God help him, even though he knew it was
wrong he couldn t help himself. He craved the salty taste of Tony s hot skin, wanted to
breathe his dark, animal musk into his lungs. Most of all he wanted to taste his friend s
cum again to feel that thick shaft filling his mouth and the flow of heat as Tony
spurted down his throat.
He didn t say another word but everything he was thinking was wanting must
have shone in his eyes because Tony didn t protest any longer. Instead with a low
groan, he reached down to unzip his jeans and freed his long, already hard cock and
heavy balls.
Lick me, he said thickly, slouching low in his seat and spreading his muscular
thighs. Make it good, slave.
Apparently he meant for them to put on a real show for Wainwright and Andrew
didn t hesitate. Leaning forward, he lapped gently at the heavy sac, savoring the salty,
musky flavor of his friend s skin as he rolled each ball in turn across his tongue. Then,
carefully, he sucked one into his mouth, tickling the sensitive skin with the tip of his
tongue as the hard bar of Tony s cock branded his cheek. He heard a muffled groan and
then Tony was stroking his hair again, looking down at him with need and desire filling
those black eyes.
That s good, slave, he growled softly. But why don t you show our chapter
president how good you can really be? Lick my cock.
Yes, Master. Keeping his eyes on Tony s face, Andrew took the thick shaft in one
hand and placed a soft, open-mouthed kiss on the broad, mushroom-shaped head. He
lapped deliberately at the pearly drops of pre-cum forming at the slit, savoring their
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salty, bitter flavor and then started at the base of his friend s cock and licked upward in
long, slow strokes.
Tony gasped, his big hands clenched into fists at his sides and Andrew could feel
Wainwright s eyes boring into his back at the display he was making. But at the
moment he didn t give a damn what the chapter president did or thought. He was lost
in the erotic pleasure of touching his friend again, of finally tasting Tony s thick,
throbbing cock once more as he had been longing to do for months.
I see you ve got him& well trained. Wainwright s voice sounded strangled as
Andrew continued his slow, erotic display of obedience.
Yeah. Tony s voice was thick with pleasure but still insolent when he directed his
words to the weasel-faced chapter president. I ve been trainin him for months. He
loves to suck cock, Wainwright. But only mine. Isn t that right, slave? He looked down
at Andrew, a lazy smile twitching the corners of his full mouth.
Yes, Master, he murmured obediently, returning the smile. I love to suck your
cock more than anything. Except swallowing your cum.
Tony groaned low in his throat, the humor leaving his eyes to be replaced by
hunger. Is that what you want, slave? You want to drink my cum? Want me to fuck
that sweet mouth until I shoot down your throat?
Andrew swallowed hard, his throat burning as he remembered that first
degradation when he had been forced to suck the big Alpha s cock. His own cock
strained painfully against the fabric of his jeans at the memory and the realization of
how much he wanted to repeat it. More than anything, Master, he admitted. Please
fuck my mouth. Please let me swallow your cum.
All right then. Tony stared at him, desire and need blazing in his dark gaze.
Suck me, slave. Wanna watch you take my cock down your throat and swallow my
load, every drop.
Every drop, Master, Andrew promised holding his gaze for a long moment. Then
he dropped his head and took as much of the thick shaft into his mouth as he could.
God! Gasping, Tony buried both hands in his hair and guided him, fucking into
his mouth gently but deeply as a river of pre-cum began to flow from the tip of his cock.
Andrew drank it greedily and sucked the thick shaft, looking for more. He loved the
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