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  One thrust, just a fraction deeper than the others, made him open his eyes. A second later, the older man was spilling across his tongue.

  Swallowing frantically, Toby took everything the dominant was willing to give him, sucking it all down and lapping at the tip to coax out any remaining drop, until the older man finally pulled away.

  Gasping slightly, trying to catch his breath, Toby grinned up at the older man, light-headed with success as well as just a touch of oxygen deprivation.

  “That’s not all submission is,” McKenna informed him, as he did up his fly.

  He had that ‘I know what I’m doing, but you’re just a kid’ look on his face again.

  “I know,” Toby agreed, quickly, as he licked a lingering trace of semen from his bottom lip. “I found this great website that sells—”

  “No.”

  Toby blinked up at the older man. “No?”

  “I’ll let you know when you have permission to go toy shopping. Until then you keep your wallet in your pocket.”

  Toby nodded.

  “And I’ll tell you when you have permission to come too,” McKenna went on.

  “Break either rule and your first investment will be in a very secure chastity device—and I’ll be keeping the key to it.”

  Even as his cock whimpered in frustration at the idea, knowing that sooner or later he was bound to screw up and the dominant would be bound to carry out that threat, the rest of Toby grinned. The guy was making rules for him. That had to be a good sign!

  McKenna shook his head at him. His eyes harboured that same long-suffering look that Toby had seen there so often, but the smile hadn’t quite left his lips.

  Turning away from Toby, he strode toward the gap in the netting, heading out of the enclosure.

  “Does this mean you’re going to stop muttering about me following you around like a damn puppy all the time, sir?” Toby called after him.

  McKenna stopped. His shoulder’s moved as if he were taking a deep breath and letting it out as a sigh. Toby was pretty sure he was also looking heavenward and asking for patience, the same way he’d seen him do every time he seemed close to getting under the older man’s skin.

  McKenna dropped one hand to his side and clicked his fingers. “Here, boy!”

  Toby grinned as he pulled himself to his feet. Snatching up his cap from the dusty ground, he rushed to catch up with his new master. ”Yes, sir!”

  The End

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