Not feeling too good, so it took me until Monday morning to manage to finish this piece, but the gorgeous inspiration picture Kayla picked by @EdgeEcstatic totally gave me the idea for the scene; I'm so glad he shared the image on Twitter. To me, he totally looked like Ely, after he'd lived with The Queen awhile and had the chance to grow out his hair some.
The Queen shook talcum powder over Ely's naked body. He rubbed the powder over pecs, abs, thighs. Holding a pair of dark brown leather pants, he ordered, “Boy, step in.”
His trembling just visible, Ely stepped in with one leg, the powder easing the way. He gazed into his Master's piercing blue eyes as his body obeyed the rest of the order.
“Good boy,” The Queen purred as he cupped Ely's cock over the removable panel. He lifted a black leather vest and held it for the boy to slip his arms in. After buttoning the two shiny brass buttons at the bottom, he traced his index finger down the middle of Ely's chest.
“My Queen,” Ely whimpered.
The Queen secured a thick gray leather band on one of Ely's biceps and then the other. He crossed the room to remove a tub of coconut oil from a chest. He took Ely's right hand and squeezed some oil onto the palm. Then he sat in a nearby throne. “Remove the crotch piece and make yourself come.”
“Yes, my Queen.” Ely's thin fingers sought out the edge of the leather piece; the echo of the button halves separating filled the room. The leather falling to floor, he grasped his semi-hard cock with his right hand. His shoulder length blond hair fell forward.
“I like this longer hair, boy.” The Queen palmed his erection through his jeans. He adjusted himself so he didn't push against the zipper. He let a grin appear on his parted lips as Ely's hand slid up and down his hardening cock. Feeling his pulse increase, he enjoyed the show. Gleaming moisture collected across the parts of Ely's chest revealed by the vest. His fingers wandered over his own chest; he wallowed in the intense pleasure. “How hungry are you, my boy?”
“Huh, Queen?” Ely grunted.
“How. Hungry. Are. You? To come? To make me come?” The Queen taunted, carefully pronouncing his words.
“Both. Very. Come. Please, my Queen.” He pulled his foreskin up with his next stroke before pushing it back down for his fingers to move over his glans.
“What was my order?” The Queen pinched his nipple; his toes curled into the carpet.
“To... to make myself... come.” Ely's hips swayed back and forth. “My Queen.” His left hand traveled to his chest, moving through his gorgeous hair.
“I want you to come into your hand and then bring it to me.” The Queen's tongue moved against the inside of his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, my Queen.” Ely panted and rocked on his feet. His left hand slipped down to rub and squeeze his balls.
The Queen pulled the button loose on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He eased his hard cock out. His hands both moved to his chest, fingertips traveling through his dense chest hair.
Ely grunted. “Yes, my Queen! Ca--coming! My Queen! Unh!” He wrapped his hand around the head of his cock. He dropped to the floor, his left hand and knees stopping his fall. Crawling one handed, he quickly made it to The Queen.
Leaning over, The Queen grabbed Ely's right fist with one hand and his hair with the other. He lead Ely's mouth onto his cock before he pried open the fingers holding onto the cum that he feasted on.
Deep groans and grunts sounded from around The Queen's cock. Ely rocked his hips as the first spurt of The Queen's cum hit the back of his throat.
“Good boy.” The Queen's hand tightened in Ely's hair. His feet moved to press against Ely's hips. “Good, good boy.” He let the boy's wet hand fall to his knee as he leaned forward to kiss his moist forehead. “And now to the music room to relax.”
“Thanks, my Queen,” Ely gasped, his mouth resting on The Queen's lower abs.
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