his knees. He partedMartins ass cheeks and admired his asshole, leaned forward andblew on it, and licked it, painting the sparse hairs flat to hisskin. Martin cried out, Henry blew again across the skin slick withhis spit, and Martin trembled.Doyou like this, slave? Do you like my mouth on you?Martingroaned. Sir, I love it! I love your mouth.Henrygave him a thoughtful lick, considering what might constitutepunishment, what Martin might consider discipline. What if I stopdoing it?Oh,Sir, please dont stop!Henrysat back on his heels and ran his finger up and down the cleft,pushing the tip in Martins hole. Is it your place to tell mewhat to do, slave?N-no,Sir. Martin trembled, legs shaking. Please, SirIcould punish you for being insubordinate, Henry told him. He gaveMartins buttock a hard pinch and Martin started at the pain andyelped.Youcould, Sir, Martin agreed breathily. If you thought I deservedit.Oh,Ill definitely punish you, slave, Henry assured him. He wouldabsolutely not hit Martin, or play at whipping him, however, even ifthat was what Martin wanted. He thought a moment, coming up with theworst punishment he could imagine carrying out. You cant come.Martinwhimpered. Sir?Notallowing Martin to come atallwas at least as much punishment for Henry as it was for Martin, butperhaps Martin didnt realize this.Youcant come until I say you can. If you come before then, youllbe punished. He had no idea what this punishment might be, so hejust hoped Martin wouldnt come before Henry gave permission.Please,SirKeepyour hands on the bed, slave. Dont you daretouch your cock.Henryknelt up again and put his face between Martins cheeks. Martinsasshole clenched tight beneath Henrys tongue, relaxed and clenchedagain as Henry licked up and down the cleft, probing the hole. Martinshivered and cried out as Henry spread his buttocks wide and thrusthis tongue deep inside, then deeper still.Martinwhimpered and pushed back against Henrys mouth. In a hoarsewhisper he said, Its cruel, Sir, not letting me come.Amused,Henry ignored him and kept fucking him with his tongue, kept lickingand teasing and nipping. He pulled back to look at Martins ass andballs, everything wet with his spit and pink from friction, andMartin moaned in protest, twisting his hips against nothing, wantingpressure on his hard cock, hanging heavy and engorged between histhighs.Please,Sir, youve always been a fair masterHenryshook his head. His role was not that of fair master. No. Yourenot allowed to come yet. Maybe never.Do you wantto be punished? Henry looked at Martins hole, his beloved hole,and thought he should offer a chastisement, a small thing. He flickedsharply at Martins wet hole with his fingernail and Martinflinched at the sting, making a surprised cry.Inthe same hoarse whisper, Martin confessed, N-no, Sir. But I wantto come, Sir. I want you to make me come.Insubordinate,Henry whispered back. Disobedient. He gave Martins buttock adeliberate bite, teeth leaving marks, then bent to lick his balls andsuck them into his mouth, one and then the other, and while Martinliked this, Henry could tell that he wanted Henry to go back tolicking his sensitive asshole. Henry rubbed his cheek, slightlyrough, against all of Martins tender skin, and then returned hisattention to Martins hole.Henryclosed his