SWAK: Sounds now out!

John adores Master Allen and he couldn’t be more excited to finally be invited to Allen’s apartment in town for a chance to ‘prove his submission.’ He doesn’t know what to expect, but he trusts Master Allen, after all, they’ve been together for over a year now.

While the weekend is everything that he could have asked for, an incident with a thug a couple of weeks later leaves John shaken and turning to his Master for strength. Will Allen be there for John? Or is the love and need all one-sided?

Pick it up here.



“You ready to start, boy?”


“Anything.” I just need him to want me.

“Then on your knees.”

It’s how he starts every scene we’ve had together. Me on my knees, worshiping his admittedly magnificent cock.

I kneel down, right there by the door, hands behind my head. He moves slowly, untying his leathers, the laces seeming to take an inordinate amount of time to undo. I know to be relaxed, patient. Steady. He’ll give me what he wants me to have.

Finally, he gets his laces open and he spreads the leather apart. “Come and get me.”

The heavy cock pushes out and I lean forward. He’s far enough away that I have to strain to lap at the tip. He’s silky soft and he smells good. Clean and fresh, all male. He makes me work for it, stretching almost too far, only able to worship the head of his prick.

“More,” he demands.

I lean ever farther, hoping he’ll catch me if I overbalance and impale myself on his cock.

“You know you can come closer, boy.”

Oh. Oh, so we’re not playing this game today. I scoot closer, take him down to the root, sucking hard and making him feel it.

“Fuck.”

It isn’t often that I get such immediate and heartfelt feedback and it makes me work all that much harder.

His hands drop into my hair, but he doesn’t pull, doesn’t hold or direct me with them. It feels like it’s for the connection. I close my eyes and worship him, give him all the pleasure and desire I have. The love. I’ve never told him, but I suspect he knows that I adore him, need him. All the way to my soul.

“That’s it, boy. You know what I like.”

I nod, take him even deeper, and let him fill my throat.

“John. Yes.” He’s close. I can feel his prick swelling even harder in my mouth.

I swallow, over and over, demanding that he let me have him, that he takes me. His hands tighten on my head and he thrusts a half dozen times before spilling down my throat. I suck hard, and drink him down, pulling fiercely.

This amazing moan comes from him, sending a happy shiver along my spine. It sends pleasure through me, knowing that I made him come.

His hold relaxes, and he runs his fingers through my hair. It tugs a little, and the tiny sting goes right to my balls. He pulls harder, bringing my head back as he bends, taking my mouth. I open wide, sharing his flavor, tongue sliding against his.

He sucks on my tongue and devours me like he hasn’t eaten in days, weeks. I finally push up to standing, hands sliding over his shoulders.

“Eager boy.” His arms wrap around my waist, dragging me in closer.

“Yes, Master. Always need you.”