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When he grabbed him by the chin Ezra attempts to pull away but Davidβs grip is too strong. However he shook his head defiantly when told to open his mouth.
"What a good boy." Taunting Ezra as he complied so willingly, no matter what his brain was telling him. David's hand at his throat tilted his chin so he looked up at the taller man as he stepped in closer, over him, unbuckling his belt. "Open up that mouth, pretty boy."
He wincesβ βMm..β
βB-But..β He hates this, but he doesnβt have a choice. She scares him. βFine.
βH-Hey thatβs not..β He tugs on the leash.. βNo leashesββ
He hisses quietly as she fastened the collar around his neck, tight and uncomfortable, reminding him of his place with her.
βOkay..β Reluctantly he leans his head back.
Ezra pulls back the second his crotch was let go, he looks at David and huffs. Before slowly kneeling down. He didnβt have a choice.
He didn't have to say it, his body was saying enough. The older man still grinning, letting his grip on Ezra's crotch go for the moment. "Get on your knees." Spoken lowly but still firm. Time to see exactly how much of the boy's words were just false bravado.
ββ¦ Why is that?β
βH-Hey Iβm not a pet.β
Ezra continued to squirm, not bothering to argue with David anymore, thereβs no point. He knows he likes this. He just will not say it.
"Trying to get away?" He grinned as the boy struggled a little, grip at both points tightening some, leaning in closer. "Afraid you might have to face the truth of what you are?"
He squirms as David grabs him by the throat, whimpers and moans escape him now as he tries to pull away. βMmmh~β
"That's it, deny it even more, you little brat." He grinned, his hand taking Ezra's throat while the other continued to hold between his legs. "All that more enjoyable when I tell you to get on your knees and you do it so enthusiastically."
Ezra was indeed hard, but he wasnβt accepting the fact he likes this, that he isnβt what he says he is. βN-Nuh uh..β
"It is. I know. You know. We both do." His hand could certainly feel the truth of the moment. "Exactly what you are, and what you want."
Iβll black mail you! Yeah. Iβm notβ gay, so.. yeah. Iβm not flustered.
Exactly like I said...flustered, pretty boy. And what happens if I don't?