Demanding Bam - TEASER

Transcript

Hey, numbnuts. Are you really just gonna sit there all goddamn day staring at me? Are you gonna actually do something? Look, I'm all for being worshipped, but this is getting ridiculous.

I wait all day for you to get home from work and instead of getting to the good stuff, you just sit your ass down and bore your eyes into me like a caveman witnessing a train go by. Don't you think we should do something to resolve this, well, less than entertaining silence? Meat.

Fine. I suppose I will take the lead once again with our activities, since you appear to be frozen with a mixture of fear and arousal. It's cute, I'll give you that, but I can only take so much ogling.

Now is the time for action. Go on. Whip it out.

No preamble, no ceremony. Just unzip those drawers and yank down your increasingly tight briefs. Take out that, uh, cock of yours for your old pal Bam, why don't ya? Good boy.

I may be the more animal of the two of us, but you are definitely more of a pet than me. That's not an insult, by the way, not really. I'm just saying you're very well trained and loyal.

Those are valuable assets in any relationship, right? Even relationships where the power dynamic is somewhat, uh, skewed. You know, like ours.

Simon didn't say go. I don't remember giving you permission to start going at it. All I said was you could take it out.

You know, that kind of impulsiveness isn't fit for someone in the presence of royalty. You aren't some kind of a common chimpanzee or something, just throwing things at the wall and hoping it sticks, are ya? I didn't think so.

So, act better. Don't get ahead of yourself, or me, more importantly. I can't guarantee your safety if you don't follow my words to the T.

All right, all right, you can give it a poke. Those sad puppy dog eyes are gonna make me sick. Have some dignity, huh? Really? Why not bat it around a little bit like a cat with a ball of string? Don't start cranking it just yet.

We got all the time in the world, meat. You really ought to work on your impulse control. Aw, poor baby, you look so pent up and frustrated.

Just about bursting at the seams. Poking, prodding, and patting your own meat isn't gonna cut it, huh? Well, I suppose since you've mostly been a good boy, you can slowly start stroking it.

You go too fast, though, I'll get the squirt bottle and discipline you. Understood? Mmm, yeah, just like that.

That's just right. Nice speed, solid grip, fine form. Maintain that timing for a little bit, huh? Enjoy that excruciating slowness.

It'll make the grand finale all the grander. I want you just on the edge of losing control.