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Chapter 9 by namenotfound namenotfound

Does he give you the treat gently or rough?

Gently

With your hair firmly held in his one hand, he moves his other to the side of your head, giving himself full control of your motions. To your surprise, he suddenly pauses. You do your best to look up at him with your lips still wrapped around the tip of his cock, the taste of peanut butter and precum dancing on your tongue as you glance at his face. You watch as he takes a deep breath, dulling the fire in his eyes as if he's restraining himself.

"You're new and you're a good boy." You hear Gabe say, but it doesn't sound exactly like he's saying it to you specifically.

His grip on you holds, but his touch lightens a bit as he slowly begins to push your head down.

You taste and feel all of it, all of him, as more and more of his shaft is slowly brought into your mouth. You feel your jaw stretch as you take it in, though never getting to the point of pain. You can't help but let out a gagging sound as you feel the tip press against the back of your throat while your chin is reintroduced to his balls.

"Oooh! Good boy!" Gabe exclaims.

You feel him pulsing against your tongue as his hands begin to guide you back up. You feel your peanut buttery saliva drip from your lips as you're brought back up, allowing you to get some air before you're pulled back onto it. You feel your new sweet treat throbbing inside of your mouth as it's once again back down your throat.

"Oh Spot! You're a good boy!" He says pulling your head back a little quicker this time. "And good boys get treats."

With this, he pulls you in deep, holding your face pressed against his body as you soon feel something spraying down your throat.

"Oh God!" Gabe moans as he holds your head tight, shooting more and more into you.

He soon releases you, allowing you to pull back, his salty white "treat" filling your mouth, you instinctively shut your lips, keeping it all in as he fully exists.

"I hope you like your treat." Gabe says as he attempts to calm his breathing.

He reaches out his hand, pressing it gently against your throat. He begins to lightly rub it back and forth, confusing you at first until you feel all the contents in your mouth sliding down your gullet.

"There's more where that came from." Gabe says smiling "For a good boy like you."

What happens next?

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