Make him suck your cock

"You've got quite a smart mouth on you" you say, your mind suddenly turning to more carnal intentions. "Maybe we can find something else it's good at?" you add, suggestively. Already, your cock is beginning to engorge, the adrenaline of the brawl still coursing through your veins. You rub your bulge and stand before your defeated opponent.

"You what?" he asks. He eyes your crotch briefly and is obviously aware of your intentions. He shuffles backwards a little on his knees.

"Don't play dumb again" you snap "or do I need to give you another beating?" The urchin shakes his head, his face going pale. Again his eyes lock onto the bulge in your trousers. You reach in and pull out your erect manhood, lifting it over the waistband and letting it hang, twitching slightly in anticipation.

"Suck it" you order.

For a moment, the urchin kneels before you in silence, you wonder briefly if he'll make a run for it, but he the leans his head forward and licks the tip of your cock. You take a moment to examine the man about to suck your cock. He's certainly not older than yourself, but his thin beard means he has reached maturity. His hair is a matted mop of brown locks and his eyes are a clear blue. His face would be handsome if he was washed up a bit, rather than covered in dust and mud.

The first lick sends a shiver of pleasure up through your body and your hips thrust forward eagerly. The urchin shuffles in closer and takes your full length into his mouth. You get the impression that he's done this before, probably to get through the harsher days of living on the street. His tongue tickles back and forth across the tip of your cock, while his lips tightly massage your shaft. The urchin loosens your trousers and lowers them, giving your balls room to swing, which he attends to with his hand, stroking them gently. It's not long before you feel a pressure building up, forcing an excited, breathy moan from you. With a final thrash of that surprisingly dexterous tongue, you release yourself into his mouth with a shudder.

His job done, the urchin gets to his feet and looks at you with a sly grin. You look at him through a haze of post orgasm relaxation and suddenly realise he's holding your masters coin purse. Before you can react, he spits the load you left in his mouth at your face. As you instinctively go to wipe it away, he shoves you over, your trousers tripping you by the ankles.

"Cheer's for this mate. I 'ope it was worth it!" he laughs and then bolts down the alleyway. You scramble to your feet, still wiping your own cum off your face and struggling to pull your trousers up. By the time you can see clearly, the urchin is no where to be found.

This is bad. It will be difficult to explain the theft to your master and even if he accepts whatever excuse you come up with, he'll still be furious that you lost his money. Maybe it would be best to go on the run? Though then you'd be a fugitive ****.