Chapter 8

“Tongue it,” said Ben.

Rocky did as he was asked, licking and sucking his master’s arsehole like it was coated in honey. He felt his master push out, felt the puckered flesh flare out into his mouth, so he took the opportunity to suck on the arse lips while simultaneously pushing his tongue deeper into Ben’s hole than it had ever been before.

Very shortly, Rocky felt someone smear something slippery on his hole. He tried to look up but his master’s arse prevented him from moving his head more than a millimetre.

“Sir,” he said, though the word was muffled.

“Don’t worry about it. Tongue my hole.”