My thoughts are too dirty

The sight of Liam's trusting and tender beauty made Cal's mouth dry. Clutching his warm, soft body in his hands, he wanted madly to kiss him.

But his own promise held him back. He closed his eyes and tried to pull himself together, and at that moment Liam stood up on his toes and kissed him casually.

It wasn't a real kiss, but rather a hint of one, but Cal had had enough. When he got permission, he gently lifted Liam's confused face and captivated his shy lips with caressing motions.

Dragging Liam behind him, Cal took him in his arms and carried him to the balcony. Without stopping to kiss and caress him, he stopped at the table with the beautiful dinner.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered.

Liam reluctantly descended from heaven to earth and sat down at the table. He hadn't had dinner yet and was grateful for the concern. However, his "other" hunger was no less intense.

The soft light from the lamp, in which the apprentice had thoughtfully lit a candle, did nothing to destroy the intimate atmosphere that had developed between them.

But Liam could hardly eat. He barely tasted his dinner and sat in a strange trance.

"Is the esteemed Head not hungry?" asked Cal.

"Not that... it's just that I..." stammered Liam, "couldn't we...

Liam was completely embarrassed as he continued to try to express his thoughts:

"I can't ask you, it's too humiliating!" Liam bent down and covered his face with his hands.

Cal crouched in front of him, pulling his hands away from his face. Liam blushed and was embarrassed, hiding his eyes.

"You're so sweet," Cal said, touching Liam's cheek.

"Then why you?" burst out Liam, "told me to ask you, but, how can I? And what, you have no desires of your own? Don't you want anything yourself? How can I know your feelings if you don't do anything?"

Cal just froze in surprise.

"Please do what you want, that way I'll know what to do for me..." Liam dried up.

"Okay, but don't complain later."

Liam looked at him defiantly. And then, glad to be able to speak his mind, he asked:

"So what would you like to do?"

Cal arched an eyebrow and lifted Liam's chin again, forcing him to stand up.

"I want to bathe you," he said with a happy smile.

"What?" That wasn't what Liam was thinking at all.

"Bathe," Cal repeated, "I want to soap you up and, touching every bit of your flesh, wash you thoroughly."

"Am I that dirty?" asked Liam grudgingly.

"No, it's me..." embarrassed Cal, "my thoughts are too dirty."

Liam hesitated.

"Ah, do what you want," surrendered the Head.

"Good boy," smiled Cal.

It turned out, however, that bathing a big kid who's strictly staring at you isn't fun at all.

"Why isn't it as romantic as I'd hoped?" - Cal asked himself.

Liam was becoming wary and nervous by the second. Staring intently at Cal's awkward movements with the sponge, he almost rolled his eyes. Eventually, his irritation reached its climax, and he interrupted his bathing and started to climb out of the tub.

"I'm sorry...I don't like it. It's embarrassing and weird," Liam dropped the words as he threw his robe over himself.

Cal watched in frustration as Liam slipped away from him again. He intercepted him on the slippery floor and didn't let him tie his belt.

"Well, what else!" chagrined at the failure, Liam wanted to burrow under the blanket as soon as possible and reflect in solitude.

"Last chance," Cal asked, and Liam looked at him incredulously.

Meanwhile, the apprentice pulled the wide belt toward him, and it slipped out of its loops.

"Close your eyes, please," he said softly and tied the belt around his eyes.

"What's that for?" perplexed Liam and suddenly realized how ambiguous he must look right now: the robe open, droplets still dripping down his skin. And Cal could look at him all he wanted, but he didn't...

Suddenly he felt the fabric of the robe begin to tickle his nipples; he wanted to get rid of the exciting feeling, but Cal intercepted his hands and put them behind his back.

"Let's not have you touching yourself," Cal warned him.

It looked like Liam was getting more and more worried. His breathing quickened slightly. Losing his ability to control the situation, the Head sharpened his other senses. Cal removed his robe and tossed it aside. Pulling the belt from his robe, he tied Liam's hands together.

Then he put him back in the tub and tied his hands over his head to the crossbar. Finding himself in a rather cramped position, Liam became increasingly anxious. Unknown feelings overwhelmed him, making him tremble with excitement.

Cal turned on the lukewarm water, and, taking incredible pleasure, began to carry out his plan. To bathe Liam in a way that would make him horny and eager for him, to beg to fill him and put him out of his misery. It looked like it was going to be easy.

It seemed to Liam that all of him was a taut string. The skin where he'd been touched burned with fire, his nipples had long since throbbed, and he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, unaware of where Cal's hands in the foam would touch the next moment.

His whole body was alert, he was beginning to tremble finely. Cal played with him, touching him in unexpected places, alternating between caress and roughness, making Liam confused.

Sliding down his smooth skin from his thighs to his chest, Cal drew patterns on his skin, making Liam tense and even hold his breath. Caressing his neck, then his stomach, he was leading the man to believe that there was some logic and consistency to his actions.

But then he broke that stereotype and gently bit his earlobe. Deliberately not touching his convulsively sighing chest and the hot cock below, Cal tormented his body in all the other places until Liam's lips trembled.

"Please," he murmured, "touch me..."

"I can only touch one part of your body, what will you choose?"

The question stumped Liam. If he says dick, he won't get the caress of breasts and kisses, aaaaah! Sneaky Cal...

"Take your pick," surrendered the Head, pining with desire.

"Then let's do this: if you stretch yourself, I'll caress your whole depraved body... Would you risk it?".

"Okay," exhaled Liam, "untie me.

"We'll just put your hands down," said the apprentice, untying the belt from the bar above, "and wash off the foam."

Then he took out a vial of the already familiar thick liquid and poured some on Liam's fingers. Overcoming embarrassment, Liam carefully crept up to his own anus and lightly spread the ointment.

But next... he just burned with embarrassment...and stopped.

Cal grabbed his nipple and gently rubbed it with his tongue and bit down. Then more, and more, until pink stains were crawling up Liam's face and neck. Switching from one nipple to the other, Cal was inexorably robbing him of his sanity, but he still hesitated in indecision to penetrate himself.

"If you don't prepare yourself, I can't get in," Cal bit his ear, causing him to shiver wildly. "Or let's do it this way."

Cal grabbed one of Liam's fingers and used it as a pioneer, dropping the Head's dignity below the plinth.

The strange sensation made Liam even more confused and his legs trembled.

"Go on," commanded his ruthless executioner, and Liam, clasping his eyes, put a second finger to the entrance.

After all, no one could see.

For the first time, Liam was penetrating himself and experiencing exciting new sensations. Meanwhile, Cal lowered himself and, holding Liam's hips, began to caress his cock with his tongue. In a flash of sensual pleasure, the head staggered slightly.

"Keep going, don't stop," Cal reminded him again and wrapped his hot lips around the hard phallus.

He slid his lips over it, nibbling very gently on the delicate skin of the head. It made Liam's legs shake and a hoarse sound erupted from his throat.

"You be a good boy, I'll do it again," Cal said.

"I try, I will," breathed Liam heavily.

Looking at Liam losing his ability to stand on his feet, Cal took pity:

"That's enough... I'll carry you to the bedroom."

Untying his hands, but not his eyes, Cal carried him to the bed as his legs did indeed buckle. For a moment, Liam was relieved to fall onto the bed, but almost immediately, Cal rolled him over onto his stomach and climbed up from below between his legs. If Liam hadn't rested one hand on the bed, his face would surely have fallen on Cal's groin.

Pulling Liam closer to him, he swallowed his cock whole again. Feeling the pleasure pile up, the Head continued the execution of his anus, adding a third finger to it.

If it weren't for the sensual agony the man below was giving him, he wouldn't have been able to continue.

Gently pushing his fingers inside him, he felt dry. Suddenly his chin caught Cal's rippling cock. It left a sticky residue on his skin. Quickly grabbing it with his hand, he gathered up more of the viscous secret that the beast was oozing and returned to his hole.

Things got better and he even experienced pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmm," Liam couldn't help himself when Cal's sharp teeth scratched his sensitive head, "oooooh, w-what are you... aaaaaaaaah..."

He was all shaking and clenching with pleasure. The sensation that was increasingly taking hold of him demanded drastic measures that his timid fingers were incapable of. Another piercing salute from Cal caused him to suck in air greedily with his open mouth and a trickle of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Watching Liam's reaction, Cal got more and more turned on. Not letting Liam cum, he squeezed the base of his cock at the most dangerous moment. This torture almost made Liam howl. Feeling a need he couldn't express in words, he felt another man's cock near his face again.

Catching it with his free hand, he pounced on it with his mouth full of drool. Licking and nibbling, swallowing deeply and releasing, he tormented Cal furiously to make him want to discharge as much as he did.

For a while he was blind, he seemed to be ashamed, too, and as he swallowed deeply into his mouth, he squeezed his testicles, releasing them sharply.

Here Cal moaned beneath him in sensual torture. As they continued to give each other excruciating pleasure, they were rapidly losing strength in this struggle. Liam surrendered first:

"I'm ready... please come in," he whispered, pulling away from his tormentor and leaving seductive threads of spit like cobwebs.

"Are you tired?" asked Cal.

"A little..."

"In that case..."

Cal lay down on the bed and laid Liam on top of him, face up. Gently entering him from below, he carefully checked how prepared Liam was. With little resistance, he was able to move slowly. This swing robbed the man on top of all will and composure.

He was uncomfortable with the prolonged waiting and wanted more. But Cal was sparing him again, making him even more uneasy.

"Wait, that's not it," Liam gathered his courage. "Even though I'm tired, I want you madly, let's do it... as hard as we can?"

"When am I going to get used to you not being afraid of pain...?"

"Languishing in anticipation is much more painful..." - the man replied hoarsely.