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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Demesne 7

Roddie grunted and leaned into Cosmo’s hand. Larger arms wrapped around the youth’s waist and pulled him in closer. Cosmo eagerly melted into the man, mouth open needily. 

No sooner had Roddie’s mouth found his, than Cosmo was flushed with sweat. Animal passions too over. Roddie’s tongue worked its way into his mouth. Groaning and humping up against the man’s side, Cosmo pawed at the man.

The light in the room dimmed as something passed in front of the sun. In the dim light he felt the crush of the massive empty house around him. Like the whole of his world was reduced down to this tiny spot in Roddie’s care.

It unnerved him.

The sudden slap to his bum caught him unawares. Cosmo yelped and jumped backward, rubbing at the red imprint on his posterior.

“Wha-”

“Hands down, boy.”

Such a slow build up. I am trying to weave this into something bigger than the vanilla kink.
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Demesne 6

Roddie regarded him like a piece of meat. ‘Like a slave.’ The man’s well-dressed figure only helped emphasize that fantasy. In his profile pics Roddie wore the same Ivy League style that he did now. Naturally filling the role of dapper gentleman.

The bulge in his cuffed trousers confirmed to Cosmo that the man was enjoying himself as well. 

Self-confidence buoyed by this knowledge, he uncovered himself completely, exposing a circumcised cock that slapped against his abdomen with intense arousal. Cosmo took two exaggerated mincing steps toward Roddie.

“I can see you like what you see, Sir.” Assuredly he stroked the fabric, feeling Roddie’s girth beneath it. “Unf. Big.” He moaned.

I seem to be using a lot of sentence fragments. My English teachers would be appalled. Assuming they weren’t aroused by the subject matter ;)
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Demesne 5

Cosmo took little time to get undressed. He’d fantasized about this moment all week - the hot, well-cultured Dom telling him to strip. In that fantasy the teen would slowly take of each article of clothing, teasing Roddie with an ever-growing expanse of bare skin.

Lightly freckled shoulders, wisps of blonde hair on his legs that matched his fair hair, a matching set of celtic knot tattoos on his wrists hiding hesitation marks, abs that were in actuality the only muscle group he worked on, a tan line that spoke of wearing a speedo recently. His life writ large on his body.

Instead he was a whirlwind of movement. Within seconds his clothes lay scattered about himself like the aftermath of a tornado. The boy grinned sheepishly. His heart thudded with excitement, as did his stiff cock that he coyly tried to hide with one hand. Cosmo felt the blush that came with nudity in front of strangers, but he smiled wide, too aroused to actually feel shame.

‘Make me lick your boots,’ Cosmo’s thoughts were every fantasy at once. ‘Call me a slut. Tell me to bark like a bitch.’

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Cosmo felt his pants tighten again, arousal fed by Roddie’s teasing words. He scampered eagerly behind the man. It felt natural to walk a few steps behind him. Like a heeling dog or a dutiful slave.

Their footsteps echoed or creaked throughout the residence. Large paintings lined the walls alongside vases and statuary. There were some black and white photos as well. Each with a placard. Each with a story associated with the house or the bloodline.

He paused to look at one large painting of a trio of figures illuminated by a broad window opposite. The woman sat sternly upright. She wore a checked suit with elbow-length sleeves and long gloves, every bit the lady of the house. The man had an aura of command to him. A trimmed beard, dark suit and white waist coat. He wore an odd sigil ring next to his wedding band and with that hand he was making a strange gesture.

The third figure stood center but in the background…

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Demesne 2

Changed Wyatt’s name to Cosmo. Wyatt, I discovered, is the name of my best friend’s 2-year-old nephew. Which felt weird.

“Sadly, yes. Just me. ” replied Roddie. His voice was languid and morose. The man’s elocution lessons shone through each word he spoke. The result of prep schools and Princeton. “But great families are like ancient civilizations, they wither and die.”

Listening, Cosmo bit his lower lip. 

In his mind he pictured the weight of the house bearing down on Roddie: the last of a grand line, tasked with carrying on the legacy of the Usher family yet conflicted by his own sexual preferences. Though Roddie was in his middling twenties, Cosmo suddenly saw him as ancient.

He wanted to hug him and coo that things would get better (and then hump his leg frantically). 

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“You got this whole place to yourself?” Cosmo asked, eyes wide in wonder as he stepped into the main hall. He felt like he ought to remove his hat. Instead he just adjusted the brim of the ball-cap, pulling it back, high on his head, and grinned sheepishly.

When he knocked at the massive entryway he expected a servant to answer. Someone in coattails who’d fallen off a Downton Abbey episode. He felt kind of silly thinking it, here in the middle of Cold Spring.

It was a big house, no doubt. But Cosmo saw the grounds were overgrown. The windows in need of washing. Even the antique furniture on the landing looked in need of a good dusting.

Guess even the 1% had to fall on hard times too.

Still, his young mind was instantly aroused by the thought of cleaning up the place in a revealing maid outfit. Or on hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floors with a toothbrush in his mouth, a raging erection between his legs. Much like the raging erection he’d tucked under the waistband of his boy briefs while walking up the drive.

This was going to be so cool.

Fuck I wanna draw Cosmo. Damn you Windows and your poopy Pro.
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