The boy screamed softly.
Paxton's arm held him tight. Martin could try to get away if he wanted to, he could step on his foot, hit him with the head - whatever - but he wouldn't. This immobility stimulated him. It added a certain spice to their physical relationships. Therefore, voluntarily defenseless Martin completely surrendered to the caress of a strong, firm hand that squeezed and released his member at the very root. They were in his private apartment, all alone, away from any eyes that might see them, and yet, because they were fully dressed, there was something indecently appealing about the scene. There was no reason to caress surreptitiously, that was what Steve was doing at that moment.
Martin's body temperature began to rise rapidly.
"I'm hot," he muttered.
Paxton immediately extended his hand, disappointing Martin's body, and lightly pushed the boy away.
"Then take your clothes off," he ordered. "As for the last cloth."
