Egaran Stars - 48. Galen- Playing Dominant

“Just pretend that I’m not here.”

That seemed to be a common theme around here. The camera isn’t running, the tigress isn’t watching you for mistakes… Galen didn’t like it. But then, it was his job, so he was going to soldier through.

Pasiphaë was sitting by the door, her eyes following the tiger as he restarted Hagan’s timer. Galen remembered watching videos on dominating people, and he decided it would probably be best to copy them. How had Iason done it again?

“Remove my clothes,” Galen said quietly, trying to put an edge to his words.

Hagan jutted out his jaw, a challenge in his eyes. The white tiger offered a smirk.

“Make me.”

Galen’s hand shot out, catching the tiger’s jaw between his fingers. He made sure not to go too far back, the last thing he wanted was to choke Hagan.

“You only have a little time with me. You wouldn’t want to leave here without coming, would you?” the blue tiger said, fighting to keep his voice from wavering.

He cringed inwardly at his actions. Galen was no dom, and pretending to be one only made him feel like a fraud. But he would try to give this customer what he asked for.

“You wouldn’t do that…” Hagan said, a brief flash of worry crossing his face.

Galen stared into the tiger’s eyes. It was a lot easier if he pretended Hagan was just a really tall Reinard, a cub who needed things explained. If Hagan didn’t listen, there would be consequences. And it was in the tiger’s best interests not to push those consequences.

“Look at me and tell me I would not let you leave sexually frustrated,”\Galen said quietly. “Give me a colour.”

“Green Kýrie…”

“Good. Now, remove my clothes. Quickly, your time is running out.”

Furry hands ran over Galen’s body, the tiger’s pounding heart no doubt audible to his client as Hagan worked on stripping Galen’s clothes away. The white tiger knelt in front of Galen as he pulled down his peplos, Hagan’s eyes looking up at Galen questioningly.

“Good boy,” Galen murmured, pulling Hagan’s chiton over his head.

The tiger’s peplos followed swiftly, Galen pulling Hagan into the shower. Hot steamy water washed over them both, Galen reaching for the shampoo. He paused, and then handed it to Hagan.

“Clean yourself, and make sure you get your hole nice and soapy,” he said.

“Yes Kýrie,” Hagan rasped, his fingers lathering his entire body.

Once he had finished, the tiger reached for Galen, the blue Egaro stepping back.

“Did I tell you to touch me? If you want your hands on me that bad, then clean my feet,” Galen commanded, leaning against the wall so he could raise his furry foot, claws poking out of the tips.

Hagan knelt again, his hands working Galen over silently, fingers giving the tiger one of the best massages of his life. He switched feet, Galen washing off the first.

“Good boy. And now the rest of my body. If it isn’t clean enough, I can’t fuck you,” the tiger reminded his client.

“Yes Kýrie…”

“Look at me Hagan. Colour?”

“Yellow Kýrie…”

“Then get up and let me finish,” Galen said, thinking. “Is the bed better?”

Hagan nodded, rinsing off his hands. Galen washed quickly, but thoroughly. He saw Pasiphaë nodding approvingly, but the blue Egaro tried to keep her out of his mind as he washed his groin.

Rinsing off, the tiger set the shower to a blower, his fur fluffing out as the water was blown off it. Stepping out of the shower, he pointed Hagan to the bed, the white Egaro hurrying to the soft mattress. Galen wasn’t sure exactly what to do now, but he hadn’t been letting that stop him. Think of Reinard… how would he handle Reinard like this?

Glancing at the clock, he saw they had fifteen minutes left. Was that enough foreplay? He needed Hagan to come quickly so they’d have time to wash off again…

“Lay down and spread your legs,” Galen said.

“I… I don’t do anal…” Hagan said uncertainly.

“That’s fine. Now, be a good boy and spread your legs so I can suck your dick,” Galen replied.

Instantly the Egaro’s legs spread, Galen climbing over his lower body. Galen’s mouth hovered over Hagan’s rod, the white tiger twitching with every hot breath.

“Tell me Hagan, how much do you want this? Enough to beg for it?”

“Yes… Please Kýrie…”

“Give me a colour.”

“Green… I need you to suck me… please…”

“And do you deserve it? Have you been a good boy?” Galen asked, his breath teasing the tiger’s barbed rod.

Hagan nodded with a whimper, his hips raising toward the hot mouth. Galen pushed him back down, letting his tongue was over the Egaro’s cock, wetting it, making it glisten in the low light of the room.

Hot cream splashed over Galen’s face, the tiger closing his eyes as he was sprayed by Hagan’s rod. Spurt after spurt shot from Hagan, Galen wondering what he had done to cause this. He hadn’t even touched Hagan, not really. Was the Egaro that turned on by his words? Or did he have a hair trigger as it was? Or was it because of Iason? That had definitely been hot, watching the two kissing and humping. Galen could only imagine what it must have been like on the receiving end.

Wiping the semen off his face, Galen looked down at the quivering tiger.

“Done already? You were that eager huh? Look at you, all dirty again, and you got me dirty. If we clean again, are you going to make another mess?”

Hagan shook his head as he slowly came down from his heated orgasm. He let Galen pull him back to his feet, the two making their way back to the shower way sooner than Galen had expected. He wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, but the way Pasiphaë was looking at him, he had to believe it was good.