Leather Paddles

by Brina Brady

  Jesse grabbed the soft sack in his hand, licked every inch of it, then pulled one side into his mouth, carefully sucking. Master Andrew’s grunts morphed to moans; he swayed his hips forward as Jesse’s lips sealed around his heavy balls. Jesse crammed the other side of Master Andrew’s sack inside his wet mouth, careful not to bite. Master Andrew had given him permission to be rough on his balls without biting. He licked and sucked as his own cock twitched and engorged. Jesse loved when his taste lingered in his mouth, a sweet reminder of pleasure.

  When Master Andrew pushed his head back away from his sack, Jesse slid his hand up and down the rigid shaft. It grew harder under his touch, rising and stiffening. He kissed the head and jammed his tongue into the slit. He pushed in deeper, nibbling his clear juice, draining and swallowing.

  “Such a good cocksucker, boy.”

  “Mmm, Sir.” Jesse wiped his fingertips across his lips as he lifted his head and gazed into Master Andrew’s eyes. He’s pleased with me.

  “You are so good to me,” Master Andrew whispered, stroking Jesse’s hair.

  Smiling, Jesse said, “I love your taste.”

  “Good. Because my cock loves being in your hungry wet mouth.”

  Jesse closed his lips over Master Andrew’s enormous cockhead. He adored the feeling of his cock swelling in his mouth. Master Andrew’s moans rewarded Jesse. It was obvious the sucking pleased him. He bobbed his head up and down on his firm shaft, stuffing as much into his mouth as possible. He held on to Master Andrew’s thigh, and with the other hand, he jacked Master Andrew’s cock. He pulled back and bathed the head with his tongue. Master Andrew grabbed his head between his enormous hands, guiding him. Master Andrew’s fingers pressed behind Jesse’s neck, pulling his head closer and closer until Master Andrew’s cock hit the back of his throat. His skin warmed, and saliva wet his lips. He gagged a bit, and his mouth journeyed back up to the thick cockhead, tasting the clear juices. The tight skin of Master Andrew’s cock felt like velvet against his lips when he slid them across the head, planting kisses on the crown, on the side of his smooth shaft. Master Andrew encouraged him by pushing his hips forward, letting him taste his entire length.

  Jesse accepted the shaft deeper into his mouth until Master Andrew’s pulsing cock head touched the back of his throat again. Jesse’s cock throbbed like a bitch, and precum trickled down. He fought the urge to stroke his own erection. He tried to focus on Master Andrew. Master Andrew had told him to look at him at all times while sucking him as he wanted to see Jesse’s eyes. But he had trouble keeping his eyes open. Jesse’s lips closed tightly around the base of his shaft, his nose almost touching his abdomen. As he deep throated him, he caressed Master Andrew’s balls in both hands and forced himself to look into Master Andrew’s eyes.

  Jesse trembled when Master Andrew rubbed his neck and stroked his fingers through his hair. Master Andrew’s balls tightened, and his knees trembled. He held Jesse’s head firmly, his cock buried in his mouth as Master Andrew pounded against the back of his throat repeatedly until he blasted his load deep inside Jesse’s throat. Jesse was right where he wanted to be, safe and loved by his strong caring Dom. How did he get so lucky?

  “Fuck, that’s right. Keep me wet and take all of it, boy,” Master Andrew groaned and tugged Jesse’s hair.

  Jesse savored his semen while Master Andrew held his head in place. He struggled with the amount of cum, but Jesse accepted Master Andrew’s release, swallowing as much of possible; some of which had escaped from the corners of his mouth. It tasted salty, and he licked it up, sucking the remainder from the tip of Master Andrew’s cock. Without notice, Master Andrew’s slippery dick pulled free from his mouth.

  “Good boy.” He planted a kiss on Jesse’s head and zipped up his pants.

  Master Andrew walked to the shelf, brought back a leather sports bag, and removed some items. First, he flashed Jesse the rubber ring.

  Master Andrew sat on a chair and gestured for Jesse to stand before him. “This will keep your dick stiff, but don’t you go shooting it off until I allow it.”

  Master Andrew worked the ring over his flesh, and Jesse loved the devotion with which Master Andrew caged him. His cock throbbed and pulsated. Master Andrew stood, then walked Jesse to the table and helped him lie on his back. He grabbed him by his arms, shoved them above his head, and snapped on leather handcuffs. Master Andrew pulled both his nipple rings, not too hard, but enough to cause Jesse to wince. He licked and sucked hard on each one. Jesse loved the attention, the pain-pleasure blend.

  Next Master Andrew tickled his chest and stomach with feathers, and Jesse savored the power his lover had over him and the way he cared for him. His cock jutted up and away from his body as Master Andrew stroked every part of his body and flicked his finger over the nipple rings, entertaining himself. Jesse sucked in his breath with every movement.

  Master Andrew unlocked the handcuffs and flipped Jesse over so he was lying facedown. Then he snapped the handcuffs around his wrists again and inserted his feet into the spreader bar. He played with Jesse’s ass and followed up with tickling him as if he wanted to scratch the itchy spots.

  “I’m going to warm your ass by slapping you, but I’ll be wearing my leather gloves. For at least five minutes, Master Andrew spanked his ass, alternating between each cheek until they tingled and stung. When he’d finished warming Jesse’s ass, he licked his hole a few times.

  “Before we play with the candle wax, I want to mark your ass as mine again,” Master Andrew said.

  “Yes, please, Sir. I want your mark on me.”

  “Unfortunately, we had to wait for that bastard’s marks to heal. Your skin is perfectly white, waiting for me to redden it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jesse had worried that Master Carmen’s marks on him would disgust Master Andrew, but he had reassured him that wasn’t the case. His anger wasn’t directed at him but at Master Carmen. He’d also told Jesse that he was glad he hadn’t fallen to Sam’s wiles again and that he stayed with him. Master Andrew had replaced all thoughts. He was Jesse’s focus, the most important man in his life.

  Master Andrew pulled out a blue leather paddle from the bag and showed it to Jesse. “I made this for you because you love the color blue.”

  Tears welled up in Jesse’s eyes when he studied the paddle. The thought of his Dom making it especially for him made him quite emotional. He’d cherish it forever, as he would Master Andrew.

  “Are you okay, Jesse?”

  “Just happy tears, Sir. Thank you for accepting me as your sub.”

  Master Andrew ran the paddle along his back to his ass and thighs. The leather paddle walloped Jesse’s bare ass.

  Fuck, this hurts. The paddle hurt. Jesse clenched his cheeks, preparing for the next blow.

  The second one came down harder than the first blow. He had a difficult time breathing evenly.

  Number three struck him right below where the second strike had landed.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “What color are you?” Master Andrew asked.

  “Green, Sir.”

  Master Andrew was relentless with his heavy swats. More strikes connected with his ass. He was determined to take his marking. Jesse counted another ten swats silently. He wanted to take it all, but it was becoming difficult. Tears streamed down his cheeks. After another ten swats, Jesse was whimpering out of his mind with the pain. But then his pain disappeared, and he spaced out, floating into subspace. He never wanted to leave this place. He didn’t know how long he was out, but he came to in Master Andrew’s arms.

  “Drink some water,” Master Andrew handed him a bottle.

  Jesse drank the entire bottle. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you up for more? I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re going to wear this butt plug and think about who owns your ass. Turn around. Ass out.”

  Master Andrew squeezed lube generously over the plug and inserted it. He moved a table on whee
ls beside him with five different color candles.

  “Oh, they’re beautiful,” Jesse said as Master Andrew lit each one.

  “Come lie on the table on your back. I’ll cuff you again.”

  Master Andrew tied a blindfold on Jesse, then began methodically dripping the red wax along his exposed body. A drop on his right nipple, one on his stomach, one on his thigh. With each new drop, Jesse inhaled deeply. A loud gasp escaped his lips as he let a large drop of wax fall directly on his cock. Jesse writhed under the sudden attention his hole was receiving. Apparently the butt plug was a vibrating one.

  While his ass was being teased and attacked by the vibration, Master Andrew pressed kisses to his thigh to the spot where the wax had landed. He circled the wax with his tongue and then bit down hard. Jesse cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Master Andrew’s teeth scratched at the wax on his skin. He clamped his mouth over his swollen cock, scraping the wax off as he sucked and bit him. Jesse moaned and tried to move away from the intense sensations Master Andrew was giving him. He pulled back and continued the pain-pleasure torture of dropping wax, using different colored candles. His body became a work of art.

  Finally, he stopped his assault and moved to the drops of wax covering his body. At each spot, he bit down hard, leaving teeth marks and making Jesse cry out in pain. After he had finished scraping all the wax off his body, he uncuffed Jesse, spun him around onto his front, and removed the butt plug. He tied Jesse’s hands above his head again and bound his feet at the ankles. Without warning, he shoved two fingers into Jesse’s ass. Jesse gasped. They slid in quite easily.

  Master Andrew pulled out his fingers slowly and twisted a lubed candle into his hole. Jesse imagined it to be the blue candle he had chosen. Master Andrew pushed it about one-fourth of the way in. The burn and stretch was faint, not too painful. Master Andrew flicked a lighter, and he imagined him lighting the candle. Hot wax dribbled on his ass, and he flinched. The melted wax trickled slowly; then more hit his ass.

  “Is the candle inside me lit, Sir?” Jesse asked.

  “Does it feel like it?”

  “I don’t know. I feel the drippings, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.”

  “Are you worried the candle will burn your ass?”

  “Uhm, I don’t know. Tell me, please, Sir.”

  “Trust me. I’d never burn you with a lit candle. That’s not part of candle wax play.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Master Andrew licked Jesse’s feet and legs as the candle dripped. When the wax also dripped on the back of his thighs, he flinched again, more from surprise than pain. He figured Master Andrew had two lit candles in his hands. He must have gotten more candles out after blindfolding Jesse.

  “What color are you?”

  “Green, Sir,” Jesse said.

  Something snapped, like a camera flash. Had Master Andrew taken a picture of him? He heard the lighter flick again. The wax was dripping everywhere: his back, ass, arms, thighs, calves, and the bottoms of his feet, but never in the crease of his ass. Jesse flinched every time hot wax hit his skin. It didn’t matter where it landed. His nipples hardened to rocks along with his cock, stretching and thickening more underneath him. He loved this feeling.

  “Soon,” Master Andrew whispered into Jesse’s ear.

  “Ah… fuck me… please… I need your cock…,” Jesse begged.

  “Not yet, boy.” He stroked Jesse’s hair. “I have more candles to play with.”

  He waited… more dripping. Master Andrew repeated it six times. He probably looked like an abstract rainbow canvas.

  Master Andrew removed the candle from his ass and replaced it with lube. Hopefully, he would be feeling Master Andrew’s cock filling him soon. One finger slipped inside of his hole, then two. Master Andrew fingered him with reckless abandon.

  “Ah… please… I want you inside me,” Jesse begged.

  Master Andrew pulled his fingers out, then traced Jesse’s crease with his cockhead, teasing him.

  “Feel good?”

  “So very good, Sir,” Jesse said.

  “Lift your ass a bit. Good. I’ll remove your cock ring, but no coming until I say you can.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Jesse groaned, his cock rigid, leaking precum.

  Master Andrew aimed his cock into Jesse’s throbbing hole. He banged through the velvet muscles, brushing his sweet spot.

  “Oh, fuck…,” he panted. “Squeeze me, boy.” He bit Jesse’s neck.

  Jesse contracted his anal muscles around the thick cock inside him. Master Andrew brushed his prostate repeatedly.

  “Uh! Feels so good,” Jesse screamed. His cock was close to exploding.

  “Oh, damn! I’m going to come,” Jesse said.

  “Not yet, boy.”

  “Uh… Fuck. I can’t hold it anymore… Damn.” Jesse blasted four spurts of cum onto the table.

  After Master Andrew pumped two more times, he exploded inside Jesse. Master Andrew rested on Jesse for a few minutes. Both were too spent to do anything but lie there, breathing heavily.

  Master Andrew removed Jesse’s blindfold, then unfastened his wrists from the cuffs. He repeated the process on his ankles.

  “You’re a mess, boy.”

  “You turned me into a canvas,” Jesse said.

  Master Andrew carried him to the bathroom and washed Jesse in the shower, carefully removing all the wax.

  “You used all the candles except the blue one, didn’t you?”

  “Yes. I’m so proud of you.”

  When they finished their shower, they got dressed, and Master Andrew showed Jesse the picture he had taken.

  “You never lit the one in my ass?” Jesse asked.

  “Of course not! Didn’t you believe me?”

  “Sort of,” Jesse said. “Yes, I believed you, but it felt like you did.”

  Jesse followed Master Andrew down the stairs back to the club area. He held his hand and led him to the front of the stage area. The club was filled with men dancing and grinding and kissing. They had little room for walking through the crowd, but they managed to reach their booth. He scanned the room for Charlie when the music stopped and he heard Master Jake speak.

  “Ha, there they are. We are gathered here tonight to celebrate the collaring of Master Andrew’s new sub, Jesse. They had some ups and downs, as most of you know. They are both excited about their future as a Dom and sub. We are all grateful for the safe return of Jesse.” Charlie stood next to Master Jake.

  Jesse caught Charlie’s eyes, and he felt more secure just knowing he was there. He noticed pink-haired Marty with his Dom, smiling and clapping as well, which surprised him. Master Malik and Chen stood, side by side, in their leather.

  “I’d like to invite Master Andrew and Jesse to the stage to accept a gift from the Leather Paddle Doms.”

  “Jesse, are you okay with that?” Master Andrew asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  They walked to the stage, hand in hand, through the leather-clad men clapping and whistling.

  “On behalf of Leather Paddles, we wanted to celebrate with you two the return of Jesse and his permanent collaring to you.” Master Jake handed Master Andrew a bright red envelope.

  Master Andrew pulled Jesse in so they could both read what was inside. He pulled out two plane tickets to Hawaii for one week, everything paid. There were vouchers for the hotel too.

  “Wow, thank you,” Jesse said.

  “You guys didn’t have to do this. Thank you. We can use a nice vacation after all that happened,” Master Andrew said.

  Master Jake and Charlie hugged them, then they left the stage. Everyone lined up to congratulate them. Once they were finished, Master Andrew pulled Jesse close to him in a small corner away from the crowd.

  “I love you, Jesse.”

  “I love you so much. I never want to lose you.”

  “You don’t ever have to worry about that. I’m going to take care of you the way you deserve.” Master Andrew kissed Je
sse as if he couldn’t keep his hands off him.

  Jesse was truly happy for the first time and truly appreciated everything Master Andrew had done for him. He’d turned Jesse’s gray life canvas into a full-color one.

  “Let’s go home,” Master Andrew said.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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