Christian

by Sean Michael

  “If you don’t get work today we can go shopping this evening. Buy you new looking-for-work clothing.” Salem set up the board and plugged in the iron. “That’ll be hot in a minute. I’m gonna go get you one of my shirts.”

  “Are you sure? No one will see the stains on this one.”

  “I have a couple of shirts that are tight on me—they should look good you. And this way if you want to take the sweater off, you can.” Salem disappeared into the bedroom.

  He was going to owe Salem a fortune.

  Salem returned a moment later and handed over three dress shirts. “I was going to take them to the charity bin down the road because they don’t fit well, so it’s not like you’re taking them from me.”

  “Well, thank you. Seriously. Oh…they’re nice.” He pulled one on, humming at the soft fabric against his skin.

  “You’re very welcome.” Salem grabbed his pants and began to iron them, the heat making his worn khakis straight. They almost looked new with the wrinkles out entirely.

  He buttoned the last buttons, standing there in briefs and Salem’s shirt like a giant dork.

  Salem glanced over at him and whistled. “You sure you have to go right away? You’re making me think naughty thoughts.”

  “I—” The way Salem’s gaze dragged over him, sliding up over his half-dressed body made his eyes cross.

  “You don’t have any actual interviews you’d be late for, do you?” Salem asked, managing to both iron his pants and check him out, make him all hot and bothered, at the same time.

  “No. I was going to just wander around and hope someone needed a dishwasher.”

  “So why don’t we take the edge off, and then I’ll drive you around to different places. You’d cover more ground that way.”

  “I—” He knew that if they got started, they’d end up staying in bed, filling his ass, talking about rules and things he wasn’t ready to talk about.

  Salem gave him a look, eyebrow going up. When he didn’t say anything else, Salem suggested, “Or I could just take you around to the restaurants to look for work and we can fool around later.”

  “I’m trying to be all grown up and not just say, let’s go fuck, dammit.”

  “What if we looked online and then made love? It’s a decent compromise.” Salem grinned at him, eyes twinkling. “And that’s two swats tonight, boy.”

  Just two? Was it weird that he wanted the attention? That he wanted to have a sore behind and to let Salem comfort him? He supposed he could ask Salem, but that would definitely be weird. So… “No fucking way.”

  Please hear me.

  “That’s three and if you’re not careful, I’m going to put a hold on the whole job-hunting thing and take care of the punishment right now.”

  “F-fuck off. I don’t want any motherfucking punishments, and you can’t make me.”

  Salem set the iron down, leaned over, and unplugged it, then turned to stalk him. “I think it’s time for that spanking now, boy. Daddy is going to tan your hide.”

  He shook his head and backed away, his heart going ninety to nothing. “No.”

  “Yes. Daddy says so.” Salem continued to stalk him, gaze holding his, expression intense.

  “You’re being an asshole. Please.” Help me.

  “I’ve stopped counting, boy. This is happening.” Salem moved faster, catching up with him in the hall.

  “No. Fuck no.” He met Salem’s gaze, both of them seeming to burn.

  “No more swearing, boy. Your ass is going to be on fire as it is.” Salem grabbed his arm and manhandled him into the bedroom.

  “I’m a grown up. I can cuss all I need to!”

  “You’re my boy and I was very clear about the rules.” Salem sat in the big chair in the corner of the room. “Drop the skivvies. Take my shirt off too. I want you naked for this.”

  “You’re not fair!” It felt good to throw a bit of a fit, knowing that Salem had him.

  “Nope. I’ll strip you myself if you don’t get naked.”

  He carefully unbuttoned the shirt before throwing it. “I’m not giving you my bare butt.”

  “You are. In fact, you’re going to strip down and lay yourself across your Daddy’s lap.” Salem sounded so calm. “You’re my boy, and I’m going to start to make it clear, right now.”

  He just stared.

  “Don’t make me say it again, boy,” Salem growled.

  “I hate you!” He took off the briefs and threw them across the room. He’d never felt so free.

  “You can hate me from over my lap.” Salem’s eyes were like a fire.

  He went to Salem, shaking his head. “No.”

  “Yes.” Salem took his arm and tugged him down, settling his cock between Salem’s thighs. “You’ve been wicked, boy.”

  Everything in him went tight with anticipation.

  Salem didn’t make him wait long before that big solid hand came down, swatting his left cheek.

  “No!” He arched, bucking on Salem’s lap, but that hand on his lower back was solid and strong and all that happened was his cock slid between Salem’s thighs.

  “You’re going to learn that you cannot curse, boy, unless you need a spanking.” That hand kept falling, over and over, relentless. “Or did you figure that out already? I think you may have. I think you’re ready to take the next step.”

  What the hell was Salem talking about?

  Christian would have asked, but he couldn’t. That hand just kept falling.

  “If you had a specific of number of swats I would have you count, but you blew past any sort of number.” Both cheeks were swatted again and again. “After we’re done here, we’re going in the bathroom for a shave. Bad boys need to remember that Daddy is in charge of their care.”

  A shave? What did Salem mean by a shave? His thoughts disintegrated, though, as the swats continued. The growing fire in his ass wiped out all worries—Salem and his hand were everything.

  He began to cry, the huge tension inside him easing with a wild pop, like his fucking soul orgasmed.

  “That’s it, boy. I’ve got you. You let it out, give it all to Daddy.” The spanking continued, the fire and pain letting him keep crying until he was almost floating above it.

  He sniffled and sobbed, the blows turning into gentle strokes on his aching ass. His cock was hard, rubbing between Salem’s thighs as he rocked with the touches.

  “It’s okay, Chrissy. You’re okay. You’re good. Such a strong boy.”

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. I needed…” He groaned softly as Salem’s hand moved over his aching skin.

  “Don’t apologize for needing, boy. Daddy will always give you what you need. If you can’t ask outright, you can do exactly what you did today. I’ll figure it out.”

  “I don’t…I’m so wigged, and you’re the only thing that makes it better.”

  “Then I’ll just keep making sure that you know I see you.” The touches never stopped, tiny lines of fire covering his ass.

  Instead of being painful and uncomfortable, he found them comforting.

  “I’ve got you,” Salem said again, making his worried thoughts pop like so many little bubbles.

  “We’re going to be busy for a few days. Shaving. Spankings. Getting those nipples repierced. Maybe your sweet cock too.” Salem’s words were low, sensual, soothing.

  Salem moved him, helping him up so he could curl in Salem’s lap. His ass burned, but it wasn’t awful, in fact it was a reminder that Salem saw him.

  He closed his eyes and floated a while, his world nice and easy.

  Salem held him, dropping the occasional kiss on his face, his head, on his lips, and his shoulders, nothing intense, simply letting him float there.

  He’d needed this more than he could say. And he didn’t have to say, did he? Salem had figured it out, had let him throw his tantrum, and had given him exactly what he’d needed.

  “We’re okay?” he whispered.

  “We’re absolutely okay. No, actually we’re way be
tter than okay.” Salem kissed his cheek. “Now that you’re coming back down, we’re going to the bathroom. It’s time to shave you, boy. Bare so that you remember, all the time, that you’re mine. That you know Daddy has you.”

  “But…” He touched his little beard. No one respected him without it. He looked so young.

  Salem raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t led you wrong yet, have I?”

  “N-no. No, you haven’t.”

  “You need a clean start, Chrissy. You need a daily reminder that you’re mine. We’re doing this.”

  “I—Okay.” He hid in Salem’s throat. “If you want.”

  He could trust. He had to. He needed this.

  “Good boy.” Salem kissed the top of his head. “You’re going to enjoy it, I promise.”

  “I—Okay.” He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to understand what the fuck was going on in his head.

  “Chrissy.” Salem waited until he met those blue eyes. “Do I need to spank you again to make you let go and just be? You can stop thinking and worrying for a few minutes at least, can’t you?”

  “No. No, please. I’m sorry.” He fought his tears. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Baby, stop apologizing. I just want you to have some time where you aren’t worried or unhappy or stressed or thinking you aren’t enough.”

  “This is all so new. Everything is.” He looked into Salem’s eyes. “I’m trying to figure out how I fit.”

  “You fit right here, with me. With your Daddy.”

  “Right here. Yes, Daddy.” He shivered, saying that.

  “Mmm. That does sound good.” Salem kissed him, then stood, lifting him at the same time.

  “Don’t hurt yourself!”

  “I’ve been working out since we last saw each other. I’ve got you.” Salem carried him right into the en suite.

  “You’re a stud.” And that was the truth. Salem made him dizzy.

  “Thank you, boy. It’s all part of being a Daddy.” Salem set him down as they got to the bathroom, waiting a moment to let go of him—making sure he had his footing.

  He wasn’t sure what Salem wanted him to do, so he stood there, watching.

  Salem got the shower started, the stall filling with steam. Then Salem took his clothes off so they were both naked. He licked his lips, his gaze dragging over that gorgeous body, the heavy muscles, the broad shoulders. He got to touch that. Salem turned and caught him looking, smiled at him.

  He grinned back, feeling shy. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “Thank you, boy. I’m really glad you think so. You’re not so bad yourself, you know?” Salem looked him up and down and licked his lips. “I want you. When I’ve finished shaving you, I’m going to touch you all over, explore every inch, and make you come for me.”

  He groaned and nodded, his belly going tight. “I’d like that, very much.”

  “Come into the tub.” Salem reached a hand out to him, and he went, the water hot and wonderful against his body, even his swollen ass.

  “I’m going to wash you first, and then I’m going to shave you—face first, followed by chest, pubic area, balls, and ass.” Salem sounded like he was looking forward to it. “My boy needs to know I see all of him.”

  “Oh…” He wasn’t sure his cock could get harder.

  Salem grabbed the soap and sudsed it up between his hands. Then the washing began, those big hands sliding over his body, each touch speaking of care, of comfort. Christian relaxed, letting Salem love on him, trusting in those hands.

  The wash was thorough, Salem cleaning him everywhere, from between his toes all the way to his head.

  By the time Salem was rinsing his hair, he was melted and floating.

  “Time for hair removal.” Salem switched the water from the showerhead to the taps just over the tub and put in the plug. Then he went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out shaving cream and a razor.

  “Do you just want me to stay in here?”

  “I’ll get you to kneel in the tub for your face. We’ll figure it out for the other parts.” Salem’s hand dropped down to fondle his cock.

  “My poor beard. I’m going to look like a teenager.”

  “Not a teenager. But you will look like mine.”

  “I am. Yours, I mean. I so am.”

  “Well then, Daddy knows best, right?” Salem sprayed shaving cream into his hands.

  “That may be a rumor, you know?” he teased.

  Salem growled, but he could see that it was jokingly. “Only boys who need more spankings think that.”

  “My butt may never recover. Never.” He leaned in to beg a kiss.

  Salem laughed, that happy sound filling his mouth.

  He rested his hand on Salem’s flat belly, opening up, feeling glorious, feeling warm, strong. The kiss lasted a while and when Salem pulled back, his face was covered in the shaving cream from Christian’s cheeks.

  “Oops. Minty goodness?”

  They laughed together again, and then Christian leaned back and let Salem do what he wanted.

  Salem shaved his face, a strange sensation to have someone else doing this for him, but somehow nice as well. Every stroke of the razor proved Salem’s care. His skin felt smooth, not burned by the razor.

  It was almost meditative, the long, slow strokes of Salem’s razor.

  He found himself heavy and quiet in his soul, the act of letting Daddy do as he would satisfying as hell.

  “Look at you.” Salem stroked his cheeks. The sensation of skin on skin, where before his beard had separated him from direct contact, was really good.

  “You like it?” He didn’t want Salem to decide he was homely.

  “I do. You’re damn fine, Chrissy.” Salem stroked his cheeks again.

  “Thank you, Daddy.” He didn’t even remind Salem that he didn’t like to be called Chrissy or anything like that. It was funny, but when Salem called him that, it made him feel cherished and cared for instead of teased.

  “It’s true, baby.” Salem kissed his nose, then turned the water off—good thing too as it was nearly to the top of the tub—before dropping his hands into the water and cupping them. Salem splashed the warm water over Christian’s face.

  His skin felt tingly, heated, and it was enough to make his cock begin to fill.

  “All right. It’s time for your chest. I think you can go up on your knees and I’ll go down as far as I can.”

  “I’ve never shaved that.” He wasn’t hairy, not too much, but still…

  “I figure we might as well go for the gusto and do your chest as well as your pubic area.” Salem nodded, as if he was satisfied. “I want to help you become mine. You’re doing so well.”

  Salem sprayed more shaving cream into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then slathered Christian’s chest, hands moving sensually, all the way down to where his hips disappeared in the water. “Lift your arms, boy.”

  He lifted automatically. “There too?”

  “I’m not doing your arms, legs, eyebrows or the hair on your head, but everywhere else will be bared.” Salem slathered more shaving cream on his underarms, touch firm enough not to tickle.

  “Eyebrows? That’s a thing? Really?” He wasn’t disgusted, just truly shocked that it got people off.

  “Yep. I’ve seen some boys completely bared of hair all over—even their eyelashes. It’s an otherworldly look, but beautiful in its own way.” Salem began to carefully shave his armpits.

  “I—That’s not something for me, okay? This is cool, but not that?”

  “It doesn’t interest me either, boy. So don’t worry, you won’t have to safeword to keep me from doing it. And that’s excellent communication. It’s good to tell me what you like, what you don’t like. Sometimes, I’ll use it to push you, other times, I’ll use it as a guide as to where the line is.”

  “Thank you.” He waited for the razor to move from his skin, taking a soft kiss.

  Salem returned it, then shaved his other armpit before starting on his chest. The movem
ents were easy and efficient, and he never once worried about getting nicked.

  “It looks weird, bare, huh?” He didn’t quite know what to think.

  “Boys are bare, Chrissy.” The sure words made his cock throb. So stupid.

  Salem continued to shave, bringing the razor down to just below the edge of the water each time, teasing him by not quite reaching his pubes or touching his cock.

  By the time he was finished, Christian was aching, hard as a rock.

  “Now for the main event.” Salem tilted his head. “I’m just trying to figure out the easiest way to do this.”

  He shrugged, his body feeling weird and bare. “You tell me and I’ll do it.”

  “We’ll do your ass first. I’m going to drain some of the water, and you can go on hands and knees for me.”

  “Okay. I can shower after and get the hair off, right?”

  “Oh yes. There is going to be a shower after.” The way Salem said it, Christian thought there might be more than just a rinsing off of hair happening.

  “Cool. Otherwise the itch factor, right?” The more their day progressed, the more he could relax.

  “No scratching. I’ve got a cream I’m going to apply after we’ve showered.” Salem leaned over and let out about half of the water. “Okay, hands and knees so I can get to your hole.”

  “I—It’s tender. Sore.”

  “That’s your fault, boy. You needed it to be tender.”

  He couldn’t argue with that, could he? So he just assumed the position.

  “Spread your knees as wide as you can, boy.” Salem touched his ass, and he clenched at the ache, even as he spread his knees.

  “There you go.” Salem gave his right asscheek a couple of pats, each one sending a zing through him. Then Salem sprayed the shaving cream on his asscheeks, the cold sudden, making him gasp.

  “I’m going to shave your hole, boy. Bare you for me.”

  Salem’s words made him shiver, but it wasn’t in fear.

  The shaving cream felt even colder as it sprayed along his crack. He gasped, his muscles clenched, and his butt ached.

  “Felt pretty good, didn’t it?” Salem rubbed his ass, spreading around the shaving cream.

  “I—Uh-huh. Yeah.”

  “Try ‘yes, Daddy’.”