by Dani Hermit
“Better already,” Matt said into the silence. He pulled out a butt plug with an attached tuft of long golden hair and a riding crop. “We are going to have to talk to Boris about your nickname, Pony.”
Matt couldn’t help but laugh as he turned to Colton and found him to be standing just as he left him - facing the bed, and trembling slightly. Matt put a hand on his shoulder and turned Colton around. He trailed the soft hair from the pony tail up Colton’s body, swishing it back and forth across his nipples.
“Do you want to explain to him that this isn’t why I call you that?” He waved the tail back and forth in front of Colton’s face. “Or do you want me to use it?”
Mythos moaned into the gag, his eyes looking away from Matt’s new toy shyly then into Matt’s eyes. He blinked a few times. And nodded his head so slightly. This was fraying his nerves. Mythos wasn’t even sure which way he was answering. There was so little he could do. He blushed as he made another little sound.
“Ok, you get to tell Boris all about it.” Matt decided for Colton what he was answering and threw the butt plug onto the small table next to the duffel bag. “I’ll save that so you have a visual aid.”
Matt turned Colton back around and pushed him down so he was bent over, ass in the air, face down on the mattress. Matt used his leg to push Colton’s thighs apart until he was satisfied with the position.
“Now just hang on there until I find something actually useful in here,” Matt ordered, going back to the duffel bag. “How many bottles of lube does he think we need?” Matt asked, trying to keep up the conversation in a way that would throw Mythos off and hopefully wake up Colton. Though without the constant bitchery spewing from his foul mouth, it was hard to tell the difference between the two.
And maybe that is for the best, Matt thought. If I get too focused on worrying if this is Colton or Mythos, I’m going to drive myself crazy.
Matt found a set of harnesses, not the kind meant to restrain, but the kind meant to decorate the body. One was similar to a gun harness and another strapped around the thighs and ass, with a set of straps meant to display a cock still contained in clothing. He liked them, but they were much too big for Colton. After a moment, Matt decided that he was going to put them on.
He’d never thought to dress up to be the dom. They’d never had that kind of commitment to their lifestyle. No outfits, not many toys. Nothing that couldn’t be easily purchased in any vanilla sex shop in any city. No clubs where they could watch or be watched. Nothing like what they both now knew was out there. And it was going to take more than just the same old stuff they did as kids to keep Colton’s mind safe. Matt had learned that with the branding incident. Might as well keep going with new things. But first, he wanted to make sure Mythos wasn’t getting bored.
Dripping some lube onto his thumb, Matt reached down between Colton’s legs and fondled his balls with his palm and fingers. His slick thumb teased his ass, pushing in a bit, then pulling out. Once he was certain that Mythos was paying attention, he took his hand away and replaced the teasing thumb with the first of a string of anal beads. Matt eased the second and third in, and based on the way that Colton was squirming, he decided that was enough for now.
“Now, don’t you come yet. I’m barely getting started,” Matt warned, stepping back to peel out of his t-shirt.
Mythos’s memory wasn’t that hazy. There was something different about Matt. He wasn’t trying to coax Colton out with the familiar. The feel of the beads was a good tease and he flexed his muscles to get more of it.
“Ham-ham,” he tried to moan out the syllables so maybe Matt would catch them.
His breath was starting to speed up. He didn’t want to be excited. He sure as hell didn’t want Matt turned on while and possibly because he was gagged and couldn’t utter a word. Or, and all the wrong kind of thrills went through Mythos at the thought, couldn’t tell him to stop. He found small comfort in the discomfort Colton would feel if Matt liked it and started to gag him should his host find his way back.
Matt was glad that Colton was face down on the bed and couldn’t see him trying to wrestle into the harnesses. He had opted to leave on the skin tight black jeans he’d stolen from Thomas and the heavy boots he’d gotten at the bargain shop. The t-shirt would have stayed too, but the large yellow cat emblazoned on the front sort of killed the sex appeal. But when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, with the black leather straps over his shoulders and a band around his lower chest, even Matt thought he looked good.
The slightly out of shape body he’d been so concerned about wasn’t that big a deal right now. The leather distracted from the not-so-great parts around the middle and highlighted his broad shoulders and still nicely-toned chest. The harness around his hips was snug, and the straps under his balls held his cock front and center, making his erection incredibly apparent. The straps around his thighs weren’t bad either. Overall, Matt found that he liked it. And not just because he felt sexier than he had in years.
He felt powerful. Even getting his powers back hadn’t restored the feeling that burning out had taken away from him. Staring at himself in the cheap motel mirror was making him feel more like himself than anything else that had happened in the last thirty years.
Matt just hoped Colton didn’t think that he looked stupid.
Grabbing Colton by the strap connecting his hands, Matt pulled him up and turned him around. He took a step back, leaned on the edge of the table, and picked up the riding crop. He tapped it against his leg lightly, looking at Colton as if deciding what to do with him.
Matt had never looked like that.
Mythos’s breath caught in his throat and he had a little trouble restarting it. When they were young, no matter how unbelievably sexy Colton thought he was, Mythos knew Matt had never seemed so comfortable in his role of dom, despite what his cocksure smirk and always ready attitude might have Colton believe. Now though, Matt was a feast for the eyes and he fucking knew it. Every part of him suggested that whatever he had planned was going to be for Matt’s pleasure as much as anything he was giving Colton.
Mythos sighed with fear and appreciation. Seeing him there like that, Mythos was forgetting what game he was playing. He just wanted those eyes, a mix of power and mischief, focused on him. He hungered for Matt. He’d be anything Matt wanted. That thought meant nothing though because the only thing he was right now, the only thing he could be, was at Matt’s mercy.
“I’m disappointed in the circumstances of our location,” Matt said, looking around the room. “So you are going to have to work that much harder to satisfy me.”
Matt pushed away from the table, walking forward towards Colton. The harness cradling his cock shifted with every step, reminding him that he was already hard and the feel of the leather flexing on his body was only making Matt’s cock ache more.
“There are things I want to do to you that this shit hole just won’t allow.”
Matt brought the riding crop down on the side of Colton’s thigh, leaving behind a soft pink mark. He ran the crop up Colton’s leg, across his belly, and down the other leg, purposefully ignoring his hard cock.
“I bet you’d like me to list them, wouldn’t you?” Matt got closer, leaning to whisper in Colton’s ear. He held himself so that none of him touched anywhere on Colton’s naked body, though he was close enough to feel the heat coming off the smaller man. “To explain every last one in explicit detail while I fuck you slowly. Do you want that, Pony?”
The lack of touch made Mythos crazy, the sound and feel of Matt’s whisper made it hard to think. So did everything about how incredibly sensual Matt appeared. He was hard. He couldn’t stop wanting more of everything. The constant pressure of the beads made him want to beg Matt to fuck him. So, this time, he gave Matt what he wanted, a clear answer. He nodded his head with desperation. Yes, he wanted to know. He might come just from the words.
“That’s what I thought.” Matt backed away, leaving a teasing slap of the riding crop
on Colton’s ass. “But where’s the fun in that? It would take all the surprise out of some future play date.” Matt reached down and gripped Colton’s cock. He rolled his thumb over the tip, catching the ooze of pre-cum already there. “Besides, I know how easy it is to make you cum. How horrible would it be for you to shoot when I don’t want you to?” Matt let go of Colton’s cock and licked the drop of pre-cum off his thumb without breaking eye contact with Colton.
Mythos couldn’t say what he felt. It was just helpless sounds that gave him another reminder of how wrong this had all gone. He tried to furrow his brow to make angry eyes at Matt. He bucked his hips up to show his need or maybe how well he could behave by not cumming too soon. He wasn’t sure but he needed to do something.
Laughing at the helpless reaction, Matt dropped the riding crop on the table. He braced on hand on Colton’s shoulder, and ran his other hand down his back. Matt took hold of the beads still dangling from Colton’s ass. He pushed, easing the fourth bead in while he watched Colton’s reaction. Seeing another drop of moisture rolling down Colton’s erection, Matt smiled. He teased at pushing the final, thickest bead in, but instead he pulled them all out. Matt laughed low in his throat at Colton’s gasp.
“Oh, you’re ready now, Pony,” Matt reached down and grabbed Colton’s cock with one hand and teased his ass with the other. Pushing two fingers into Colton, he stroked his cock mercilessly. “You’re going to cum for me now, Pony, and then you’ll be able to focus on making me cum.”
Mythos raged against the command but his body knew better than he did. It complied with Matt’s desires nicely. Not being able to hold back at all, Mythos came all over Matt’s hand even as he tried to position himself to take more of Matt’s fingers. He cried out into the bridle, his body crazed with need. He struggled against how much much he was loving all of it.
Despite everything, Mythos found himself wishing he was Colton. That this was his life. That this glorious, powerful, unreal beast owned him. He’d willingly sacrifice his heart, soul, and body to Matt’s every whim. His god Blue Bolt had left him alone and wanting. Matt made him want so much more but claimed him with every maddening move he made.
Using the still damp blanket, Matt wiped the cum off his hand. He leaned back against the table like he had been when they started. Dropping the blanket back to the floor, Matt rubbed his erection through his pants. He let out a soft moan, his eyes closing for a moment.
“I’m trying to decide if potentially listening to you bitch is worth taking off that muzzle so you can suck my cock.” Matt said, undoing the button on his pants.
Mythos tried to right himself enough to gain his feet. He managed to take the few steps to Matt and brought himself down on his knees. He looked up at Matt making a few of the most shameless begging sounds.
“That’s very good of you to offer,” Matt smiled down at him, the expression more a feral baring of his teeth than anything kind. “But that’s not going to happen. I’ve had enough of your lip for one day. I have a better idea.”
Matt walked away, throwing the pillows against the headboard of the bed. He crawled in, making himself comfortable leaning against the wall. Matt waited for Colton to turn to look at him. He unzipped his pants, reaching his hand in to stroke then pull out his cock.
“You’re going to crawl up here, Pony,” Matt told him, still stroking himself slowly. “And ride my cock until I am satisfied. No matter how long it takes.”
Letting out a whimper, Mythos started the complicated process of getting to the thing he wanted most. No matter how pink his skin turned as he could feel a full body blush overtaking him, Mythos was going to get to Matt.
He walked on his knees to the bed. It seemed a lot farther away now. He couldn’t use his hands for leverage so each step was small. He didn’t want to fall forward. When he reached the bed, he carefully used one leg to brace the other and stand before flopping down on it backward and kicking his legs up and around so he was at least on the bed.
Why did it feel like even the few choices he was allowed, the little control he tried to exert, seemed to play right into this sexy bastard’s hands? Mythos wondered if he appeared less willing, would Matt be more or less turned on? He worked his way back up on his knees. Before him, Matt looked like the devil waiting for his due, and Mythos knew there was no way to pretend he didn’t want this. He’d gone from wanting to destroy Matt to aching for Matt to claim him.
“You better hurry up, Pony.” Matt said, still lazily stroking his cock. “If I finish myself off, it won’t be good for you.”
Matt had stopped caring if it was Colton or Mythos crawling across the bed to him. He saw the same submission he craved on the face looking so eagerly at his cock. It really didn’t matter at this point which one was going to ride him. His cock wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. The physical body he was fucking was the same he’d always craved. It was the same that fit so tightly around his cock, that teased his body to climax.
It seemed to him that it shouldn’t matter anyway. It wasn’t like Mythos was some foreign invader taking over Colton’s body. He wasn’t a ghost or demon from some story. He was just the personification of Colton’s powers. No different from Matt’s fire powers or Thomas’s amplification. From watching Boris, even the Chosen who could change form didn’t create a different mental space for their other selves. Even ones like Boris who hated what that form required.
Mythos was a part of Colton. There wasn’t anything wrong with Matt wanting to torment and fuck him. And following that logic, nothing wrong with actually acting on it. It was Colton who was confused. At least by Matt’s logic, that’s how it was. All he had to do was treat them like they were the same being, and that’s how they would eventually act. Right?
“Oh, you’re almost there,” Matt encouraged, stretching one hand up to grab the top of the headboard and arching his hips into the fist that was working his cock.
The man in front of Matt didn’t know who he was and that scared him. But Mythos went with what he believed. Satisfying the man who beckoned him forth was all he needed to live for. His whole purpose was laid out in front of him. Exactly what he wanted. What Leo suggested he could never have unless he followed him. Matt didn’t want his loyalty, didn’t demand pledges to some obscure divine missive. Matt wanted him, and only demanded loyalty to his pleasure.
Carefully, Mythos straddled Matt so he could start working his body over his cock. Matt held on to his erection, helping Colton a little bit by guiding it. But once the tip was pushing into Colton’s ass, Matt let go, put his hand on top of the headboard next to the other and let Colton do the work now.
“Nice and slow, Pony,” he purred, his eyes half closing in pleasure. “I’m in no hurry. Are you?”
Mythos moved as slow as his desperation would let him.
Pony. Maybe that’s who he was. Not Colton. Not Mythos. At least for as long as this lasted. He let the idea wash over him. He felt beautiful. An object. A way for Matt to get off. And more than that even. Worthy. Cherished. A treasure. His tongue tasted the bridle, allowing himself to feel turned on that Matt liked it on him. He could give Matt new sounds of pleasure, making the gag a new way to perform for him.
More of Matt’s cock filled his ass and he freed himself from caring if he acted like a whore. Pony was Matt’s whore. He loved being Matt’s plaything. He raised his body to almost lose Matt’s cock from his grip only to slide back down. His movements were meant to show Matt all of what was going on inside of him. He worked himself hard, drawing as much pleasure from it as he wanted to give Matt. He arched his back as far as it would go as he took Matt’s cock in deeper. His hands rubbed against his back, his arm muscles tightened as he became more aggressive with his pace.
Gripping the headboard maybe too tightly, Matt struggled to let Colton set the pace. He’d told Colton that was what he wanted, and grabbing his hips and fucking him as hard as he could would undo Matt’s words. They both needed those right now. But no matter how hard
he tried, Matt wasn’t able to just lie back and do nothing.
He brought one hand down, heating a flame on the end of his index finger. Struggling to concentrate on it as he was being driven mad by Colton riding his cock, he managed to get a white hot flame, slim and narrow like a blade. He brought his other arm down, locking it around Colton’s waist and grabbing the restraints. He pulled Colton down, pushing his cock as deep as it would go.
“Don’t squirm,” Matt hissed. He brought his finger down and traced the healing brand that he’d put on Colton’s chest hours before. Carefully, slowly, he burned over the curling lines until they were red and fresh.
Finished with that without cumming, though he came close several times, Matt grabbed Colton’s hips and began to slam into him.
Mythos screamed into the gag. The pain from the newly awakened brand was burning white heat. His limbs felt heavy. He surrendered his body completely. He was Matt’s to use. Anything he did, any sound he made, was to let Matt know how eager he was. He came again, spilling on Matt’s belly but Matt didn’t seem to care.
Matt’s entire focus was on fucking Colton deeper, harder. On filling him with everything he had but even that wouldn’t be enough. They had three decades of fucking to make up for and Matt couldn’t fit all of that into one dirty motel room romp, no matter how much he did to and with Colton. But he was going to make sure that Colton knew that was what he wanted.
Bending his legs, and somehow managing to get them underneath him, Matt threw Colton onto his back, coming down on top of him moments later. Pushing Colton’s legs up as far as he could, Matt slammed his cock into Colton again, snarling as he felt every inch sink in. He resumed his hold on Colton’s hips, holding him in place as he fucked him.