by Sean Michael
He would bathe Way after, spend the rest of their day with aftercare. This first, though.
He made sure the ropes weren’t hurting Way’s skin, then contemplated the ass in front of him. So pretty. So pale and needing his hand.
“I love you, boy. I love your need.”
“Master.” The word was little more than a moan.
“Yes, boy.” He rubbed Way’s ass, getting it warmed up.
“This is…. I’ve never had a morning like this.”
“You still haven’t—it’s almost one in the afternoon,” he teased.
“I didn’t sleep that long!”
“We were up until 5:00 a.m., love. It was a normal night’s worth.” He patted gently, teasing that warming flesh.
Way took in a deep breath.
“I’m going to spank you for coming. Then we’re going to go have a bath, indulge in some erotic touching.”
“Okay. Okay, love. Not too hard?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, love. I’m the master, I’ll decide.” He let his hand drop onto Way’s ass.
His boy needed to remember that he was in control. He would give Way anything and everything he needed.
He began to spank with an easy rhythm, his hand coming down on Way’s right asscheek. He was going to take his time warming Way’s ass.
This was about sensation and heat, not about pain. His boy didn’t need pain. Burning and aching, yes, but not pain.
He bit at the small of Way’s back, teeth scraping along the patch of nerves there. He loved the way that Way curled his toes, the heat that poured from his boy.
He moved to the left asscheek, watching the pale skin go slowly pink, slowly match the right. Each smack was met with a low, needy little cry, a moan. God, he loved the noises that Way made. Each and every one going straight to his balls.
They found a rhythm, sure and steady.
The heat built slowly between Way’s asscheeks and his hand. The heat and the color were beautiful, sexy, almost as perfect as the way the lean hips danced for his hands.
When his palm was burning, he stopped, resting it on Way’s ass. “You’ll have to look in the mirror when we go to the shower, boy. Your ass is such a beautiful shade of red.”
“It burns, deep.”
He imagined so.
“Do you need more, boy?” Would Way ask for more or beg to be done?
“More?”
“As you wish.” He moved to using two fingers this time, placing smacks all around Way’s ass, hitting his crack.
Way began to jerk, to try to pull away, to fight the bonds.
He settled his free hand in the small of Way’s back and hit the tops of Way’s thighs.
“No! Not there! That’s bad!”
He stilled. “Why do you say that, love?”
“That hurts. For real. Not in a good way.”
Bending, he kissed the spot. “Sorry, love.”
“It’s okay.” Way hummed, the sound pleased. “Thank you for listening to me.”
“I will always listen to you, baby.” Always.
“I will always listen to you too. I promise.” Way sounded blissful.
Smiling, Neal bent and kissed one asscheek, then the other. “I think that’s a good enough spanking for today. Your ass is the perfect color. Time for some aftercare.”
“That sounds nice. Care. That’s a good word.”
“It’s important.” He slowly untied Way’s right ankle, taking his time. They had all afternoon and evening for this. “It should be at least fifty percent of the time you take sharing a scene. At least.”
“Do… do you like it? That part?”
“It’s my favorite part. My absolute favorite.” He rubbed Way’s ankle before moving to Way’s other leg and undoing it.
“Good. It would be bad, if you hated it.”
“I’d be into the wrong lifestyle, if I hated it.” He circled Way’s ankle and rubbed it, easing the skin that had been caught by the ropes.
“Yeah? You never hear about that, but I guess it’s because it’s private.”
“Yeah. Even when guys do a show, you never see the aftercare stuff. Just the big action. But really, there’s foreplay, there’s the scene, and the aftercare. I think each one is as important as the other.”
The aftercare was where trust was cemented.
He undid Way’s right wrist, using his thumbs to massage, making sure the blood was flowing properly. Showing his love.
“Love you. Neal. Master.”
“I do love how that sounds. I could hear you say it all day long.” He kept massaging, then put Way’s hand down and undid the other one, giving it the same loving touches.
“Master? I like saying it. It’s… satisfying.”
“Good. Because I love hearing it.” He kissed Way’s wrist, feeling his boy’s pulse fluttering beneath his lips. “Sweet boy.”
“Your boy.”
“Mmm. That’s right.” He rolled Way over, enjoying the way his boy hissed when his ass hit the sheets. “That’s a lovely sound, boy.”
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome.” He grabbed Way’s hands and helped him stand, then put his arms around Way’s shoulders and guided his boy to the bathroom.
“I feel like my bones are melted.”
“Then I’ve been doing my job right.” He sat Way on the commode and started the shower, playing with the taps until he got the temperature right. “We’ll shower and then soak in the tub, sweet boy.”
“That sounds perfect.”
Neal nodded. “That’s my job too. Coming up with the perfect plan.” He drew Way into the shower, the fall of water putting them into their own little world.
Way leaned against him, heavy and still, and he ran his hands along Way’s back. He loved touching his boy. Loved it.
“You feel good. Solid.”
“For you, love.”
“That’s so cool. Honest. It’s like… magic.”
Neal couldn’t agree more. “Yeah. You and me and our love magic.”
Way’s little giggle filled the air, soft, sweet.
“Love that sound. Love you too.”
“We’re basking, Master.”
“We are. It’s an excellent thing after the weekend we’ve had. I think it says we did it right.”
He grabbed the shampoo and started lathering up Way’s hair, massaging the scalp.
“I’ve arranged for our game night on Wednesday. Stack and Robin will be coming, along with Tide and Tyrone and their boys. I hope that sounds good—fun.”
“Here? Should we make snacks?”
“Yes, here, and yeah, that would be fun, wouldn’t it? To find some stuff to make together.”
Way nodded, not a bit of worry in his boy’s expression.
He rinsed the shampoo away, carding his fingers through Way’s hair, making sure to be gentle and not catch on any tangles.
“Mmm. Master.”
God, he loved that sound.
“You’re going to say that a lot this afternoon.” He was going to pamper the shit out of Way.
“Mmm?” Little tease.
He rubbed their noses together and pushed Way’s head under the water, rinsing away the soap. “You heard me, boy. It’s going to be luxurious pampering for the guy with the jewelry in his cock.”
“The beautiful custom jewelry.”
He kissed Way. “You’re welcome, boy. It needed to be beautiful to match the man it was for.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m…. I guess I’m okay, if you like my type.”
“Love.” He growled a little. “You’re stunning. Stunning. And I love you.” He wanted to shake Way. “You hear me?”
“I do. I love you too. It would be weird if I was my type, you know?”
Neal chuckled. “I suppose that makes sense. Still. You’re a beautiful man, inside and out, and I want you to know that. To know it deep inside you and in your heart.”
“I hope to be a good man. Beauty fades, huh?
”
Neal shook his head. “If what’s inside is as good or better than now? Then it doesn’t ever fade. Not to those who see your heart.”
Way nodded, a happy smile blooming across his face. “Yes. Yes. I knew a man at my church, and he was so happy, so joyous and solid in his skin, and you could see it on his face, even at ninety years old. He loved the world.”
“I’ve seen that look on your face a time or two. When you’re so blissed out that nothing bad is getting through.” Neal grabbed a sponge and got it all soapy, then began to wash his boy, starting with Way’s back.
“The more I know you, the less bad gets through.”
“I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.” And he was truly touched Way felt that way, that he could do this for his boy.
“I guess that’s love, huh? You. Me. Keeping the bad out.”
“That’s as good a definition as any I’ve heard.” He kept washing, sliding the soapy sponge everywhere—absolutely everywhere.
He would always keep the bad out for Way. Always.
Chapter Nine
WAY HEADED down the stairs to Neal’s workshop, vibrating with something he couldn’t quite define. It wasn’t rage, because he wasn’t mad. It wasn’t passion, because he wasn’t feeling sexy. It was… arghness.
That was it. Arghness.
And it was Neal’s fault.
“You aren’t ever allowed to touch my nipples before I go to work, and you can’t put any more jewelry in me either! I have to do things. Work things! And all I want is to touch my nipples and my cock and get off, and that’s not cool. We can only touch on Friday and Saturdays, okay?” He made his demands, then nodded once. “Okay. Good talk. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Whoa, hold up there, Way. You’re forgetting who the master is here.”
“I have work. I have to focus. Everyone knows that I wasn’t there, that I was going crazy.”
Neal put down his equipment and took off his gloves, then came over to put those big hands on his shoulders. “Everyone knows that you weren’t where, love?”
“There. Focused. I wanted to rub and touch, and we can’t do that anymore, okay?” His nipples ached so much that he wanted to tug them, pull them. Have Neal bite them. Hard.
Neal laughed—laughed—and wrapped him in a hug, which rubbed his nipples against his shirt. “You know that’s why I did it, right? And you know every boy there knew exactly how you felt.”
“You’re not listening to me.” His voice was way too breathless. Way too.
“I am, Way. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a problem on the job—you still did what you were supposed to do. And you know that you being super aware of your nipples and your cock is why I played with them and why I had the ring put in. And if you’re very lucky, I’ll do something about both.”
Neal reached up and stroked one of his nips, gently, nothing like what he wanted.
“I need a shower.” He needed more.
“We could shower together. I could take care of your little problems for you.” Neal’s grin could only be described as shit-eating.
“They’re not little. They made me crazy today and it’s your fault!” He wanted to stamp his foot.
Neal nodded. “I will totally take the blame. Like I said, that was kind of my point in doing them.” Neal guided him out of the workshop and closed the door, then slid his arm around Way’s shoulders and led him toward the bathroom. “I promise to suck them nice and hard when we get into the shower.”
A soft little whimper escaped him and his cock jerked, a wet spot forming in his briefs.
“I’ll be happy to deal with the beringed one too. A nice hand job with some extra action on the head.”
“I—please? I’m so—I don’t even know how to tell you….”
“You’re all wound up is what you are. I may have to start showing up at your lunchtime to ‘work out.’”
Way could totally hear the quotes around the words work and out.
“I’ll never be able to work.”
“You managed to work today, despite your difficulties,” Neal pointed out, voice sounding so reasonable even though this whole thing totally wasn’t.
“I did and it was hard.”
“You’ll get used to it.” Neal didn’t seem very concerned about his problem at all.
“No one could! No one ever!”
“It’s going to be fine, Way. You’ll learn to ignore the ring when you’re at work or stuff. Same with the swollen nipples.” Once in the bathroom, Neal began to tug off his clothing.
He helped, removing the bandages he’d pasted over his nipples to keep the cloth off them.
“Way! What are these?” Neal shook his head, fingers going immediately to pluck at his hard little nips.
“N-nipples?”
Neal burst out laughing. “Oh God, love, that was perfect.”
The laughing kiss Neal gave him tasted like love and happiness.
He moaned and pressed close, rubbing all along his lover’s broad, amazing body.
“I love how needy you are,” murmured Neal, hand sliding to grab his ass and pull him in tight. “Love that it’s because of me that you’re feeling that way.”
“Please. Please, make it better.”
“I think it’s pretty damn good right now, but yeah, I’m going to make it even better.” Neal closed the distance between their lips, then rubbed them together, making both Way’s nipples and his cock ache. That was what he needed. Contact. Friction. Heat. More.
He writhed against Neal’s body, driving himself harder, faster.
Neal stopped him far too soon, body backing away from his as Neal bent. As he cried out, Neal wrapped his lips around Way’s left nipple and began to suck.
“Yes. Yes, Neal!” He bucked up, dragging his cock against Neal’s leg.
Neal grabbed hold of his hips and pulled off. “I’ll let go and let you rub if you want—but you’re not allowed to come without my permission. Or there will be punishments.”
“But… it aches! I need, please.”
“And I’m giving you what you need.” Leaning in, Neal added in a whisper, “Besides, you usually enjoy my punishments very much.”
He nodded, beginning to rock faster and harder, his eyes rolling back in his head. Neal wrapped his lips around Way’s right nipple this time, pulling hard. Neal’s big hands slid to his ass, encouraging his desperate movements.
That was it. That. But more. Harder. Stronger.
Neal gave him what he needed, the suction increasing, making his nipple burn so good. Then Neal bit down on the tip and he shot, heat splurting from him, almost burning him.
“You came without permission, boy. Whatever should I do?” What Neal did do was move to his other nipple and suck on it, nice and strong.
Whatever Neal did, it would be worth it. He groaned and held Neal’s head right there.
Neal’s chuckle blew air across his wet nipple, making the tip ache in a new manner.
“Please. More. More, I need you.”
“I’m going to take you to bed and make love to you. We’ll worry about your punishment later.”
“Uh-huh. Anything.” Anything, just let it get better.
Neal picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, tossing him onto the bed, where he bounced like a sack of potatoes or something. His arms and legs went every which way, his cock ring bouncing off his belly.
Neal stripped off his clothing in short order and pounced on him, their skin all slapping together noisily. All he wanted to do was lick and rub and…. He pulled Neal up and shoved himself down at the same time, dropping his open lips over Neal’s cock. Neal deserved a thank-you for his release.
“Way!” Neal called out his name, hands dropping to his head. “Fuck, that’s good.”
It was—salty and hot and filling his mouth perfectly.
Neal groaned and stroked his head, fingers sliding through his hair. Soft, jumbled sentences drifted down over him. �
��Such a generous boy. How did I get so lucky? Going to keep you. All mine.”
It felt so good—the praise, the touches, the cock in his mouth. And it encouraged him to work harder to bring pleasure to Neal. He sucked more vigorously, using his tongue to stimulate the head of Neal’s prick.
“Going to fuck your mouth, boy. Relax and let me in.”
Way nodded, his nipples and cock throbbing with the words.
Neal moved them so he was on his back, Neal kneeling up, straddling his head. The thick cock pushed in, Neal pulling out again before he could even think of choking. Then it happened again, and again, strong and sure, and he opened up and let Neal have him.
Neal fucked his mouth with long, rhythmic strokes. Never in his throat long enough to feel dangerous, only good. He swallowed as often as he could, Neal crying out for him whenever he caught the thick cockhead.
“That’s it. Suck me. I’m going to be able to last forever, after this. Drive you out of your mind.”
Way moaned as the words made his nipples ache even more. This was supposed to be relieving his need, not making it worse.
Something told him Neal was not going to relieve him any time soon.
He wanted to touch—to tug his cock, pinch his nipples, get off. He supposed he could do that and maybe Neal wouldn’t even notice because he was facing the wrong way and all of Way’s touching would be behind Neal’s back. That didn’t seem right, though, so he didn’t. He focused on making Neal come instead.
“Good boy.” Like Neal knew, like he could see.
Maybe he could, Way didn’t know. Either way, it made him happy that he’d resisted temptation.
He sucked harder, swallowing around the tip of Neal’s cock, over and over.
“Fuck! Gonna blow soon.”
It was good of Neal to warn him, though Way didn’t really need it. He could feel Neal’s cock getting harder in his mouth.
He grabbed Neal’s ass and pulled his lover in deeper.
“Yes!” Neal pulled out and slammed in twice more before coming, the spunk spraying down Way’s throat, and he swallowed over and over, drinking Neal down.
Neal patted his head, fingers almost tugging as they moved through his hair. Neal still moved his hips slightly, jerking the hot flesh along his tongue. So good. He sucked gently, rubbing the shaft.