The Gentle Dom

by Sean Michael

  “Do you like that, hmm? The idea of me spreading you wide.”

  How was he supposed to answer that? And why did Rec saying things like that turn him on so much?

  “You don’t need to be ashamed of it, B. I want to revel in it. In you.”

  “I want to. I mean, I want to know.”

  “I want to share everything with you. Everything I know.” Rec pulled his fingers out, then slicked them back up and pressed four into him.

  “Oh.” His belly drew up, going tight and hard.

  “Just keep breathing. You can take this.”

  “Yes.” He wanted to. Needed to, maybe.

  Rec pushed his fingers in slowly, opening him wider than he thought he’d ever been. The burn was perfect, though. A soft, deep sound pushed out of him, drawn from him.

  “So hot and tight. You’re perfect inside. Burning silk.”

  “It aches. So good.” He could feel every finger.

  “It’s just going to get better.” Rec kept pushing his fingers in deeper; then he turned them.

  Barclay gasped, his toes curling. His legs drew up, or tried to.

  “Don’t worry—there’s enough room for my fingers. I promise.”

  “I believe you. I do.” Oh fuck. That felt so good.

  Each movement from Rec was huge, echoing through his entire body. He shuddered, his bones feeling like they were going to shake apart.

  Rec placed random kisses over his body as that hand moved inside him. Belly, nipples, neck, face. As if Rec was adoring him. He couldn’t breathe, but he could.

  When Rec pressed their mouths together, his lungs filled with air. He gasped, his whole world tightening to Rec—even his air was Rec’s.

  Everything about this was different, was new, and he didn’t want it to end, even though he thought he might expire at any moment from pleasure overload.

  “You’re okay, baby. This is a good space. You’re safe here.”

  Rec’s words calmed him somehow, eased him, even as the pleasure pushed him higher.

  He finally leaned into the straps and gave in, body and soul.

  Rec seemed to know when he did it, a pleased hum sounding, the fingers inside Barclay moving faster. His body accepted, took, wanting more.

  “You’re ready for it to be me,” Rec noted. “You want me to fuck you, to stretch you wider than that with my thumbs at the same time.”

  “Yes. Yes, please.” He was more than ready.

  Rec’s fingers circled inside him a few more times before coming out. He’d never noticed how empty he was before, without someone inside him.

  Rec took his time, putting a condom on his cock and slicking it up, Rec dragging his fingers along his own flesh. Barclay watched, licking his lips as he imagined that cock sliding into him, filling him up.

  “You ready, B?”

  “I am. More than.” He tried to spread wide.

  Rec grabbed his hips and pressed his cock against Barclay’s hole. Then, very slowly, Rec pulled him close, the thick heat spreading him open millimeter by millimeter. He closed his eyes, focusing on the stretch, the pleasure.

  Time seemed to stop; all that existed was him and Rec, their bodies moving together. Rec had his fingers wrapped around Barclay’s hips, pulling him into each thrust.

  Christ. Christ, his belly tightened up, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

  “Stunning. Beautiful. My lover. My boy.” Rec thrust as he spoke, rocking Barclay.

  He couldn’t answer, only nod and gasp and feel.

  “You going to come for me, B? Gonna spread your jism up your belly? Gonna squeeze me tight?” Then Rec pressed his thumbs in alongside his cock.

  The stretch was fucking amazing, wider than the four fingers earlier. Wider than he’d ever been stretched.

  “Please,” he whimpered. “Please, I need you.”

  “Right here.” Rec slammed in, hitting his gland, those thumbs still keeping him open.

  He cried out, pleasure tearing through him.

  “Hold on, don’t come yet. I want you to wait as long as you can.”

  He nodded, the request seeming so difficult but so reasonable. At least it was reasonable until Rec found his gland with every thrust, making the pleasure huge.

  “I—” Oh damn. Christ.

  Rec ran his thumbs up and down along his stretched hole until every nerve was firing off. Another hit to his gland and it was like an explosion was going off inside him, then another and another.

  “Okay, B. Let’s go together. I want you to come on my cock and make me shoot.”

  “Jesus.” He cried out, the words making him dizzy.

  “Not Jesus. Sex. Coming. Now!” Rec shouted, slamming into him several times in a row, his gland taking a beating that his balls couldn’t resist.

  He shot, his world going sparkly around the edges. Rec cried out, jerking into him a few more times before he froze and shuddered, cock throbbing inside Barclay.

  Rec rested, using the sling to keep himself up, one hand resting on Barclay’s belly.

  He didn’t know what to say. That had been amazing.

  “You want to swing for a while?” Rec asked. “Just lie here and float?”

  “Yeah. It’s… easy.”

  “I’m glad.” Rec kissed him softly before pulling out. “Damn. You feel so good, I didn’t want to come out.”

  “I’m empty now,” he whispered.

  “I could help you with that,” Rec offered. “I have a plug I could put in you. The perfect comfort.”

  “That’s not weird?” To want it?

  “I don’t think it’s weird at all, B. I think it’s wonderful that you can recognize your needs—and share them with me.”

  He met Rec’s eyes, worried, but the look on Rec’s face was warm, happy, not mocking.

  “What’ll it hurt to give it a try? You’ve already discovered something new and awesome today.”

  “It won’t. It won’t hurt.”

  “No. I’m going to use a smallish one. Just so you feel it—but it won’t stretch you very much, and it totally won’t hurt. Plugs usually don’t.”

  “I want to try.” His cheeks were going to catch on fire.

  “I think you’re going to love it.” Rec stroked his face. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. Not for a second. What gets you off, what makes you feel good—it’s all good.”

  “I guess. This is all… real new.”

  “I know. You’re enjoying it, though, aren’t you? Getting a lot out of it…?” Rec wasn’t telling him. He could see that Rec genuinely wanted to know his thoughts.

  “I just…. It’s big. This whole thing is big, but I want it.” He couldn’t quite meet Rec’s eyes.

  “I want it for you. I want it with you.” Rec kissed him. “I’m just moving to the chest in my closet. I’m not leaving the room.”

  “Okay. I believe you.” Rec liked him. Rec was good to him so far.

  Rec continued to talk to him, babbling about the plug. “I’ve got a nice plug here. Not as small as some, but not by any means large. I think it’s just right if you’ll pardon the three bears reference. Bears. Oh, that’s funny.”

  He blinked; then he started to chuckle, his laughter joining with Rec’s.

  Then suddenly Rec was next to him again, solid and smiling and right there. Rec put the plug on his belly, the cool metal quickly warming.

  It was surprisingly heavy, solid. Smooth.

  “I’m going to slick it up and slide it into you, and then you can float here for a while. I’ll stay with you.” Rec’s hand was hot on his skin.

  “It’s not… selfish?”

  Rec blinked at him for a moment, clearly surprised. “No, it’s not. Why do you think it might be?”

  He shrugged, not sure what to say.

  “You’re not being selfish, okay?” Rec kissed the tip of his nose, making him smile, then moved between his legs again.

  One finger slipped into his hole, the cool lube feeling nice, even if it warmed up qui
ckly. “You are empty, aren’t you? This will feel so good.”

  Barclay trusted Rec, believed what he said. He took a deep breath, moaning in disappointment as Rec’s finger disappeared.

  “Easy, easy. I’m going to put the plug in now.”

  “I like your touch.”

  “Then you should have it a little more, eh?” Two fingers pushed into him this time, Rec spreading them wide and sliding them in and out. Rec rubbed Barclay’s belly with his other hand.

  “Oh….” Could he want this? Again?

  Rec’s touch warmed him slowly, warmed him deeply. He moaned, his eyes crossing with his pleasure.

  “Yeah, that’s it. All you have to do is relax and enjoy this. That’s the whole point, B. Find a place to float, to be inside pleasure.”

  “You’re so good to me. Seriously.”

  “You deserve someone who is.” Rec made the contraption swing gently, adding to the sensations.

  “Oh God.” It felt so good.

  Rec didn’t seem to be in a hurry to stop, either. The touches continued along with the gentle rocking of the sling.

  “Tight, sweet little hole,” Rec whispered.

  He arched, the words making him want to preen.

  “Mmm. You want so well. You’re starved for attention, for sensation.”

  He hadn’t thought so, but every touch Rec gave him soaked into him and left him wanting more.

  “I’m going to put in the plug now, leave you tingling and warm from my fingers.”

  “Okay. God, I feel good.”

  Rec beamed. “I’m so glad. So glad.”

  Rec’s fingers disappeared again, but this time, the hard metal of the plug pressed against his hole, sitting there like a promise.

  “What do I do?”

  “Just lie there, B. I’ll get this in there, but I’m going to take my time. You should enjoy the insertion as much as the prep. Then you’ll be filled for as long as you need.” Rec pushed the tip of the thing into him, then turned it, the sensations big. Rec grabbed a chair and sat, eye level to his hole. “I want to watch you take it.”

  He whimpered. He actually whimpered. Rec’s words were like magic, and they made him feel sexy, hot. Wanted.

  “Sweet, swollen little hole.” Rec blew a stream of air against his body.

  It made him shiver and moan.

  “Mmm. Yeah, beautiful boy.”

  The words soothed his soul deep down.

  Rec continued to play with the plug, pushing it partway in and twisting it, tugging it out, pushing it in and out about an inch in quick succession. Then he pushed it in several inches, slow and easy. “I can see you stretch, see you taking it in.”

  “I can feel it.”

  “Does it feel good?” Rec turned the plug inside him again.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it feels… hot.”

  “Good.” Rec kept playing with him, sliding and turning the plug, the sensations growing upon each other. “Just a little bit longer.”

  “Okay. I’m okay. Really.” More than.

  “You’re good in fact.” Rec kissed the tip of his cock, then settled the plug in. Just like that, it was sitting there inside him.

  “G-good. Fuck.” His belly went tight.

  “Good deal.” Rec stayed where he was and rested a cheek against Barclay’s inner thigh. The warmth was perfect.

  He closed his eyes, breathing, floating. He’d never experienced anything like it. There was pleasure, warmth, comfort, happiness. All thanks to Rec.

  Chapter Six

  REC BROUGHT the just-delivered steak dinners into the living room where Barclay was dozing on the couch, looking at ease and relaxed. He’d known that the sling would go over well. And the plug proved that while Barclay might not know anything about the lifestyle, he was a born sub and not afraid to explore the things his body ached for.

  “Hey, B. Supper is here.” He spoke quietly so he didn’t jerk Barclay awake, but really, it was time for food and companionship.

  “Oh God. I’m sorry. I was just zoned out.” Barclay tried to sit up, to figure out what to do.

  “Don’t worry about it—that’s kind of what I was going for, so it’s all good.” He set the food on the coffee table. “I got UberEATS to bring us steaks from the Keg. I know it’s expensive, but I wanted to indulge you.”

  “You’re too nice to me. I can pay my half.”

  “You can get the next one,” he suggested. They didn’t need to worry about exact sharings or anything like that.

  He got them both set up and then sat next to Barclay, enjoying the heat from his lover’s body. Barclay kept kissing, kept reaching for him. Kept stroking his belly, his legs.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” Not that he was complaining about being loved on.

  “Yes. Sorry. You’re addictive a little.” Barclay turned a sweet pink.

  “You don’t have to apologize for wanting to kiss and touch me. I like it when you do. I just don’t want you passing out from hunger either.”

  “And the steak smells like heaven on earth.”

  “Yeah, it does.” He set Barclay’s container on his lap and offered over some utensils. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  “I’m not high maintenance.”

  “Who called you high maintenance?” Had one of Barclay’s past lovers said that?

  Barclay hummed, sidestepping the question, and took a bite of steak. Rec shook his head. Barclay needed to open up to him. To trust him.

  He grabbed up his own plate, though, and turned his attention to his food. Which was very good indeed.

  Barclay ate eagerly, then reached for his crutches, carefully moving into the bathroom. Rec thought he was moving easier now. He liked to think the relaxing afternoon had something to do with that.

  He needed to do some deep tissue massage, push Barclay into a deeper relaxation. That would go along nicely with some conversation once Barclay got out of the bathroom.

  Barclay came out, face washed, grinning at him. That’s what he liked to see. He smiled right back.

  “Hey.” Barclay crutched to him, eased himself down.

  Reaching out, he settled his hand on Barclay’s thigh. He loved touching this man. The muscles jumped for a second, then eased under his touch.

  “How does a massage sound, B? Like the perfect accent to a great day?”

  “Are you sure? I sort of owe you one.”

  “I’m not the one in recovery,” he noted. He didn’t need a quid pro quo. “Come on. Let’s get you laid out on the couch.”

  “If you’re sure….” Barclay came right to him.

  “I’m totally sure. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.” He helped Barclay get laid out, then straddled the lovely ass and began digging in. He hated how worried Barclay was about being cared for. “So, what do you think about the sling?”

  “It was amazing. So relaxing. Seriously.”

  “And you like the plug too, eh?”

  Barclay flushed, the color climbing up his spine. “Yeah.”

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Rec began to rub Barclay’s shoulders. “That’s what BDSM is about, you know? Exploring new things. Finding out what works for you. Really digging into it.”

  “I never…. I don’t know anything about it.”

  “But you know you enjoy the sling and a plug. I bet you’d like to explore the plug thing more.” He knew Barclay did. The man hadn’t complained once about still wearing it.

  B nodded, the sweet boy bright red.

  “I’d love to do that with you. I have a few more plugs, but we could look them up online, see what intrigues you.”

  “How many are there? That’s an industry?”

  “Hell yeah it is. They come in all sorts of sizes, shapes, colors, and materials. There’s even a site that does ‘dragon penis’ plugs.”

  “Dragon….”

  “And demon, werewolf.”

  Barclay began to chuckle, the sound merry and making Rec want to laugh too.


  “I swear to God I’m not making this up. The fantasy ones are actually quite beautiful. As are the glass ones. I don’t know, though. I mean, they claim they’re safe for use, but that would be a hell of a way to find out they aren’t.” He moved slowly down along Barclay’s back.

  “You…. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

  “Well, you know Tide and Lance and a few others from the gym, I bet. And we’re all in the lifestyle. Or wasn’t that what you meant?” He concentrated on the small of Barclay’s back, thumbs working the little bundle of nerves.

  “I meant you. You’re….” B trailed off.

  “I’m a Dom. So is Tide, but I’m guessing none of his vibes were headed your way.” Chuckling, he moved down and began to massage B’s gorgeous ass, rubbing both cheeks at the same time.

  B arched and clenched around the plug. Needy. He approved. He rubbed it a little more, then put his thumb on the base of the plug and wiggled it around.

  “Rec?” B arched, gasping softly.

  “Feels good, eh?” He did it again.

  “Uh. Uh-huh.”

  He kept doing it, stopping every few seconds to give Barclay a moment to catch his breath. “What else intrigues you? There’s so much to explore.”

  “I don’t know. I don’t know what to choose.”

  “Hey, you can choose it all, you know? We have all the time in the world. I want to have fun with you. I want to show you stuff and explore everything you’re even a little curious about.”

  “You say the best things.”

  “Yeah? I just want to make you happy, fulfilled.” Mine.

  “You don’t have to work. I’m not… hard.”

  “It’s making you feel good, though, isn’t it?” He wasn’t working toward an orgasm here—he was happy to keep Barclay floating and feeling nothing but good.

  “Yes. God, yes. You’re amazing.”

  He leaned forward to kiss the back of Barclay’s neck. “So are you.”

  “Thank you.”

  Rec nudged the plug again, laughing as B arched. “Do you want more, baby? Something a little more challenging?” He moved down after that, working on the tops of B’s thighs, then lower, then lower still to work on B’s calves as he waited for an answer.

  “I don’t know how to answer that, Rec.”