Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  “You don’t need to be embarrassed. You don’t know anything about BDSM and it’s going to be a joy to teach you.”

  “I guess….” Lance shook his head. “I’m not used to messing up so much.”

  Tide shook his head. “You haven’t messed up at all!”

  Lance got Tide’s cock out, tugged it free, and rubbed his cheek along it.

  Moaning, Tide stroked Lance’s head. “You’re not messing up at all.” He could see the tension begin to ease in Lance’s shoulders. So sensitive, his boy. “Follow your instincts, especially in this. You’re making a fantastic start.”

  He stroked a line along Lance’s nape, tangling in the longish hair. Humming, he licked his lips, waiting for the feel of Lance’s tongue on his flesh. He got it, the slick slide on his shaft delicious. He moaned for Lance, letting his sweet boy know it was good.

  Lance responded immediately, blushing dark. He loved that, how a simple moan could affect Lance so deeply.

  “More,” he begged, not actually forcing Lance to do anything.

  “Yes. Yes.” The little request had Lance responding, lips hot and eager on him.

  “Yes,” Tide repeated, fingers sliding through Lance’s hair. He held his hips still, not rocking into Lance’s mouth at all. Not yet.

  He loved the moans around his prick, soft and low, vibrating his flesh. “Making me feel so good, Lance.”

  Lance took him slowly, inch by inch. A needy moan worked its way up from deep inside Tide. His eyes felt like they were burning, fiery and hot in their sockets.

  “Don’t stop, boy. Just don’t stop.”

  Lance answered with a squeeze to his thighs. That had him sliding his hand along Lance’s shoulder and squeezing it in return. Lance swallowed hard, throat working him, pulling at him.

  “Yes!” Tide couldn’t hold back any longer, his hips beginning to move, to push his cock along Lance’s tongue.

  Lance swallowed against him over and over, trying hard to take him in. Tide tried to hold on, wanting this to last, but Lance’s hard suction was hard to deny. He thought of worms, baseball, leeches. His boy was too eager at the sucking, though, and he wound up wrapping his hands around Lance’s head, holding it in place as he fucked Lance’s mouth. Lance swallowed hard, gulping around the tip of his cock.

  Those gray eyes glanced up at him and that was what did it, what pushed him over the edge. With a shout, still gazing into Lance’s eyes, he came. His pretty boy. He stroked Lance’s cheeks, then his fingers drifted down to touch the bruises on Lance’s neck—his collar. He felt his boy swallow against his fingertips. Groaning, he stroked again, then slowly pulled away, his cock wet with Lance’s saliva.

  He pulled his boy up against him, and Lance’s prick was heavy, hard, wet at the tip for him. Groaning, he gave it a rub, fingers lingering at the base to play with the ring holding Lance in obeisance. It was hot from Lance’s skin. Lance arched, pushed into his touch.

  “Needy boy. You don’t get to come until we get home, though, remember?”

  “Uh-huh.” He didn’t think Lance believed him.

  “Come on, I won’t make you wait any longer than you have to—let’s get dressed.” He began to clothe his boy. Lance shivered, breath coming hard, quick.

  He took a kiss, working to calm Lance, but only slightly. He liked having his boy all hot and bothered for him. And they were taking his car, so it wasn’t like Lance would have to spend time on a bus or in a cab or anything in his state.

  “Finish packing your bag, boy.” He tugged his slacks into place and did up the top button and his zip, watching Lance.

  Lance grabbed a toothbrush, hairbrush, camera equipment. Tide loved the fact that Lance was always so fascinated by things he had to have his camera with him. At the same time, he knew Lance hid behind it. He wondered how Lance would respond to being in front of the lens. It was an interesting question—something to explore.

  Finally his boy was ready and Tide took Lance’s hand, leading him out. Tide couldn’t wait to get Lance home and show him how good pleasure delayed could be.

  Chapter Ten

  LANCE WOKE up in a strange bed, ass stretched and plugged, his fingers wrapped around his cock. He was so hard, his cock leaking like a sieve. He hummed, hand moving without thought, body needing to get off.

  A low growl sounded next to him. “No touching, boy.”

  Maybe he was sleeping. Surely he was sleeping.

  “You heard me.” Tide’s hand wrapped around his, tugging it away from his cock. “I said no touching.”

  “I….” Oh, no fair. “I was sleeping.”

  “Seems to me like you were awake.” Tide drew his hands up over his head.

  “I….” He stretched up, body arching.

  “Mmm. Yes. You.” Bending, Tide took his right nipple between hot lips.

  Oh. Oh, that was good. That worked. The suction was good, but gentle, almost too gentle. His cock was begging for something more, something wilder.

  “You think you’re ready to come today? To be let loose?”

  “God, yes.” He ached. Everywhere.

  “We’ll see.”

  No way. No way it wasn’t just yes.

  “You have to admit, you’ve never wanted anything so badly in your life, have you?” Tide asked.

  “You’re not being very nice!”

  Tide shook his head. “On the contrary, you have my full and undivided attention.”

  “You…. Let me up.”

  “Nope. Not going to happen.”

  “Let me up right now.” Lance was going to jack off and be done with needing.

  “When I’m done.”

  It wasn’t fair that Tide could hold both his wrists in one hand. That casual strength just didn’t let him go, didn’t stop being arousing either.

  Using his free hand, Tide teased Lance’s cock, one finger rubbing around and around his slit. The sting ached so fucking bad, so much, and he loved it. Then Tide grabbed his balls, rolling them before beginning to tug, the pulls steady, drawing him back from the edge. Thank God the silver ring that had held his balls so tightly was gone, but still. He wanted to come, not get backed off.

  “You’re glowing, Lance. I should take a picture of you like this so you can see.”

  He chuckled, shook his head.

  “No? Why not? You’re stunning.”

  “I’m okay. Don’t leave,” Lance begged.

  “Where would I go?” Tide’s fingers tightened around his wrists.

  “To get the camera.”

  “I’m not going to get it this time, but I will be taking your picture at some point.”

  “We should take one together sometime.” He’d like that.

  “We so should.” Tide touched the tips of his nipples.

  “Make me ache.”

  “That’s the point.”

  Lance shook his head. No way. No way.

  “Yes, it is. I want to make you feel good. I want to make you ache. I want to make you beg me for more.”

  “You’re….” Special. Utterly unique.

  “All yours.” Smiling, Tide ended the words with a soft kiss to his lips.

  Oh. Oh, that was…. So fucking sweet. The kiss deepened, Tide’s tongue slipping between his lips. The electricity between them made him dizzy, made him cry out.

  Groaning, Tide rubbed against him, and he could feel that Tide was as hard as he was, was leaking. Lance wanted to touch too, but his hands were bound, trapped. Shifting, Tide moved to lie on him, rocking their bodies together. Lance’s balls burned, aching and heavy between his legs.

  “You feel so good, boy.” Tide kept rocking, sliding them together in the most tantalizing way.

  “Please.” He was losing his mind; he’d never woken up this way. Never.

  “You’re going to wait for my order.”

  “Then say it?” Lance suggested.

  Tide laughed, eyes alight. “Oh, darling, you make me happy.” Then Tide groaned and nodded. “Now. Come now.”


  “Now?” He pushed up, looking for more friction.

  “Right now.” Tide ground down into him.

  Tide’s knee pushed up against his balls and he shot, spunk pushing out of him in a rush.

  “Good boy.” Tide pressed their lips together, tongue pushing into his mouth.

  God, he loved that praise. Loved it.

  “Want to fuck your mouth,” Tide told him.

  “Yes. Yes, okay. Okay.”

  Tide traced his lips, tongue slipping and sliding. Lance followed the touch, chasing with his tongue. Tide grabbed it between his lips and sucked. A low moan tore from him and he pulled at his wrists. Tide held him tight, though.

  Finally, Tide broke the kiss and gave him a long look. “Don’t move.”

  Lance blinked as Tide got up, his mouth opening to protest.

  “I’m just getting the rope,” Tide told him, grabbing some from the closet and coming back before Lance could protest.

  He watched, wide-eyed as Tide slowly wound the surprisingly soft white rope around each of his wrists, and then the headboard.

  “You look incredible.”

  Lance shook his head, tugging at his bonds, but the ropes held fast.

  “You do.” Tide straddled him, and bent to take a kiss. When it was over, Lance reached up, lips reaching for Tide’s again.

  Tide shook his head and began to slide up along Lance’s body, only stopping when he was straddling Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to grab Tide’s legs, hold on, but he couldn’t. The tip of Tide’s cock teased his lips, tracing them, but not dipping in. Lance lifted his head, trying to take more in.

  “You want me, boy? Want to taste me?” Tide slipped the head in between Lance’s lips.

  He pulled hard, sucking the tip and knowing that Tide would feel it. Groaning, Tide cupped his cheek with one hand, thumb stroking the corner of his mouth as the thick cock slid deeper. He opened wider, took more of that fine cock in.

  “Yes, Lance. So good.” Tide began rocking, sliding the thickness along his tongue.

  Lance’s eyes closed and he focused on the sensation of the thrusts, the heady scent that surrounded him.

  “So good, boy.”

  God, that praise bloomed inside him, made him hard as nails. Tide moved faster, drops of precome landing on Lance’s tongue. He swallowed hard, hungry for more.

  “Yeah, so good. So good.” Tide rocked harder, hand cupping his head, holding him there.

  Lance found it easier to lean into Tide’s hand, let him lead. Tide fucked his mouth, hips moving faster the longer it went on, and the low moans coming from Tide said it was good. Lance allowed himself to trust, to relax into the thrusts.

  “Yes!” Tide moved a little faster, the thick cock sliding deep but not lingering, not overwhelming him.

  Lance’s cock was hard and heavy, thick between his thighs. Again. God, he’d just come. Of course he hadn’t been allowed to for like ever before that.

  “Soon,” Tide warned him.

  Lance nodded and swallowed hard, his eyes crossing.

  “Fuck, yes. Lance.” Tide pushed in harder, and come poured down his throat.

  He swallowed over and over, drinking Tide down. His entire body vibrated, the dull ache inside delicious. Tide slowly pulled out, cock dragging along his tongue.

  Lance’s fingers curled into fists, his head dropping back to the bed. Tide lay next to him, tongue sliding on his lips. He wanted a touch to his cock, a caress. Something. Please.

  Tide pressed close, smiling as his cock pressed against Tide’s amazing abs. “You’re needing again. From blowing me. Do you know how happy that makes me?”

  Lance rocked close, rubbing his prick against his lover.

  “Now I have to decide if I’m going to let you come or not.”

  Oh, that wouldn’t be fair. Not fair at all.

  “What do you think, darling?” Tide asked.

  He rubbed a little harder, a little faster. “I think I’ve been good.”

  “You have been. But should your reward be an immediate orgasm, or an orgasm delayed?”

  “What?” Tide kept talking and Lance was so horny.

  “Wasn’t the orgasm you just had amazing?”

  “Uh-huh.” Stunning.

  “So an orgasm delayed is a good thing. It’s worth being denied for a while.”

  Why was Tide still talking and not doing anything to help him come? Lance rubbed a little harder, a little faster, determined to get himself off.

  Growling, Tide pushed him onto his back, removing their contact where he wanted it the most. “No. If you’re going to get off now, it’ll be my decision.”

  No fair. “Tide!”

  “Yes, darling?”

  “Come back?” Lance begged.

  “You don’t want to wait? You don’t want the incredible orgasm that will give you?”

  “I….” Lance groaned. How was he supposed to choose?

  “You see? This is why it’s going to be my choice.”

  “You just keep talking and I don’t know!”

  “I am talking, yes. I’m delaying choosing. And you don’t know, which is why I’ll choose.”

  Oh. Oh, he was frustrated. He gritted his teeth together, grinding them. Tide only chuckled at him, fingertips dancing over his chest, skirting his nipples.

  “I want up. I do. I need a shower.”

  “We can shower together in a bit.” Tide didn’t stop touching him.

  “I’m going to scream,” Lance threatened.

  “Do you need to?”

  “Yes!” God, Lance was all bound up. Not just physically either.

  “Then scream. It can be very helpful.” Tide looked like he was absolutely serious. “Don’t forget that you also have a safeword if you need to use it.”

  “Let me up!” He shouted and arched, fighting the ropes. He was pretty sure he didn’t want to put an end to all this, though, and he didn’t say “aperture.”

  “No, not yet.” Tide flicked his right nipple.

  “No!” He did scream, a short, sharp sound, and it loosened something inside him. His trust had been rewarded—Tide had been right.

  Tide didn’t say anything, simply flicked his other nipple.

  “Mean! You’re being mean!” Lance accused.

  “No, I’m torturing you in the best way.”

  Lance fought, tugging and kicking and letting himself act like a moron. Tide didn’t try to stop him at all, almost encouraged him with occasional flicks and twists of his nipples. By the time his temper tantrum was over, he was sweating, lungs working like a bellows, worn out.

  Tide gave him a kiss then, long and lingering, warm.

  He stared, suddenly embarrassed. “God, I’m sorry.”

  Tide shook his head. “Don’t be. You have a lot of frustration to get out. Maybe some anger, too.”

  “What do I have to be angry about?”

  Tide shrugged. “I don’t know. That doesn’t mean you didn’t have any anger, though.”

  That didn’t make any sense, but he’d been the one throwing a fit.

  “I bet there’s plenty of things that make you angry that you shrug off. Every now and then it’s good to let go and scream and shout and fight, let it out. And this whole setup lets you do that.”

  He found himself nodding and shaking his head at the same time.

  Tide’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Now that you got all that out, I’m going to let you come.”

  “Oh God. Please. Please.” He spread wide. God yes.

  Tide’s hand moved slowly, sliding up and down along his cock, Tide twisting his wrist a little on the upstrokes. Lance’s eyes closed and his toes curled, clenching so tight.

  “Hold on until I say you can come.”

  “Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Please.” Lance would beg as much as he needed to.

  A tug came to his balls, firm and hard, shocking him. “Until I say, boy.”

  “Tide!”

  “Sir,” Tide corrected.

  Lan
ce whimpered softly.

  Tide twisted his hand again. “Say it.”

  “Sir. Not until you say. Please.” He was going to shoot, his arousal spiking fiercely.

  “Good boy.” Tide kissed him, thumb playing with his slit.

  He sobbed once, then gulped in a lungful of air, fighting to wait.

  “Good boy.” Tide said the words again, fiercer this time.

  “Yes. Yes, Sir. I am.”

  “You are.” Tide pressed hard into his slit. “Now you can come.”

  Lance’s hips snapped and he bit his lip, hard enough to burn. His come splashed up over his belly and Tide rubbed it into his skin. The sting to the tip of his cock lingered, and he panted through it. Tide kissed him again, lips lingering.

  “Thank you.” God, so good.

  “That’s it, darling. Last orgasm until tonight.”

  He nodded. He could handle that. He could. He’d gone days before. Though not with someone as sexy as Tide right there.

  Tide’s tongue traced his lips, then slipped between them, tickling against his own. Lance hummed softly, caught in the whole web that Tide was weaving. Tide’s fingers slid along his inner arms, the touches teasing and gentle.

  “Tide. God, love.”

  “Right here.” Tide’s fingers teased at the ropes that held his wrists.

  “Can I get loose? They’re itchy.”

  Tide nodded. “I was thinking of letting you go.”

  “Cool. I sweated on them.”

  “That’s okay, you know.” Tide’s smile was warm, slightly teasing.

  “It just makes things chafe.”

  “Like I said, I was planning on letting you loose anyway.” Tide began to undo the ropes.

  “Thanks.” Had he done something wrong?

  Tide kissed his wrist after undoing his right one, tongue warm and soft.

  “Oh.” That was perfect.

  Tide rubbed his free wrist, then undid the other, again kissing the inside of his freed wrist. He pressed close, needing this—the connection, the utter pleasure.

  “God, you’re so hot, you make me want you like this all the time,” Tide murmured.

  “I don’t know what to tell you.”

  Tide tilted his head. “You don’t need to tell me anything, darling.”

  “Am I…. Am I any good at this? Does everyone feel so nervous?” Lance asked.