Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  I considered the options, then picked up the paddle. The foot and a half of solid wood was rounded on the end and slightly on the sides so it curved outward instead of being flat. I lined up, pulled back, and brought it down right in the middle of the fat of his ass, where I’d just been spanking with my hand.

  “Ah!” Wide eyes and a jump in his bindings accompanied the shout. He struggled for a moment, face reddening, and I let him assimilate the hit. When he breathed again, I gave him another swat, below the last, pulling another shout and jump from him.

  He panted hard and I rubbed both cheeks, working the pain deeper into his muscles and easing it a bit. Then I set the paddle down. I picked up the crop and tapped it lightly on the insides of his thighs. His legs were spread at a lovely angle, giving me access to both his inner thighs as well as his cock and sac. I fondled his balls with one hand while I kept up the lightest of taps with the crop, down to the inside of his knees, then back up, almost to his balls again.

  When he melted into the bench, I lifted the crop and gave him a much harder hit, right on the sensitive inner thigh I’d been teasing. He grunted and his legs twitched, but the bindings held him fast. I left a series of these harder hits along his left leg, then his right. I reached under, stroking his cock a few times to make sure it was as hard as I could make it, then tapped his balls with the crop too.

  This brought a louder moan from him, and in response, I smacked them harder. He jumped, but his slight movements made me think he was trying to push into the hits, not away. When I looked up at his face in the mirror, he wasn’t flying—yet—but I could tell he was starting down that road.

  I went after his balls again, increasing the strength of the hits until he shouted and jumped at each one. Letting his balls fall, I put the crop back and unhooked the flogger on my belt. I ran my hand over his back and ass, then raised the flogger and brought it down over his back.

  I let myself fall into a rhythm with it, moving around for different angles. I spent time focusing on his sore ass and legs, then up over his back again. I kept an eagle eye on his face, watching him closely, hoping I’d be able to see when he flew, if he did.

  By this point my cock was so hard, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go. I wanted him to fly badly, but I also had my own limits. And I didn’t want to risk actually harming him because I didn’t know him well enough to know how much he could really take. He didn’t look like he was close to safewording, but I wasn’t 100 percent sure he would when he needed to. He seemed to know the importance of safety, but I was well aware that some subs fought against using one, feeling like it was a failure to do so.

  Moaning almost constantly now, he shifted in his bindings. I ran a hand over the pretty marks on his back, then down over his hot ass. His sounds got a bit louder, and when I looked in the mirror, he looked a little fuzzier but still not gone.

  I dropped the flogger onto the table and picked up my favorite cane. I swung it once to get a feel for it again, then lined it up to the crease between his ass and his legs. When it came down, I held it there a brief second, then let go, savoring the line it made on his skin. He moaned loudly, and I added another stripe above the last. I loved how he writhed on the bench as much as he could in his bindings. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, hit harder, laying an impressive series of stripes over his ass and thighs, down to his knees, then back up to the top of his ass. Each one pulled a louder moan than the one before.

  Then I saw it. His face took on an almost dreamy quality, and I knew he was flying. That never ceased to make me feel fucking incredible, to know I’d done that for him.

  I gave him two more hits, then tossed the cane aside and snatched up condoms and lube. I stepped up behind him, thrilling in the heat I felt coming off his thighs and ass.

  I rolled a condom onto myself first, then put one on him before opening the lube. I drizzled some down his crack and rubbed it over his hole before pushing a finger in. Even relaxed, he was tight, and I briefly wondered if I would hurt him by fucking him. I shoved the fear back and focused on stretching him as much as I could. He continued to moan as I did it, getting even louder. I stopped to grab two more things out of my bag, set them on the table, then went back to opening him up.

  Finally, I knew I couldn’t do any more. I’d just have to be careful. His sounds were approaching shouts. I grabbed the two things I’d taken out and leaned over him again. I pushed a small red ball with a bell inside into his left hand.

  “Drop that if you need to stop me.” When he nodded, I took the ball gag and pushed it between his teeth. I buckled it in place loosely, then grabbed a fistful of hair and used it to hold his head up, tilting my head at the mirror. “Watch us, boy. Watch as your Master fucks your ass hard.”

  He moaned again, and I slicked my cock one-handed and lined up, steadying it with my free hand. I pushed slowly against his hole, his sphincter still resisting despite him being relaxed and stretched. I took a breath and kept the steady pressure going.

  “Breathe, boy,” I murmured to him, and I felt him push against me, finally accepting my cock. The head popped in, and I was able to breathe a little easier.

  I took my time filling my boy, and I thought again how much I wanted him for more than a single play session. I didn’t know if he’d want me, but I hoped. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have nothing but our skin touching, nothing between my cock and his ass. What it would be like to be able to leave my cum behind in him, claim him from the inside out.

  Eventually I bottomed out, my balls resting against him. “You feel so fucking good, boy,” I told him, and his muscles squeezed me in response. “You like that, boy? Like having your Master’s cock filling you up?”

  He whimpered and gave an aborted nod since I was still holding his hair.

  I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in hard, earning a louder groan from him. “Gonna pound this ass, boy. Fuck you until you can’t see.”

  Then I followed through on that promise. I eased out and thrust in again, repeating it a few more times, thrilling when his ass gripped my cock as I did. But I couldn’t maintain that pace; my cock was too hard and I was too far gone. I started moving steadily, thrusting faster, lost to everything but the beautiful boy under me. The only thing I saw was the red face, hazy eyes, tears-stained cheeks, and gorgeous mouth stretched around the ball gag.

  His sounds turned to almost pathetic whines, and I pulled the gag free from his mouth. “What do you want, boy?”

  “Need to come, Master,” he moaned.

  “Mmm, not yet, boy.” I shifted as I thrust until I got a near shout from him and knew I’d found his prostate. I reached around and under him, though it was a bit awkward around the bench. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked it a few times until he whined deep in his throat. “You ready, boy?” I asked, near the end of my control. My balls were drawing up, the tingle heralding my orgasm already starting at the base of my spine.

  “Yes, Master,” he groaned. “Please, Master, please let me come.”

  He was so gone, my beautiful boy, and the look on his face was enough. I scrabbled to hold on to the last vestiges of my control so I could enjoy his orgasm. “Then come, boy.”

  He shouted, much louder than he probably should have, but I couldn’t care. His body shook in the bindings, his ass clenched down on my cock, and his dick jumped as he filled the condom. He was gorgeous in orgasm.

  I held on as long as I could, determined to savor as much of him as possible, but when he flexed his muscles one more time, it was over. I gritted my teeth hard and crashed over the edge. The orgasm hit me like nothing I’d felt in years, maybe ever. The climax was so hard, my vision faded briefly. My balls ached as I emptied white heat into my boy, the pleasure exploding out and snaking up my spine.

  When it was over, I slumped forward, unable to move for the moment. I kissed his back a few times as I struggled to chase oxygen. He was still moaning, and it was enough to get me moving. I needed to take ca
re of him.

  I eased out and quickly disposed of both condoms before unbuckling his feet. Cam surprised me by taking care of Kyle’s arms, but I was grateful and he was free. I eased him off the bench and into my arms, then made my way around to the sofa. I cradled him, settling him on my lap as I sat. I removed the cock and ball rings and tossed them aside. Cam brought my blanket and a bottle of water over before kneeling next to Sammy again.

  I focused on Kyle, covering him with the blanket and holding him close. My heart melted a little more when he burrowed into my arms. “You did so well, boy,” I murmured, kissing his forehead and running my hands lightly over his arm. “You’ve pleased me so much. So beautiful.”

  I don’t know how long we stayed there as I soothed him. I didn’t care. This might have been one of the most amazing scenes of my life, and I was determined to file away every tiny bit of it. I kissed him again, hoping against hope I’d have many more.

  Chapter 4

  Kyle

  I CAME back to myself slowly, with sounds filtering in before anything else. I heard Master’s voice first, whispering what I thought was “beautiful” and “pleased.” I wasn’t sure that could be right, but I was still floating enough to simply accept it.

  The touches registered next: a hand sliding up and down my arm, lips on my forehead, cheeks, and nose, my sore ass on hard thighs, a blanket over me. The ring and cuff were gone from my cock and balls. My asshole felt wonderfully stretched and well-used, and my balls were sore from the hits earlier. Master’s hands and lips were on me, and I finally opened my eyes to add vision to my senses.

  Master was smiling that amazing smile down at me. “Welcome back, sweet boy.”

  My own smile spread. “Thank you, Master,” I whispered, then reached up and touched my neck, relieved to feel the collar still there. I was being silly, I knew that, but I wasn’t nearly ready to let go of it yet.

  “I haven’t taken it off, boy. Not until you want to.”

  I didn’t think he’d want to hear when I wanted that to be, but I just nodded and swallowed. My throat was sore from the face fucking and shouting. Before I could ask for anything, though, Master produced a bottle of water for me. I drank slowly, knowing better than to rush.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, kissing my temple.

  I blushed. “Amazing, Master. Sore in all the right ways.” I smiled shyly up at him, not meeting his gaze.

  “That makes two of us,” he murmured, kissing my forehead again. “Well, I’m not sore.” He smirked and I chuckled.

  “I’m glad I am.” I knew my face was red, but I couldn’t care. “I’ll be able to feel this for at least a few days.”

  “Good. I hope you’ll think of me when you sit.”

  I sucked in a breath. He couldn’t mean that the way I hoped. “I’m sure I will.”

  He gifted me with that smile again. “Glad to hear it.”

  “You’re way too pretty with that smile,” I said before my brain could catch up to my mouth.

  He raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty?”

  My face heated horribly. “Uh… sorry, Master, I didn’t mean it like that. Just that—”

  He cut me off with a kiss. Long, slow, and so thorough my cock wanted to perk up in response. I willed it down, knowing nothing more would happen with this wonderful man tonight and not wanting to spoil it by having to jack off. By the time he broke the kiss, my breathing was ragged.

  I didn’t know what to say, and afraid I’d put my foot in my mouth again, kept my silence. I took another sip of water and savored being in his arms. Resting my head on his chest, it was obvious he was as content as me to let the silence sit.

  A shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see Master Nash standing over us. I opened my mouth to speak, but my Master beat me to it.

  “Nash,” he said, nodding.

  “Hello, Mal. Someone said you’d won him, but I didn’t believe it. Thought you were out of the scene.”

  I blinked up at my Master in surprise. He tightened his arms briefly.

  “I was. But apparently I’m back now. You can blame them for bringing me back,” he said, tilting his head toward Mistress Sammy and Cam, who grinned. “And this one—” He pointed at me. “—for me wanting to stay.”

  I caught my breath at that. He’d been out? And I am the reason he wants to stay? I couldn’t begin to figure out how to accept that. Maybe it just meant he liked what we did in general, and I didn’t make for a bad scene, so he felt he could come back. That made more sense to me than anything else.

  “Were you my boy’s trainer?”

  Then again, he kept saying “my boy.”

  “Yup, I was.”

  “Well, you did a damn fine job, Nash. He’s a beautiful boy.”

  “That he is,” Master Nash agreed, winking at me. I blushed brightly and buried my face in my Master’s neck. “He’s a bit shy, that one, but he was an eager student. If I’d been even slightly bi, I’d have kept him for myself.”

  I peeked up at Master Nash and blinked.

  He grinned. “Yup, boy. But he’s much better for you. For one thing, he prefers cock to pussy. And for another, Master Mal’s a good Dom and a good man. You couldn’t hardly do better.”

  That was high praise from Master Nash. He knew most of the Doms who frequented the club, and I’d heard his opinion on some of them more than once. A lot of it had been less than flattering, so to hear him praise Master Mal eased any minor concerns I might have had.

  Of course, I didn’t really have any. He’d won the submissive in me with only a few words, and that had only been reinforced through our scene and aftercare.

  “Thank you, Master Nash,” I said belatedly. Master Mal hadn’t said I could speak freely specifically. I glanced up at my Master, and he kissed my forehead as if he knew what my hesitance was about and was telling me it was okay.

  “He can be a bit of a dork, but he’s a good guy,” Master Nash said.

  My Master replied by flipping him off, making him laugh, and I couldn’t stop my grin.

  “You can see he’s fine. Now bug off and let me enjoy my boy for a little while yet.”

  Master Nash gave me a wink I didn’t quite understand and nodded at my Master. “Sammy, Cam. Nice to see you,” he said as he turned. They waved as he walked away.

  I burrowed into Master’s arms again, burying my face in his neck. He smelled of sweat, something foresty, and male.

  “Like what you smell, boy?” he asked softly.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Master buried his nose in my hair and inhaled, sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to ask if he liked what he smelled, but now that my head was clearing, I was a little afraid. What if this was all we had? If he didn’t want to even play with me again, like the rest of the Doms I’d played with?

  My heart started pounding as I thought about walking away from him tonight and never seeing him again, never feeling his kiss or his flogger, never hearing that commanding voice. I wanted him in that moment, for more than a play session or a night, even without knowing anything else about him. I wanted him more than I’d wanted anything else before in my life. Something about him felt so good, so right, and my throat closed, keeping the questions inside.

  “You smell wonderful, boy,” he whispered into my hair, and my heart slowed just a bit.

  I’d been warned more than once that the Doms here played for a night, maybe a second or third, but never more than that. Master Nash made sure I understood most of the unattached Doms had no interest in a long-term boy. Not that there were many gay Doms to begin with. I’d played with some already, had a night here and there when Master Nash hadn’t been available. None of them had sent me into subspace. And none of them had wanted to see me more than once.

  And despite the things Master Mal had said, I had no illusions that he meant them and wanted me for more than this.

  But… he had spent a thousand dollars to play with me. Of course, it’d really been a donation to charity and
quite clearly for one scene. But maybe, even if it was just so he felt he got his money’s worth, he’d play again.

  It was better than nothing.

  I tried to push the worries away. I had at least a few more minutes with him, and I wanted to take everything of him I could. I took another deep breath, trying to burn his scent into my brain. I savored the light fur under my face, the strength holding me tight.

  I didn’t believe in love at first sight. But I most definitely fell in lust at first sight with Master. And I was pretty sure it wouldn’t take much for me to lose my heart to him.

  I’d never been in love before. I’d had crushes, plenty of them, mostly on my straight friends and a professor or two in college. But none of the guys I’d been with since I started truly exploring my sexuality had even been a real ping on my heart.

  I hadn’t even felt anything like this with the other Doms I’d played with. Even the ones who’d gotten me close to subspace hadn’t made me feel like I could crawl inside them and stay there forever.

  And I wanted to do that with Master Mal, so much. It scared me more than a little.

  I still had so much to lose if my orientation made it back to my family. I hadn’t been out of college a full year, had barely three months at my job. I’d had no chance to build up any kind of savings, much less enough to find a place to live and replace my car.

  Then there was the fact that I’d lose my family. They weren’t perfect, not by a long shot. Mother and Father had plenty of problems, not the least of which was their conservative faith. If they found out not only that I liked dick but that I preferred the man attached to that dick to beat me regularly, they’d probably both have a heart attack. And they were all the family I had. If they found out and disowned me… well, I’d be completely alone, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

  All at the same time, I imagined walking away from this man, never seeing him again or playing with him again, and my breath hitched and heart thudded. I wasn’t sure if it would be better or worse to be able to play now and again and still go home at the end of the night alone.