Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  It took me approximately four-point-two seconds to get out of the office. I still had to hurry through my shower and dressing to make it to Kyle’s on time. I wanted to pick him up so we could go in the Z, since Kyle liked it so much.

  I did manage to knock at precisely six. The movie was much earlier than either of us had expected—running at nine instead of the midnight it usually did—so we’d had to adjust plans. I didn’t mind, though. It just meant more time with him. And, if all went well, more time after the movie, in bed.

  When he opened the door, I had to stare for a long moment. He wore a button-down shirt in green silk almost the exact color of his eyes. The top two buttons had been left open, showing off my collar. His jeans were snug enough for me to tell his cock was hard, and my own twitched at the thought.

  He looked good enough to eat.

  “Is that… a brown… coat?” he asked, his lips twitching, giving my calf-length duster a slow once-over.

  I grinned. “Well, I do aim to misbehave.”

  He held the straight face for about five more seconds, then burst out laughing. “Oh… my….” He snorted, then started laughing again. “Oh God! Too good.”

  I stepped into the loft, shut the door behind me, and pulled him to me. I caught his lips and kissed him breathless, if his gasping was any indication when I let him go. “I missed you,” I whispered.

  He looked up, those huge green eyes showing everything: that he missed me too, the hope, the want, the heat from the kiss. There was fear in there as well. I was sure it came from wanting that, wanting me but being afraid I’d change my mind. Still, he said what I hoped to hear. “I missed you too. Seems… crazy, doesn’t it? Only been one day? But—”

  I stopped him with my lips. “Who cares? Isn’t it up to us?” I asked when we broke apart.

  He nodded. “Right. It is.”

  “I have a few things for you,” I said, letting him go for the moment.

  “Oh?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “Yes. First.” I shrugged my coat off and pulled the envelope out of my inside pocket, then handed it to him. “I picked these up at lunch today.”

  “Oh! Good!” He grinned, took it, and tore it open. The grin widened, if that were possible, as he ran his eyes over the paper. He cheered, turning it around to show me. Just as I’d expected, a full column of negative under the results heading.

  “Did you doubt it?” I asked, my smile matching his.

  “No, but I like the confirmation.” He turned it around and looked over it again, then gazed up at me through his eyelashes. “I like what it means. If… I mean, if you… if you’re comfortable that I told you the truth about the four months since I was tested last.”

  “I believe you, baby,” I murmured, cupping his face. I kissed him again, then dug into another coat pocket and pulled out the little silver lock I’d bought. I held it up. “Would you like to wear this tonight?”

  He nodded eagerly. “Yes, Master. Please!”

  I couldn’t stop the smile again as I pulled out the key, opened it, and threaded it through the loops in his leather collar. I snapped it closed, then put the key on my key ring. “Okay. Next.” I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out a short box chain in the same silver as his lock. “It’s not much, but I thought you might like to put this on me. Kind of to match.” I shrugged a shoulder, suddenly feeling silly and shy.

  But his smile eased my fears and he held his hand out. “I’d like that, Master.”

  I handed it to him and held my arm out.

  His hands shook slightly as he fixed the clasp, then brushed his fingers over it before bending and kissing it. “Thank you, Master.”

  “Thank you, boy. I’m proud to wear it. So proud to see this on you.” I brushed my fingers over his collar. He leaned in and I caught his lips again, teasing them slowly. When we broke apart, I grinned. “Now. Drop the jeans.”

  “Yes, Master,” he said, breath rough. He stepped back, unbuttoned his jeans, and pushed them down over his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and dripping already. Below his cock, his balls, bound as I’d ordered in the black ribbon, looked red, swollen, and very frustrated. And he was completely smooth, as I’d ordered.

  My dick, already half-hard, filled the rest of the way. “This hungry, boy?” I asked, wrapping my hand around his cock and stroking it slowly.

  He whimpered and nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good. It’s not getting relief until later. Maybe.” He looked up at me as I gripped the base. “How many times have you bitten your lip since Sunday, boy?”

  He frowned. “Four, Master.” He swallowed, and I almost wanted to tell him to forget it at the horrible upset look on his face. But it was for both of our good that I follow through. He had to know I’d Master him, follow through on my rules. I had to show I could.

  “Four. And what other rule did you break?”

  He swallowed again. “I didn’t give you my opinion, Master. I… I asked you instead.”

  “Precisely. That’s five. Hands behind your back. Present the best you can.”

  “Yes, Master.” He hurried to obey, spreading his legs as far as the jeans allowed. His hands went to the small of his back, and I was pleased to see his head lift as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

  I ran my hand over his ass slowly, watching the cheeks jump. “I’ll give you a choice. I was thinking of making this nice and sensitive for dinner and the movie. I’ll let you take swats for that as your punishment—swats you won’t like, they won’t make you fly—but they’ll get you nice and sore. Or… you can wait until Friday before you’re allowed to come.”

  He struggled with the decision. I could see from his expression he was fighting it. I knew he didn’t like orgasm denial for a punishment. I’d seen the results of that Saturday evening. He also knew I would make him as miserable as I could between now and Friday if I did it. I wasn’t a betting man, but I’d also have been willing to bet he didn’t want our first time bare to be without him coming. On the other hand, as much as he liked pain, I could tell he wasn’t too happy about the idea of swats he wouldn’t like either.

  He licked his lips a few times—fighting the urge to bite, no doubt—then took a breath. “The swats, Master. Please.”

  “Good boy,” I said, tapping his ass. “Brace yourself against the bar.”

  He turned and did so, sticking that amazing ass out. I bent over it, pressing my cock into the crevice between his cheeks and leaning to his ear. “I can’t wait to fill this with my naked dick later, leaving my load behind in your ass.” I nipped at his ear and he shivered. “I’ve never gone bare before,” I whispered.

  He gasped. “Never, Master?”

  “Never, Kyle.”

  He glanced up at me. “Me either, Mal. I want to, though, with you.”

  I smiled. “That… does me good to hear.” I kissed him quickly. “Now, your punishment.” I stepped over to my coat and pulled out another thing I’d brought along. “I love this coat. The inside pockets hide so many wonderful things.” I held up my favorite paddle: the rounded one I’d used on him for our scene the week before.

  He whimpered.

  “You’ll count them. How many, boy?”

  “Twenty-five, Master,” he said, voice pure distress.

  I nodded. “What are your safewords?” It was a reminder he could call them more than anything.

  “Cherry and lemon, Master.”

  “Good.” I ran my hand over his asscheeks, squeezing them and bringing the blood to the surface. Then I let the paddle fall. He jumped a little, but I could tell by the look on his face he’d expected harder.

  “One. Thank you, Master.”

  I kept the first ten light. I didn’t want him unable to sit through dinner and the movie, after all. He counted them easily and his ass only turned a dark pink.

  The next five, I gave a tiny bit more force to. But after them, I didn’t hold back nearly as much. I still had to be careful. I knew all too well the kind of damag
e a paddle like that could cause. But I made sure he had trouble counting, and by seventeen, he had tears running down his face and was shouting pretty loudly.

  “Do you need a gag?”

  He shook his head. “No, Master,” he said haltingly. “I… don’t have… neighbors on this floor.” He cleared his throat. “Downstairs can’t hear me.”

  “All right, then. What number was that?”

  “Seventeen, Master.”

  I lifted the paddle and brought it down harder. He shouted, more tears falling. He managed to give the count, though. He danced on nineteen, like he wanted to get away. Twenty, I lightened slightly, giving him a chance to catch his breath. But twenty-one through twenty-five, I didn’t hold back. The counts were garbled but understandable enough, as he sobbed through them.

  I set the paddle down immediately and gathered him into my arms. I kissed his tears, leaving his ass alone for a moment. I’d soothe it, but he needed to feel it for a bit yet. “Proud of you, boy. You did so well,” I crooned, brushing my lips over his cheeks again and again.

  He buried his face in my neck. “I’m sorry, Master,” he sobbed into my skin. “So sorry.”

  “Forgiven now, boy.” I held him tight, noting his dick had even gone soft. The punishment had made its impression. I ran my hand over his asscheeks, and he cried out, rocking into me and away from my hand. “Shhh, now, boy. I’m proud of you,” I said again. “You’ve done wonderfully. My beautiful boy.”

  He trembled for another moment as I rubbed and soothed his ass. Finally, I felt him relax against me.

  “Which one was I most upset about?” I asked him.

  “Not telling you my opinion,” he said right away. “Those were the last five, weren’t they, Master?”

  “Yes.” I pulled back and tilted his chin up to look at me. “If we don’t talk, nothing works between us. That goes for the vanilla side of our relationship as well as our D/s side.”

  He nodded, dropping his gaze to my chest. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “I know, boy. I really am very proud of you. You took those so beautifully.” I held him for another few moments.

  He pulled back and peered at me through his eyelashes. “May I thank you, Sir?” he asked shyly, rocking into me just enough to make sure I knew he was referencing my hard dick.

  “I’d like that, boy,” I rumbled, and he immediately dropped to his knees. A few seconds later, I was thrusting into his mouth. He looked up, and God, that image alone was almost enough to make me come. Those big green eyes, watering from the thrusting, from holding back his gag reflex, his full lips stretched around my dick.

  I threaded my fingers into his hair and held him still. He relaxed his throat, and I pushed my cock into it, groaning at how fucking good and tight it felt. I watched him carefully, watching him struggle for breath, then pulled out, letting him gasp in air before I did it again.

  By the time I came down his throat, his own cock was back to being rock hard. I held him still, letting him struggle for breath for another long moment while my dick softened, and then I pulled out. He was beautiful like that, on his knees, drool on his chin and tears in his eyes, lips red and swollen, all from my cock, his eyes fixed on me. His length jumped, ignored, red, and wet, and mine wanted to revive almost immediately.

  I helped him to his feet, glancing at the clock on the microwave. “We better get moving. But before we go.” I dug into my coat one last time and pulled out an adjustable leather cock ring, a single packet of lube, and a heavy metal butt plug. “Bend over the bar again,” I instructed him. I applied the lube to his ass, stretching him just enough, then pushed the plug home. “How does that feel?”

  His breathing stuttered. “Heavy. Frustrating.”

  “Good. A good boy….”

  “Should be horny all the time,” he said, smiling, and I loved the color on his cheeks. I turned him around, wrapped the leather ring around him, and adjusted it so it didn’t apply any pressure yet. “I’ll give you orders through the evening to tighten this as we go. Okay?”

  “Yes, Master.” He smiled at me as I pulled his jeans up, then hissed when they slid along his ass.

  “Nice and sore?” He nodded, whimpering a little. I tucked his hard cock in and managed to close his jeans. “Look at me, boy.” He looked up, and I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “If it gets to be too much, any of it, you’ll use your safewords.”

  “Yes, Master. It’s… it’s not. Not yet.”

  I smiled, kissed him until he moaned, then pulled back. “Now, I believe we have a date?”

  He grinned. “Yes, yes we do.”

  I SPENT the evening with a perpetual grin on my face and hard cock in my pants. It started when he winced as he got into the car. He spent the trip to the restaurant squirming.

  “Having trouble finding a way to sit?”

  He cleared his throat. “Uh….”

  “Boy?”

  He sighed. “Yes, Master.”

  “Thank you. Good. You should be having trouble sitting. I’d hope that would be enough of a reminder to not avoid my questions.”

  “You’re right, Master.” He paused. “My ass hurts like hell.”

  I burst out laughing. “It’s supposed to.” I focused on driving for a few minutes, following the GPS. Kyle had put in the address, not telling me exactly where we were going yet. I didn’t mind. I had a feeling I’d like whatever he chose.

  “Well, it certainly made a point,” he agreed. “I’m sorry, Master. I’m just… I’m still….” I glanced over to see him licking his lips again. I buried the smirk. He was trying so hard. “I’m still worried. I’m worried I won’t be able to take enough. Or that I’ll fuck up in just the wrong way.”

  I consigned his former Doms and boyfriends to the deepest pits of hell. I also made a mental note again to ask Nash about his former Doms. I thought through my reply carefully. “I could fuck up too,” I said quietly. “That’s part of any relationship. There’s always the fear we’ll fuck up and push the other person away.”

  “I’ve never been in a real one before. I don’t… I don’t really know what to do. My parents are no example. I don’t think they’ve spoken more than five words at a time to each other in… well, since before I was in high school, at least.”

  “Shit,” I said, shaking my head. “My folks are… well, they’re not perfect, of course. But they’ve been together a long time, and as far as I know, they’re happy. They still make time to go on dates.”

  “Really?” He looked over at me.

  When I stopped at a red light, I met his gaze. “Yup. They may have had trouble with my orientation at first, but they love me. And they’ve done nothing but tell me how I should treat ‘whoever I end up with,’ is how they put it.” I chuckled as I took the next turn. “But even Dad still messes up. It happens. It’s going to. It’s not about not messing up, baby. We both will.” I shrugged a shoulder. “One thing I do know is that how much pain I can inflict on you—or not—isn’t going to be a deciding factor in our relationship.” I grinned, letting my sadist out, and Kyle shivered at the look I gave him. “There are plenty of ways to make you miserable, boy.”

  He made a noise in the back of his throat that could have been arousal or fear. I suspected it was a cross between the two. He nodded, though. “I can see that. Thank you, Master.”

  “Of course. Now, I believe we’re here.”

  As I parked, he said, “I hope you like it. It’s the closest thing I could get to anything even remotely applicable to The Lord of the Rings.” He pointed to the Baker Street Pub sign.

  I laughed. “I love it.” I climbed out and went around, opening his door.

  A few moments later, we were being seated, and I suppressed a chuckle when he winced as he sat. “After we get our drinks, I want you to go to the bathroom and tighten your ring one snap.”

  “Yes, Master,” he murmured, looking over the menu.

  I peeked over mine to see his cheeks flushed. I grinned and
focused on the food.

  I’D HAD him tighten it once more before we left the pub. It still wasn’t tight, wouldn’t cut off blood flow or cause any problems. But he was more aware of it now.

  I decided not to do much during the movie. I knew we were both way too interested in what would happen and wanted to be able to pay attention. We got lost in the story, cheering with the rest of the theater at the action and laughing at other parts. A few times, he slapped a hand over his mouth, and I was pretty sure I saw tears in his eyes over at least a few of the scenes. I was man enough to admit I teared up myself. I couldn’t have picked a better partner for a movie like this.

  We sat through the song in the closing credits, letting the movie digest for a few.

  “Wow,” he murmured.

  “Yeah, you can say that again.”

  “Wow.”

  I looked over at him and we both started laughing. “I’m thinking we should see this again before it’s out.”

  “At least a couple of times,” he agreed, grinning.

  “Yes. Hmmm….” I tilted my head. “Got plans this weekend?”

  His grin widened and he shook his head. “Nope. Saturday?”

  “Sounds good to me.” I glanced around, but the theater was emptying and no one seemed to be paying any attention to us. I leaned in and kissed his temple. “Now, how’s that cock of yours doing? And your ass?”

  He shivered. “Hard and sore,” he replied in a murmur.

  “Good.” I grinned, letting it turn wicked. He shivered again. “So… shall we?”

  When we got in the car, I decided it was time to step things up. Before I started the engine, I turned to him. “Open your jeans and push them down.”

  He blinked up at me, then scrambled to obey, wiggling them past his hips and down to his ankles. I savored the pained expression when he landed on his ass again, but I had bigger plans. The smooth leather seat was too easy. When he was finished, he spread his knees as wide as possible in the car and rested his hands on his thighs. I loved that his cock started to fill just from the anticipation.