Dreamspinner Press Year Nine Greatest Hits

by Michael Murphy

  He gave a full whimper at that. I knew how frustrated he was already, and my cock strained against the leather at the expression on his face. I cupped his balls. “How are these feeling, boy?”

  “Full, Master. Heavy and swollen,” he said, pure distress in his voice.

  “Good. Good boys….”

  “Should always be horny,” he replied promptly, though he didn’t sound very happy about it in that moment.

  That was fine with me. I was a sadist, after all. And as long as he didn’t call his safeword, I was certainly going to satisfy that part of me when I could. “Exactly, boy. I like you aroused and frustrated. I like knowing these balls are full for me. You like serving me too, don’t you?”

  Kyle nodded several times. “Yes, Master. I love serving you, even if….” He paused and I raised an eyebrow. “Even if I don’t like what I’m doing. I like knowing it pleases you.”

  I kissed his temple. “And it does, boy. Very much. Now, over the couch, ass in the air,” I ordered him.

  He scrambled to obey, and when he was in position, I spread his cheeks, my cock jumping when I saw he had, in fact, obeyed me. He was slicked up, and I could tell he’d stretched himself well. I freed my hard cock, tugged out the packet of lube I’d put in my pocket earlier, then slicked my length up, groaning at how good it felt already.

  His hole flexed as he waited, and I gave him a few more seconds of anticipation before pushing through and burying myself balls-deep in one thrust. He whimpered, and the sound dragged a loud moan from me. “Fuck, boy, I’ve missed this ass,” I muttered. I gave myself just a moment, then reminded him, “No coming, boy,” and started moving.

  I didn’t give him a chance to get too used to me. I fucked him hard, fast, chasing my orgasm with a single-minded determination. I let his sounds of need propel me further, and in almost no time, I felt my balls drawing up. I hadn’t masturbated since the day before, and I knew there’d be plenty of cum to fill his ass. When I let the orgasm take me, I wasn’t disappointed.

  “Fuck!” I shouted, slamming home and holding myself deep inside him as I came. When his muscles flexed around me, it reminded me I was bare. Knowing my spunk was staying there, knowing I really was filling him, not a condom, made me spurt again, sending another minor jolt through me.

  I stayed there for a long moment, loath to leave his wonderful tight body, kissing his back as he nearly vibrated around me in need. Wrapping my arms around him, I ghosted my fingers over his straining cock. “Oh so hard, boy,” I murmured into his ear, thrilling in his sounds. I cupped his balls and squeezed, pulling an almost shout from him. “So needy. You’re gorgeous like this, boy.” After toying with his balls and cock for a little longer, savoring his nearly desperate sounds, I asked, “How does it feel, boy, to have me fucking you, knowing you’re not allowed to come?”

  “Frustrating,” he groaned loudly. “So frustrating. And… arousing,” he confessed.

  I brushed my lips over his neck. “And I like knowing it frustrates and arouses you. Good boy,” I praised, then kissed his back again and eased out of him. “Hold that in there,” I warned him. He whimpered but nodded, and I stopped to appreciate his ass muscles flexing as he obeyed.

  I retrieved the bag I’d dropped earlier and dug into it. The plug I’d bought specifically for him was as thick as me. Though not nearly as long, it was shaped and textured like a veined dick. A thin stem led to a narrow base made to be held in by a strap. Once I got the head past his sphincter, his ass sucked it the rest of the way, accompanied by a moan from him. “How does that feel?”

  “Good. Big,” he said, voice strained.

  “You going to be okay with it in?”

  He nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  “Very good, boy. Stand up.”

  He did and I pulled out the next piece. The black leather straps of the chest harness framed his lean pecs nicely, showing his nipple rings wonderfully. They crisscrossed at a wide, round ring in the center of his chest. The long front strap fell from that ring and ended in a second metal ring. I lined the second ring with a silicone version and fitted it—carefully—over his still-hard cock and tight balls. He moaned as I settled it, and I grinned.

  Another strap went from the cock ring between his asscheeks, threading through the slots in the base of the plug, then stretching up to a ring on his back to match the one on his chest. Once it was in place, I adjusted it so the straps held the plug firmly in place, where he couldn’t push it out if he wanted to, and I had him stand. “Feel okay?”

  “Yes, Master,” he said, looking down at himself. He looked dubious and I chuckled.

  “Don’t worry, there’s more. You’re not going out like that.” I couldn’t resist the laugh at the relief on his face.

  “Sorry, Master,” he mumbled, cheeks reddening.

  I kissed each one. “No need.”

  Next came the jock strap. This earned another frown, but he didn’t say anything as I worked his cock and balls through the hole in the front and helped him settle the black leather straps in place. I kept him guessing on the open hole as I pulled out the chaps.

  His eyes widened. “Those are gorgeous!” He reached a hand out and petted the butter-soft black leather.

  I grinned. “They’ll look even better on you.”

  It took a bit to get them in place and adjusted. “Your ass is amazing framed by leather,” I murmured, running a hand over it. “I’m going to have to redden this before we go. It’d be a shame not to.”

  “Wouldn’t want to waste the opportunity,” he said, eyes twinkling.

  I laughed. “Oh, I’m going to have to use the paddle, I think, for that.”

  He blushed but his lips twitched, and I knew he was looking forward to it.

  “Final piece of this,” I said, pulling out the pouch that went with his jock. It was made of an open weave of leather strips and snapped in place over the front straps and between his legs, snugly holding him. His dick and balls were still very obvious behind the mesh, looking altogether delicious and exposed.

  I stepped back, looking him over. “You are gorgeous, boy. You ought to see yourself. Upstairs to the mirror.”

  He headed for the steps and I followed, eyeing his ass as we went. The red plug showed nicely, making it obvious what it was and spreading his cheeks just enough to make me want to completely forget our plans, paddle his ass until it was bright red, then spend the rest of the night fucking him into the mattress.

  I shook my head at myself when we reached the loft and crossed to the long mirror on his closet.

  His eyes got huge as he inspected his reflection. “Wow.”

  “You can say that again,” I rumbled, running my hand down over his chest. I cupped his package, squeezing slightly. “This stays hard tonight, as much as possible. I like seeing it like this.”

  He swallowed, but said, “Yes, Master.” He stared for another moment. “It… almost doesn’t look like me.”

  I blinked at him. “What do you mean by that?”

  He shrugged a shoulder. “I just…. It’s…. Never mind.”

  “No, tell me,” I said, turning him.

  He shook his head, refusing to look at me. “Really, it’s okay.”

  I frowned. “Do I need to make a new rule, boy?”

  His color faded a little. “W-Why?”

  I studied his face for a long moment. “Remember how I said nothing works between us if we don’t talk? That goes for answering questions, telling me when something’s wrong.”

  He bit his lip and I ran my thumb over it. “Shit,” he mumbled.

  “Okay, first, you broke the lip-biting rule. That’s five. Have you bitten your lip otherwise since Wednesday?”

  “Once,” he said, still not meeting my eyes.

  “All right, that’s ten. Next, I’m going to put a new rule in place. If I ask you a question, you answer it unless you have a really good reason not to. And I will determine if the reason you give me is good or not. Communication, boy.”


  He frowned but nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  “Now. Do you want to tell me why you said it almost doesn’t look like you?” He hesitated for so long, I growled, “Boy….”

  “I—I—I don’t look that good!” he blurted, cheeks turning bright red. “I’m not hot, not… not, I….” He shook his head.

  “Says who?” I demanded.

  “Everyone!” he said, turning to his reflection again. The look on his face tore at my heart. He looked close to tears.

  I had no idea what he was seeing, but all I saw was my beautiful boy. When I said as much, he met my gaze in the mirror.

  “But….” He looked back at himself and shook his head. “I’m not beautiful, Master,” he whispered.

  “I say you are. Rule number four: no putting yourself down.”

  His eyes widened and he stared at me. “Master?”

  “Yes, boy. Our words have impact. What we say to ourselves is as important as what others say. I said something like this before, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, Master.” The misery on his face made me want to punch his parents and everyone else who let this beautiful boy think he was anything but.

  “Good. Repeat your rules to me.”

  “One: I must give you my opinion if I have one and tell you I don’t when I don’t, but only if I really don’t have one. Two: no biting my lip.” Here he gave a small smile, and I returned it, nodding. “Three: I must answer any questions unless there’s a really good reason, which you will decide. And four: I must not talk down about myself.”

  “Very good, boy.” I pulled him against me, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “You’re welcome. Now. I think downstairs, over the bar for your punishment.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  A SHORT time later, he was wincing as he settled into my car. I’d managed to make all ten swats give a good, lasting impression. And a nice red ass.

  The ride from his loft to the Asylum didn’t take all that long, for which I was grateful. Kyle was quiet, and I was betting he was trying to absorb what had happened at his loft. I still didn’t quite get how someone as gorgeous as he was could think so poorly of his looks, but I guessed anyone as ignored and rejected as Kyle was, was bound to have self-esteem issues.

  Once we got inside the club, he pulled off the long T-shirt he’d worn to cover his ass and chest and tucked it into my bag. I reached into his jock and stroked his cock until he was gasping and it was as hard as it’d been earlier, then resettled the leather to show it to best advantage. I loved that it bulged quite a bit, and patted it before stepping back.

  “Turn around,” I ordered and he did so. He had two lovely handprints, one on each cheek, and the impression of the paddle in three separate places when I’d given him the harder hits. The rest of his ass was a nice, bright red. I ran my hand over it, making him groan and rock unintentionally. “Beautiful, boy. Behind me.”

  Sammy sat on a love seat in the corner, Cam at her feet. I turned to the rest of the room to see who might be there. A few Doms I didn’t know were there, as well as a few I did but hadn’t seen much since I left the scene after Blake’s death. I saw Nash in another corner talking to an almost waifish girl with long dark hair, pale skin, and wearing a plain black collar. When I raised my eyebrows at him, he just grinned unrepentantly and turned his attention back to her. I shook my head, then waved at Dean and Scott and their boys, Casey and Christian, before leading Kyle to the sofa next to Sammy.

  The alternative lifestyles group had set up a nice spread of food on the counters. There were platters with different meats, a couple of veggie trays, two with cheese cubes, and a few other things. At the end of the counter stood a tub full of cans of Pepsi and other drinks.

  “Set the bag at the end next to Mistress Sammy, boy, then get me a Pepsi and pick one for yourself.”

  “Yes, Master,” he said, hurrying to do as I’d asked.

  “It’s about time you two showed,” Sammy said, smirking at me.

  I rolled my eyes. “We’re hardly late.”

  “Too busy fucking… Sir?” Cam asked, tacking the honorific on at the last second.

  “Oh, boy, are you bucking for more time in your cage?”

  Cam looked slightly panicked. “No, Sir,” he said, ducking his head, but I saw the grin.

  “You know, Sammy, you might need to deny him for longer. He’s way too much of a smartass.”

  She grinned, nudging his crotch with the toe of her high-heeled boot. “What do you think, boy? Want to spend more time locked up?”

  “Uh…. No, Mistress.”

  I snorted. “That sounded honest. I think he likes fucking you with a bigger dick than he’s got in that cage.”

  Cam blushed.

  Sammy laughed. “Oh, it is fun to watch him be so frustrated. There he is, thrusting away, getting all the movement and none of the pleasure. Isn’t that right, boy?”

  Cam’s cheeks got redder.

  “I read about a new thing I might just try with him. Get him all hard, then numb it up good with numbing cream. He can fuck for hours and get nowhere.” She nearly cackled, while Cam looked truly panicked.

  “Good grief, woman, I’m glad I’m a gay Dom,” I said, shaking my head.

  She laughed harder.

  Kyle came back then with the drink I’d requested. He paused after he handed it to me, then leaned in. “Are you hungry, Sir?”

  I smiled up at him, pleased with his initiative, and patted his ass, grinning at the wince. “I’d certainly appreciate a plate, thank you. Be sure to fix one for yourself too.”

  “Yes, Master, I will,” he said and hurried back to the counters.

  I watched him go, admiring the red ass again, the way it filled out the chaps. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of just looking at him.

  “Well, I think you’ve made someone happy,” Nash said, approaching us. The girl he’d been talking to stood behind him with her head bowed.

  “Thank you. I hope so,” I said, nodding. “He’s certainly made me happy. Thanks for talking him into that auction.”

  “I’m just glad you’re the one that won him. Some of these other guys’d eat him for breakfast.”

  I frowned, glancing over. “Some of them already have.” I shook my head. “Did you finally find a girl to put up with you?”

  Nash laughed and turned. “Pet, come here.” The girl stepped up next to him. “This is Master Mal, Mistress Sammy, and her boy, Cam.”

  “Nice to meet you,” she said, smiling. She had twinkling dark eyes to match the hair and round cheeks to complete the faerie image.

  Just as I opened my mouth to say something, one of the dungeon monitors approached Nash and whispered into his ear. “This is what I get for helping run this place. Excuse us,” he said, touching his pet’s shoulder, and the two of them stepped away.

  I glanced over at the counters to see Kyle waiting for his turn, and looked back at Sammy and Cam, but they had their heads together. I gave them their privacy for a moment and thought about going to say hi to a few of the guys I’d known before I left. Before I could get up, though, a conversation to my right caught my attention.

  “….Can’t believe he’d show up like that,” one guy said. I didn’t know who the voice belonged to, and looking around didn’t clue me in, except I thought it came from a group of guys with their backs to me. The Doms I didn’t know.

  “I’d bet he did that to his ass himself,” another guy said.

  “Handprints and all?” the first guy said.

  Are they talking about Kyle?

  “Why not? Plenty of hand-shaped paddles out there.”

  “Possible. And that collar. I wonder what dollar store he bought it at.”

  “Yeah, ’cause ain’t no one gonna collar him.”

  “Not a spoiled l’il rich pretty boy like him.” I could hear the sneer on his face all too clearly.

  My blood was approaching the boiling p
oint fast. I had no doubt they were talking about my boy. I took a few deep breaths and glanced at Cam, who was looking at me. By the look on his face, I knew he’d heard. Cam raised his eyebrows, and I gave a slight nod to confirm the silent question.

  Cam’s eyes darted to the group of guys next to me, then back to me. I considered what to do, but if I got up and went to Kyle, that’d probably just upset him and tip him off to something being wrong. If I stayed, they might just shut up, and Kyle wouldn’t know. I decided to stay put and do my damnedest not to let the dickweasels get to me.

  I wasn’t going to avoid listening, though. I wanted to know everything I could before I eviscerated them.

  “You ever play with him?” the first guy asked.

  A new voice answered. “Once. Couldn’t take a damned thing. Started whining after a few hits.”

  I was well familiar with Kyle’s sounds when I took the paddle—or flogger or cane—to him. They got me diamond hard every time.

  One of the other guys snorted. “Didn’t react worth a damn for me. Acted more like a dead fish than a sub.”

  I couldn’t fathom what these asswipes were talking about. Kyle’s reactions were as beautiful as he was. I’d never had a sub go into subspace the way Kyle did for me. Not even Cam, who did, but it wasn’t nearly the same.

  “Had to tell him to do everything,” the first guy said. I saw him shake his head. “Couldn’t figure out a damned thing.”

  I wondered what that was about. How was Kyle supposed to know what to do if we didn’t tell him?

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. Even had to tell him to open my pants.”

  Duh, dipshit, I thought, shaking my head. He’s a submissive, you fucktards. Of course he’s not going to do it without orders.

  Kyle was crossing the room at this point, and I prayed the douche nozzles next to me shut their mouths. But I couldn’t get that lucky.

  “Here he comes. Maybe we ought to show him what it feels like when someone spanks him instead of himself?” Their words were somewhat quieter, but still way too easily heard.