Just as I predicted, when the electric pulse surges, hitting his prostate, One clenches his cheeks, but before he can make a noise...Slap.
One can’t flex far in his bindings but he tries, screaming, moaning and crying all together. The pressure of holding all that back, not allowing himself to cum like Master ordered, makes me so proud of him. One is always vocal when allowed, but this is so much more. He really likes my new toy.
Shushing and caressing One, I swing again, pushing the trigger and watching his face closely. One loves this, pain mixed with pleasure, but this is the first time with this plug. One is crying and whimpering continuously now. This scene has been so very powerful for both of us, but it’s time to end it now. We can play with this new toy again, later. One is holding on by a thread, and will hate to cum without permission.
Putting down the paddle and trigger, I went back to whisper in One’s ear. “I’m so proud of you. You listened even when it was so hard to, and made Master so happy with you. Master loves you so much. Now, I’m going to take this plug out.” One interrupts with whimpers and a shake of his head. I grab hold of the collar pulling back, while slapping a hard spank with my other hand.
“Did I ask you? Did I tell you that you could decide?” Pulling back harder on the collar, but not completely cutting off his airflow, only just enough to reassert my authority, One whimpers, but lays still, showing his true submission.
“Okay, you made a mistake, but Master is still proud of you. Now…” I release the collar, and stroke One’s hair away from his face, “I’ll take out this plug, but I assure you, we’ll be playing with it again. I know how much you like it.” One whimpers in agreement as I return to his left flank.
Running my hand gently over the welts on his behind, I begin to gently pull out, then push in; just little movements. There’s no way I’ll just pull it out. That would really hurt One. I have to be careful, especially because of the size of the plug. Also, One has been clenching down on it, so I have to be gentle.
After pushing and pulling, slowly increasing the increments, I’m able to finally pull it out, but I don’t want One to close up again. Unconsciously, his hole winks and quivers again as he continues to push and pull the tip of the plug in and out. Standing back behind One, I switch the plug to my left hand. Unbuttoning my black jeans with my right hand and pulling my dick out, I almost moan in relief at how much better that feels, but One will be able to guess what’s coming next if I do.
I don’t fuck One every time we do a scene, it isn’t all about sex for me, or One. My toys are a way to make One fly. Sometimes that’s more than enough. But this time, with the power of this session, I just have to fuck him. Plus, I had the new plug made to my exact dimensions. They casted my dick fully hard, of course, to make it. I don’t need to stretch him like I usually do. We both need this. Grabbing the lube from the counter, I quickly slather some all over my cock while my left hand continues to play with One’s hole, slowly in and out, all the way in or just gently rubbing it around his entrance.
I slowly pull the plug completely away from his hole and One whimpers. I start to rub my cock over his cheeks, from one cheek to the other, over his hole, and then over the other cheek. When I feel One stiffen a little, realizing it’s my cock instead of the plug, I push in. Holding the head of my cock just past his entrance, I grab the collar and pull back slightly.
“Settle” I tell One softly. One immediately goes limp, ecstatic to have his Master’s cock in his ass. “You may not cum, One. Not until I say, and I may decide not to let you.” As expected One groans loudly. He’s been through so much in this scene. He loves and hates it. But One will do as his Master says, he trusts that his Master know what’s best. I release the collar, caressing the welts across One’s ass, pushing in and out slowly. It’s torture for both of us, but I’m going to give in to One’s whimpering. In and out slowly, going deeper every time until I’m fully seated. I moan softly in company with the louder moan of pleasure coming from One.
Pulling out, I place my hand on the back of One’s neck, and slam my hips forward. A painful shout of surprise is quickly smothered by the moan of pleasure. One’s arms are continuously pulling, his jaw clenching and releasing on the bit. Watching him, I continue in that rhythm, teasing us both. I pull out slowly and pound in hard, holding onto One’s neck in a sign of Dominance, without pulling on the collar, not wanting to restrict his breathing too much. One tries to relax and take what Master gives him.
It's a constant struggle for him, wanting to fully submit, wanting it faster, or deeper. That is a large part of the pleasure for me. Seeing the struggle, but also watching the trust and control that One gives me. I don’t abuse that trust like some might. The fact that One knows he can fully trust me, that I’ll never abuse that trust, and the amount of time it’s taken for me to get One to trust me fully, is worth every second.
I need to switch up the tempo. I want to stretch it out, but I also know we’re both so close, it won’t be long for either of us. Pulling back quickly, I start pumping in and out, fast, never going in more than halfway, then slowing down and pulling almost all the way out, watching One’s hole try desperately to pull my dick back in. When I can’t take it any longer, I start pumping all the way in. One’s grunting and groaning gets louder and louder, head down, he’s no longer able to keep it up, he’s trying to keep from cuming, squeezing his eyes shut.
I love the fast pumping into One’s ass, I know I can’t hold back anymore. I reach my hand around One’s neck, sliding down and around to his nipples, I pinch him hard, spanking his flank and shoving my dick into his ass as far as I can, all at the same time.
“Now!” I’m cu ming. I can feel the moment One lets go. His ass clenches down so hard, it’s almost painful. The pleasure hurts so good he can no longer make any noise at all, waiting for that final explosion. Knowing what he needs most, I keep thrusting, slamming into One as hard as I can. One is silent for a moment as I pump. But the moment he starts, he can’t stop, moaning, screeching, grunting and whimpering. All of it rolling through him as his body is racked with tremors. He shakes so hard I have to grab hold of the bench, not wanting to be bucked off even with the waist belt, he clenches and arches his back as much as the restraints will let him, One is flying. I always know I’ve got him there by the way his body shakes.
As One starts to quiet down, I lay on top of him, my cock still inside him, my hands rubbing as much skin as I can reach. I’ll wait until my cock is completely soft and One’s body takes over again, trying to return his hole to a puckered star. It doesn’t take too long for me to go soft and pull out, much to One’s disappointment.
I stand up caressing One’s shoulders and back now, massaging the muscles of his body. He’s been clenching and straining so hard if I don’t massage him he’ll be one massive ball of hurt, and not the good kind.
This is where the aftercare comes in. At first I rub in the lotion that will take most of the pain from his reddened ass, pressing here and there along the welts. Rubbing across his back, shoulders, and arms to his wrists, then on to his calves and up over his sides and chest. I give him direct pressure in the places he craves it when coming down, making sure he has good blood circulation. I slowly reach One’s head and neck and drag my fingers through One’s hair. He doesn’t like having the collar off until last sometimes, depending on which one I use. This is one of the bigger, thicker ones that’ll be more difficult to breathe with. I decide to go ahead and take it off, rubbing and caressing the marks made on his neck. It doesn’t matter that all of my bindings, benches, cross, or collars have padding and satin, One always pulls so hard he has marks for a while.
Reaching down, I release One’s ankles first, rubbing to help the blood circulate through the restrained muscles, slowly rubbing up his thighs, across his brightly glowing ass, and up to the lap belt across his waist. Always the last to go after a longer scene.
Going slowly, but never taking my hands from his body, I massage One’s s
houlders. I lean my hip against him and release his hands so I can help him stand up. I support him as we walk to the couch, I sit down and pull One into my lap, bringing the soft fleece blanket from the top of the couch. One needs my touch, and soft words now. He shakes gently, breathing slow, his eyes still glazed over.
“So good for Master. So very good.” As I comb my fingers through One’s hair, I watch the soft smile on One’s face as his eyes slowly clear. “Master loves you, One.”
“One, loves Master.” His soft and gravelly voice replies. “Thank you, Master.”
CHAPTER 6 DAVID
Roughly an hour later, laying on my bed, I’m thinking of Justin again. I put Charlie to bed after a quick shower and I watch him fall asleep quickly with a small lift to his lips, too tired to even open his eyes as I kiss his forehead. Now I can’t sleep.
Justin seems so very shy, so hurt. Simon is right, of course, he always is. Justin will drop the tough act once he realizes that this might be real, at the moment he’s afraid of what this might mean. His first reaction is fear of trusting anything good. It might be taken away at any moment, and it is better not to trust the good because it hurts more when it’s yanked away.
It’ll be slow going, all of us will need to watch h im. Sooner rather than later though, he’ll break down again like he did in the car. He’ll probably do it many times. Fear, anger, anguish, those feelings were inside him, and would have to be released before he could really heal.
Tomorrow I have so much to worry about. I need to go to the D&C Diner, but I don’t know how Justin will react to being alone. Simon thinks he needs to find his feet. That he needs to be left alone to think. It goes against everything my mind is telling me. I think Justin needs comfort, that he needs to know I’m here for him. I don’t like it, but I’ll do it, because Simon has a tendency to be right.
I need to do the books before the diner flops. Charlie is such a bad accountant it’s better for him not to even try. When I said earlier that he just sticks receipts and orders in a shoebox I hadn’t been kidding. Charlie can make a mean philly cheese steak, but that man has no head for business. That’s why I handle the business side, for the most part. Fortunately, if there is an emergency, Simon can fix it while I’m deployed, otherwise the diner would have gone under many times over. I’m used to coming home to a wreck of an office, that’s nothing unusual. I swear, Charlie just throws paperwork in the office without looking and slams the door, hoping said paperwork lands on the desk. More than a few times I found orders under the desk.
But now, with Justin at home, I don’t want to go in. I know he needs his space right now. I know he needs to find his feet here. I know these things, but I’m almost afraid to leave him. Not that I think he’ll hurt himself, or steal a bunch of stuff and run, I just want to make him better. I want to fix him so he doesn’t hurt anymore. But I don’t have a magic wand to make it all go away, even as much as I wish I did. Justin will have to find his own way out. We’ll help him for sure, but until he’s comfortable, until he trusts us, there’s nothing we can do. Except just wait. And I hate waiting.
Getting up and pulling out my laptop, I know Simon is still up. It’s like the man never sleeps.
I know you're up, what are we going to do? I message him. Leave him alone. Is the message that comes back from Simon. The words don’t comfort me much, but at least I know he’s thinking about Justin as well.
I know you’ll be watching him, but it still makes me upset. He needs us. Yes he does. But he needs to think about this. He’s confused and upset by Charlie’s behavior. It has to be done, he needs to see the comfort and love the two of you share. But it scares him. He doesn’t want to trust it, but he wants it.
The hope I feel, when Simon says this, is overwhelming. I’ve been wrapped up in my head, wrapped up in Charlie. I noticed the look on Justin’s face, but hadn’t thought much of it. It’s comforting that Simon was there, had seen that.
I know you're right. I’m just afraid for him. I know Simon will understand. He’s fixed so many, human and animal alike. Simon is just a special, gentle soul. I have to trust that he knows what he’s talking about. But more than anything I need sleep. I have a long day ahead of me, and I don’t need to worry about Justin. Simon will be here and that’s what I have to count on.
Good nite. I type. Closing the laptop and lying down. If I’m going to be of any use to Charlie tomorrow, I have to get some rest.
************* Justin I’m floating in the clouds of sleep, trying to wake up, the absence of fear and the comfort of a full night's sleep make it difficult. I need to wake up but I don’t want to leave the peace of sleep.
Opening my eyes, I look around. I know where I am. I know what’s going on. I may have slept better than I have in years, but that little bit of fear, the unknown, won’t let me completely shut down my mind. I’m alert enough to defend myself, not knowing where the fear is coming from.
Lo oking around the room, I still feel the fear. No one’s here, but the scared little one hiding in the back of my mind wants to run. I’m scared! What do they want? What can I do? I have nowhere to go. I want to be here, but they can hurt me. I close my eyes, trying to stop the panic attack, breathing in and out slowly. I can do this. I have to do this. Where else can I go?
I need a shower. I have to get clean while I can. Stumbling to the bathroom, I rip the new clothes off, flinging them to the ground. Starting the shower, I climb in. The water runs down my face, covering the tears I won’t admit are falling. Trembling, I sob quietly, knowing I can’t let anyone see me like this. I’ve already collapsed on David once. David opened a flood of anguish I had hidden forever. I can’t do that again. I can’t let down my guard. Memories are swirling through my mind. Dark awful things I can’t let out. Fear, hate and pain. I can’t do this now, so I shove the painful feelings away behind the wall in my mind. I shove them into a small box where I can’t think of them. They can’t touch me now.
Pulling myself together, I scrub my skin mercilessly, not caring if I scrub too hard. I have to get clean. I have to be clean, if only for a moment. Washing my hair twice, feeling the grease and dirt from the street like a stain on my body.
Drying myself, I stand in front of the mirror staring at my chest, unable to look myself in the eye, afraid of what I’ll see. Brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant, I stand there. What to do now? Pulling out new clothes from the closet, I dress quickly. They want me to come out. I have to watch Molly today, have to look after her. How in the world am I supposed to do that. I can barely take care of myself.
Walking slowly towards the door, I know I have to leave this room. I’ll go out there, do as they say, but I have to keep my mind separate. That little boy in my head wants to believe them, wants to feel safe. I have to hide that, I have to put up the shield that has protected me my whole life. I have to put on the mask.
Pulling the chair away from the door, I turn the lock and open it slowly, afraid that someone will be on the other side. When I see no one’s there, I slowly walk into the hall. They’ll be in the kitchen. It’s the only place beside my room that I’ve been. Walking slowly I creep into the kitchen.
************* Simon I’m standing in the kitchen again, at the stove making breakfast. Charlie and David have already left for the diner, so he’ll just have to deal with me being in the kitchen again. Smiling, I see Justin creep into the room and I watch him out of the corner of my eye. The fierce, “You can’t touch me” look is back on his face, but watching his eyes, I can see the swirling emotions inside him. This boy is going to burst soon. He won’t be able to keep that pain away for long.
Looking down at Molly, ever at my side, I slip her a small piece of bacon. “I hope you like eggs and bacon. Charlie and David have already left for the diner.” Without actually looking at Justin, I slide him a plate loaded with eggs, bacon and toast. I know now, that Justin isn’t going to want direct eye contact. The shield is back. Now it’s up to Justin to show us just what he needs.
Sliding another plate, with bits of torn up bacon, over to him, I look at Molly. “He’s got your breakfast, baby girl. You’ll have to get him to give it to you.” Walking Molly around the counter, she sits at Justin's feet. Still not making direct eye contact I pick up a bit of bacon and hold it out to Justin, he looks at the bacon and then at Molly. Making sure his fingers don’t touch mine he gently picks up the bacon and slowly gives it to Molly. I watch as Molly gently licks it from Justin's fingers, the small smile is there and gone too quickly from Justin’s face.
“Justin, t hank you for watching her today. I have work to do at the stable and that’s a bit of a walk for her.” I smile as I watch Justin slowly feed Molly, completely forgetting about his own plate in front of him. Molly watches his fingers with love in her eyes. She has a tender heart and no matter how she’s been treated before, it never broke her. She was hurt, living in a cage barely big enough for her to stand, starving for food, but wanting the love and kindness more.
“Go ahead and eat your breakfast before it gets cold, little man.” I take a chance, just a small one, but he needs to be shown love from the beginning. Nothing major, just letting him know he’s safe, not making eye contact at first, but showing kindness softly. Plus I have a nickname for everyone. Believing that it makes them feel special, animal or human, they all need it! Kindness, love and safety. The things that every creature on earth longs for. Acceptance.
Justin froze, but when I don’t say anything else he slowly relaxes, he picks up his fork with one hand and feeds Molly with the other. They already have a connection. They were one and the same. Maybe not suffering the exact same pain, but mutual suffering makes the strangest friendship.
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