Just Here for the Pain

by K. A. Merikan

  Breathing in the warm, somewhat stuffy air, he kept watching Sid, who had never before been so pliant, so…obedient. It was as if Sid was resigned to his fate—like a helpless slave to Asher’s lust. Without much thought, Asher opened a metal case where he kept the toys he already owned. Buck left it here for him, as per his request.

  Asher picked up a set of four leather cuffs. This, he was very familiar with, unlike with the heavier impact play and humiliation, which Sid enjoyed. He’d done some very low-key bondage with casual lovers, and this was the stuff he’d used back then alongside bondage tape, as it was much gentler on the skin than metal handcuffs. The leatherwork was beautiful, very soft, with a bit of padding on the inside. Just what he wanted for Sid—movement restriction without hurting him.

  Not only did Sid take off every single piece of clothing without a word, but he then held his hands out palms up like a good slave. His dick bobbed when it was free of the confining underwear, already filling and slightly curved to point toward Sid’s stomach. Maybe he would be willing to get it pierced. They could definitely play around with a ring down there. Asher had seen many videos involving genital jewelry, and while he’d spent most of his life wondering where all the pierced guys were in real life, he did find the sight of metal pulling through such delicate flesh appealing. No, more than that. Super hot. Yet another opportunity to control someone. If Sid had a Prince Albert, Asher could loop a chain through it and attach it to the septum ring in Sid’s nose, forcing him into impossible positions.

  His thoughts burned at the edges as he closed the cuffs first on Sid’s wrists, then on his legs. “My home’s not a charity. You gotta work for your keep,” he announced in a low voice, instinctively touching Sid’s neck, only to find it bare. He had a feeling a collar would belong there in the future, but this wasn’t the time yet.

  Sid should earn it.

  Their eyes locked, and Asher’s heart raced with excitement even though he stood still, gently squeezing the slim neck.

  “What would you like me to do?”

  Such an unexpectedly pliant question. Had Sid finally given up the fight?

  Air trembled in Asher’s throat, and he squeezed the wiry neck harder, leaning in aggressively, as if Sid’s submission called to the wolf inside of him. “Bend over the bench for now, and I’ll see if I find any use for you.”

  He loved everything about the submissive curl to Sid’s shoulders when he stepped away to follow the order, showing off his back tattoos in the process. Asher thought back to all those times when Sid wouldn’t even talk to him, wouldn’t spare one stupid kiss, and there he was now, undressing on Asher’s command.

  He was here. Not only visiting but staying in Asher’s space. And all that change happened within the span of just a couple of weeks.

  When Sid was close enough to the wooden bench, Asher pushed at his back, adding a bit of force to the play, and he smirked when Sid exhaled with excitement, briefly stiffening his shoulders. Discovering the things that made Sid tick was one of the most rewarding things about the process. Words and touch could be cruel in their games, but Asher offered them out of love, nourishing Sid with the kind of treatment he needed to sleep at night, the kind of treatment that would ultimately make him stay.

  “You’re too slow, slut,” Asher hissed and smacked Sid’s ass with his hand, luxuriating in the way the pale flesh stirred in reaction.

  The tremble from the impact went up Sid’s body, and he lowered his head, placing his hands on the bench. He didn’t apologize, didn’t complain, but let out a growl that sounded far from obedient. Asher needed to snuff out even that bit of pushback.

  “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

  “Nothing. I did as told.”

  Asher took a deep breath, swiping his fingertips over the red mark left behind by the smack. Completely naked, Sid was devoid of the armor or black clothes, studs, and leather, with only flesh and pride left to strip. Asher would pick at it bit by bit, until his lover was left powerless. Each restraint Asher put on him brought Sid closer to the quivering mess at Asher’s feet. Not out of cruelty, but because he wanted Sid bare, raw and honest. He wanted him at his mercy and begging for attention.

  Never taking his gaze off the slender body, bent over for his pleasure, Asher approached a collection of gags and chose one he personally ordered—a bit with straps going across the face. When he’d tried something like this while preparing to take on Sid’s kinky side, it had caused him to drool excessively, and that was how he wanted to see Sid—salivating like an animal and unable to help it.

  “Are you sure that’s all it was?”

  "I can only move so fast," Sid complained, and Asher couldn't wait to put a stop to the whining. Especially that it was lies. Sid could do much better than that.

  Asher grabbed Sid by the hair and raised his face. “Shut up and open your mouth. I’ll show you what happens when slaves talk back to me.”

  Sid’s hitching breath made Asher’s dick stiffen, and the obedience had excitement flooding his veins. They’d experimented with various scenarios so far, but this kind of compliance was new. And sexy as hell.

  Sid whimpered. His mouth remained open, lips soft, like the perfect hole waiting for Asher’s dick. All in good time.

  The bit went in, and Asher strapped it to Sid’s head, making sure it wouldn’t be too tight. Urged on by a dark voice deep inside him, he pinched Sid’s upper lip and raised it, surveying the teeth as if Sid really was more of an animal than a person. They were straight, strong, even if not the brilliant paper-white shade everyone was getting done. Even on the inside, Sid was completely real, all flesh, bone, and zero porcelain.

  “Hope I will get some use out of you. Cheap as you were.”

  Sid groaned, but it was a much more subdued sound this time, and his shoulders sagged slightly. Bit by bit, Asher would push Sid farther down the rabbit hole where he could unwind and stop fighting.

  “You need to learn your place,” Asher said, similarly looking through the teeth at the bottom of Sid’s jaw, and then pushing his finger in to touch the molars.

  With a deep exhale, Asher pushed Sid’s head down, making him sink his face against the leather, but that left the narrow ass hovering in the air. Skin clung to ribs, shoulder blades, and to the vertebrae that led Asher’s gaze straight to the buttocks. Pressing his knees to the side of the bench on either side of Sid’s head, he pulled apart the globes of flesh and leaned over to look at his exposed hole.

  A soft whine from Sid forced a shiver down Asher’s arm, as if his whole body was slowly tuning in to enjoy the sounds of Sid’s discomfort. Especially that despite it, Sid stayed put as Asher had told him. The cuffs on his wrists weren’t attached to anything yet, but still Sid kept his position, revealed to prying eyes, his anus so desperately clenched in fear of intrusion.

  He did stir when Asher spat between his buttocks and watched the saliva drizzle down the taint. Asher grinned at the way the hole tightened and relaxed time and time again in response to the cooling wetness. “You’ve got one hungry ass. Gotta fill it with something, or you won’t be able to do your job right.”

  He let go, ordering Sid to stay, in the same tone he’d use for a dog, and focused on butt plugs. There was one he’d used before, but that was left in his bedroom at home, so he focused on the smaller toys, not wanting to push Sid too much just yet, considering what he’d found out about the sparsity of Sid’s sex life in the past few months.

  He kept glancing back, but Sid remained motionless, and the only thing about him that changed was the size of his erection. Asher bit back a smile and picked up a medium-sized black plug in a standard shape. A quick wiping off took only a second, but when Asher made the first step toward Sid, arousal squeezed around his dick so rapidly he needed to adjust his jeans.

  “Ready, slut? That’ll take your mind off stuff you’re too stupid to understand.”

  This time the whimper sounded agreeable, and Sid curled his shoulders above his head, sp
reading his legs a little wider. Asher had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. Getting an invitation from Sid wasn’t getting old, but he needed to remind himself that by moving, even so pliantly, Sid had disregarded the order to stay put.

  Asher drizzled some lube over the toy and watched the liquid shine on the black surface as he approached. “I’m not gonna waste my time on you. Spread your ass for me.”

  Breathing hard, Sid kept his head against the bench, but reached back as told and spread his buttocks. Asher was now realizing why Sid had actually begged him for a gag in the past. This way, when given orders, he couldn’t talk back or complain. The worst he could do was growl, which would have been a pretty pathetic threat anyway.

  Sid’s anus was completely exposed, clenched tightly under Asher’s scrutiny, and with the flesh of his buttocks getting close to white where Sid’s fingers dug into it. Asher raised the bottle of lubricant high and drizzled the gel all over the crack, grinning when the slim hips twitched at the cool sensation. He didn’t wait for his lover to get a moment’s rest and pushed the plug against his tight entrance.

  Sid grunted and pressed into the bench, but his hands stayed put as the cone-shaped toy slid inside him all the way to the flared base. Sid’s tattooed back trembled—skulls, Apocalyptic fire, and images of Hell at once transformed into something so very human, with the dressing on his side providing further proof of the fragility of Sid’s flesh.

  Asher pulled on the toy to make sure it settled in Sid’s body, and he rested both his hands on Sid’s hips. “That should do it.”

  Asher quickly silenced the little groan from Sid with a slap to his thigh, and he was happy to see that Sid held his buttocks open even through that.

  “Now get up. This isn’t a holiday. Unpack the top box,” Asher said, pointing at the stack by the wall.

  Sid took his time straightening up. He looked at Asher, a helpless, confused glance that sent another pang of excitement went straight to Asher’s cock. This would be so much fun. He couldn’t wait to punish Sid for drooling all over the equipment.

  Sid went over to the boxes and started unpacking the cardboard, but Asher was already floating on the power he had over this beautiful, complicated, angular man. All spikes, ink, and a mohawk, and there Sid was, doing Asher’s bidding. Naked, in cuffs and a gag, with a toy up his ass.

  He was still adjusting to the presence inside him, and so his movements appeared less energetic than usual, buttocks squeezing, muscles stiffening whenever the plug shifted. It…was a pleasure to watch. The kind of pleasure one felt when turning over a beetle to watch it struggle, and yet seeing Sid bear the discomfort without protest or questioning Asher’s authority added a completely new layer to the arousal simmering in the air.

  Asher made his steps louder as he walked in circles, watching Sid kneel on the bare floor and arrange all the metal and wooden parts around the assembly instructions. His skin clung to ribs as he twisted to drag an element of the new furniture closer, and Asher used that moment to descend on him, grabbing the mohawk and forcing Sid’s face against the unfolded paper.

  “Do you think I have all day to waste on you?”

  Sid glared at him and mumbled something unintelligible through the gag. Then, drool spilled down his chin and left dark spots on the gray paper of the instruction sheet.

  Electricity jolted through Asher, powering the movement behind the smack to Sid’s face. “Look what you did. Making everything dirty, like some mongrel. Clean that up. With your face.”

  Sid whined, but leaned down to where a few drops of drool fell and rubbed his cheek against it, struggling to get the job done with the harness on his face, yet still trying. When he was done, he quickly grabbed the instructions and held them up for Asher to see with a needy nasal sound and pleading eyes.

  He seemed so innocent, so vulnerable Asher was torn between pulling him into his arms and humiliating him further. So Asher frowned at the page. Below, Sid’s dick stood proudly between their bodies, and Asher grabbed it unceremoniously, twisting his hand. “What? Are you saying that I have to actually help you out, you stupid bitch? You’re not good enough to deal with a simple problem?”

  Sid tried to slowly articulate two words, his whole body tense and attentive, but it was no use to try to speak through the rubber bit in his mouth. In the end, he exhaled deeply through his nose in frustration, but it was still obvious what he was trying to communicate. The instructions said two people were needed for part of the job. Asher just chose to make it hard on Sid.

  In the end, he joined in but not only didn’t he spare Sid insults but he also forced him to do the job in positions that left him uncomfortable and exposed—holding the elements with his ass so high up that the plug pushed at the sphincter from the inside. Asher had Sid rub against the tools too, as if they were stiff dicks that needed petting.

  But once the main frame of the pillory was assembled, Asher left Sid to finish the job on his own. The device was simple enough, made of polished wood, and a hinged part on top with three holes—one for the head and two for hands. It was low enough to bring the submissive into position where he would have to bend over, so both his ass and mouth were available for easy fucking. Asher had gone through a phase of childhood interest in torture devices and executioners, and now it was all coming back, albeit with a decidedly adult twist.

  It wouldn’t take long after that to complete the assembly, but Asher enjoyed himself too much to actually let Sid be done with the work. Circling around him, he approached close enough to make his lover nervous, poking him with a riding crop without warning. It was just leather-covered fiberglass, but every time the tip licked Sid’s skin, he squirmed away

  They were both distracted, and Asher’s cock, while remaining inside his pants, was as hard as Sid’s, itching for touch of hot, pliant flesh. Once Sid finished with the hinge and closed the top piece of wood with a huff, Asher was ready to open it back up again and put him inside, but Sid stepped away and admired his work instead.

  “What, are you proud of yourself? I’ve seen children do better at assembling things so simple. And you couldn’t even finish it on your own. I don’t know why I bother with you, dumb bitch,” Asher said aggressively even as he adjusted his dick in his pants.

  Sid met his gaze with a disgruntled stare, and took another step back, even going as far as to cross his arms over his chest, but it was all provocation. All Sid needed to do was hum a song through the bit, and the scene would end. But he wouldn’t do it. He wanted to be here, in this exact position.

  A red flush spread over the usually pale front of his torso, and the tip of his cock glistened in the daylight seeping through the windows. His eyes expressed both softness and challenge, as if Sid expected Asher to surprise him again, to use force and show him his place.

  “Kneel.”

  And there it was, Sid huffed like an angry animal and took another step away. This time toward the open door to the corridor.

  Air pushed at Asher’s lungs, as if they were about to explode. He moved that way without even thinking, his muscles feeling a boost of heat, his body somehow knowing he’d need it.

  Asher might have leapt forward a split second before Sid spun around. They burst out of the room and into the hall. Asher had tunnel vision, focused completely on the pale flesh marked by tattoos and red marks left behind by his hands and the crop. The black plug slowed Sid down somewhat, but he ran to flee, pulling the predator right out of Asher.

  The moment he grabbed Sid’s arm, the escape attempt was over.

  Asher slammed Sid onto the bed in the second room and twisted back his arms. “I’m gonna destroy you.”

  Sid wheezed in a high pitch, struggling under Asher, but all it took was clipping together the cuffs on his wrists, and Sid’s hands were restrained behind his back. Still, he bucked his hips under Asher like a stallion resisting the saddle. He wanted to be overpowered, and Asher would have no mercy for him.

  Digging his knee against the small o
f Sid’s back to keep him down, Asher yanked out his belt. He made sure Sid heard the buckle clang, and the way the hot body tensed had Asher salivating. This was his dinner and dessert.

  He looped the belt and brought it down on the defenseless flesh.

  The smack was not only hard but loud, and left a red mark across Sid’s skin. In an instant, Sid was brought to heel, and his struggle became half of what it had been. Imagining that when he clenched his ass also meant he pressed the plug into himself made Asher grin and smack him again.

  “There. If you can’t listen, I’ll treat you like the mongrel you are,” Asher said and delivered more strokes, leaving red marks all over Sid’s ass and the backs of his thighs. Since Sid had said he wanted more pain—that was exactly what he would get.

  It had taken at least twenty licks of the leather before Sid settled, stopped struggling, and just whimpered under Asher, who struggled for breath, both shocked and overwhelmed with pleasure as he watched his handiwork. The belt-treated ass was the color of raspberry juice, and Asher wanted nothing more than to bite through the layer of skin and taste the sweetness.

  “Are you done? Or do I have to continue?”

  A pleading nasal sound, combined with Sid shaking his head was enough of an answer. He ran his fingers over the skin, instantly warmed by how hot it was where the belt had struck, and seeing Sid tense at the touch was too much of a temptation, so he pinched him.

  Sid thrashed under Asher, but he wouldn’t allow Sid to rise. “I don’t understand.”

  Sid drew in a few sharp breaths and in the end tried to very slowly say a single syllable, though Asher wouldn’t have understood if he didn’t already know what his lover meant—’done’.

  But the thing was that they were far from done, and both knew it.

  Asher could have watched Sid struggle to his feet, but instead he pulled him up by force and looped the belt around his neck. The leather tightened on the throat like a collar, with a leash to tug him behind. A shudder went through Asher at the way Sid’s Adam’s apple pushed against the pressure, and he gave the impromptu lead an experimental tug. “Good. I’ll free your hands now, and you’ll be a good slave and undress me.”