by Sean Michael
Heavy footsteps startled him again at one point, and the hood was yanked up and off his face. His eyes moved, watered, trying to adjust to the light.
He was finally able to focus on his captor. The man was tall and built, the chest muscles bisected by a leather harness that went over each shoulder and around the man’s torso. He wore tight leather pants, as well, and heavy, leather boots. There was a sizeable bulge at the man’s crotch.
The man was about as different as anyone could be from him. Dark hair topped a wide-jawed face, dark eyes, maybe blue, showing through a mask that began above his captor’s eyebrows and continued down over part of his nose.
Creepy.
“What do you want?”
“A sex slave. Looks like I’ve got one, too.” God, that voice was melt-worthy, all low and growly, husky.
Ben shook his head. “I’m not. I’m a writer.”
“You look like a sex slave to me, boy.”
“Let me up.”
God, the man was hot.
“No. You don’t get anything until you beg to suck me and do it. No food. No water. No getting up for anything.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know you. I don’t suck strangers.” Oh, God.
“Then we don’t have anything else to say to each other.” The steely blue eyes stared into his for a long moment, then the man turned and walked toward the door, each booted footstep loud.
Ben wasn’t sure what the hell he was supposed to do now.
****
Tip headed out to the beach, pulling off the leather mask he wore and shoved it through one of the O-rings on his harness.
The client was delicious. Sexy and hot, scared, but trying to be brave. The owners had done a fantastic job making Ben believe his fantasy hadn’t gone through. Tip would swear Ben believed it was real. He wondered how long the illusion would last before the man realized for sure that it was just a fantasy, not a real kidnapping.
He wandered for about half an hour, knowing it would seem very much longer to Ben. Then he made his way back to the cottage and drank a can of Coke. He was going to need the caffeine.
Before heading back into the room, he put the mask back across his eyes.
Ben was resting, lean muscles stretched wide, heavy, limp cock crowned with a mass of black curls. Pretty boy. He’d bet that mouth was delicious.
Tip let his boots make a lot of noise on the floorboards. Ben stiffened, teeth sinking into the full bottom lip.
Tip put his hands on his hips and stood at the end of the bed, where Ben would have a good view. “Are you ready to cooperate?”
Ben stared at him, eyes bloodshot. “What do you want?”
“I told you.” Tip growled, curled his lip, laying it on thick. “You’re my sex slave.”
“I’m a writer.”
He laughed. “You’re my sex slave.”
God, that stubborn set of jaw was the hottest thing ever.
“You’ll learn.” He started slowly undoing his belt.
“Learn what?” Ben’s cock jerked.
“What you are. Who you belong to now.”
That pretty cock started to fill. God, what he could do with that sweet body, and he had days to play with it. He drew the belt off, taking his time.
“Don’t hurt me.”
“I’ll do what I want to you.” Once the belt was out, he grabbed both ends and snapped it.
Ben’s entire body jerked. Fuck, that was something. He snapped the belt again.
“Leave me alone. Just let me go.”
“What would be the fun of that?” He let one side of the belt drop, the end landing on Ben’s ankle.
Ben’s thigh went tight. He growled in the back of his throat, making it loud enough Ben could hear it. Then he snapped the belt, letting it curl around Ben’s calf.
Ben cried out, tugging again, pulling at the cuffs. “Ow! Let me go!”
“No.” He snapped the belt again, and this time the end of the belt landed on the opposite thigh.
“Stop! Oh, God. Please.”
He laughed and hit Ben again, on the other thigh this time. The man was so turned on that it turned him on.
“Leave me alone!” That long, sweet cock was full again.
“You want me to walk out and leave?” He shook his head, snapped the belt across Ben’s belly. “I don’t think so.”
“How do you know what I want?”
“I can see your cock, boy.” It was a lovely specimen. And as hard as diamonds from what he could see.
“My name’s Ben!”
He snapped the end of the belt against one little nipple. “I’ll call you what I want.”
“Fuck!”
God, the wild need was a huge turn-on. He let the belt hit again, the same nipple. It was firm now, swollen.
“You bastard!” His boy could scream, too.
Tip leaned down and flicked his tongue across the abused nipple. Ben stilled, shivered for him. He blew across the damp tip. The tight little bit of flesh almost reached for his lips. He dropped his mouth over it, lips then teeth squeezing. Ben groaned, the sound hungry, loud, just what he wanted to hear. He tugged, pulling Ben’s nipple from his body.
“Oh, fuck…”
Sweet little pain slut. God, that was hot.
He slapped Ben’s hip, let that tittie go. Ben was breathing heavily, his little nipple hard and dark. He growled some, nipped at that bit of flesh again. Ben’s pained moan was pure need.
Tip pulled open the buttons on his leather pants, his cock pushing out to rub against Ben’s leg. Ben didn’t pull away, that warm skin giving him something to slide against. He moved to the other nipple, the one that hadn’t felt the lash of the belt. He bit down on it.
“Fuck! Fuck, burns!” And someone liked it.
He let go of it then bit again, all the while rubbing against the lovely skin. He was going to come on Ben, rub his scent right into the man’s skin. Ben made the best noises—shocked and hungry, wild.
“That’s it, boy. I know you love it.”
Ben moaned for him, and Tip grabbed that nipple in his teeth and pulled. He worked his cock along Ben’s hip, letting the sounds and the slight struggle go straight to his balls. God, he’d never thought this would be so fucking hot.
He grabbed hold of Ben’s balls with one hand, holding them roughly. Ben’s toes curled, legs yanking at the cuffs.
“You smell good. Gonna make me come, boy.” He watched the flush climb up Ben’s belly.
Lovely. His slave boy for the week was absolutely lovely. He groaned as he tugged the heavy ball sac. Letting them go, he slid his fingers behind, stroking the smooth, hot skin. Oh, look at that tension, the arch, the stretch.
“I know what you want.”
“What…”
“Me.” He pressed a finger across Ben’s hole.
Ben’s hole squeezed tight, almost kissing his fingertip. Grinning, he bit down on the nipple in his mouth again and pushed his fingertip in past the tight muscles.
“Fuck!” Ben jerked, bucked, riding hard.
“Yeah, that’s it, boy.”
He let Ben’s movements draw his finger in. Someone was into it now. Feeling him, working it. He pushed another finger in alongside the first, nipping and biting at both nipples, at the expanse of flesh between them. Those sweet nipples were dark now, bruised, swollen.
It wasn’t the only mark he was going to leave on the sweet body. He pushed his fingers deeper, rubbed more heavily against Ben’s thigh. He found Ben’s gland, started working it. Hard. He shifted, his cock and leather pants rubbing against Ben’s hard-on.
Ben was lost to it, entire focus on the pressure to his gland. He kept biting, kept rubbing and pushing, poking. It felt fucking good, and he was going to come. Ben was too, if it was the last thing he did.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Please…”
“That’s my slut. Give it up for me, boy.”
Ben groaned, and Tip worked that sweet gland, forcing Ben over the edge. The smell of Ben’s spunk made Tip come, and he splashed more heat up between them.
Ben went lax in the bonds, head rolling from side to side.
“That’s my sweet, slutty boy.” He sat up and tucked himself back into his leather pants, then rubbed all that spunk into Ben’s skin.
Ben’s lips opened, but those eyes stayed closed.
“We’re gonna get along really well. You’ll be begging for my cock in no time.”
He reached down and flicked one of the pretty little abused nipples, slapping it with the tip of his finger. Ben cried out, jerked away from him.
“Begging hard.” He chuckled, made it sound dirty, then sauntered out.
He figured he was doing a damn good job if the man was both a little scared of him and so turned on he’d come.
Chapter Nine
He needed to piss in the worst way. He’d almost managed to get one of the two buckles on his right hand undone.
“Uh-oh. Someone’s being a very naughty boy.”
Shit. “I have to pee.”
“Ask nice.”
Asshole. “Please. Let me up.”
His captor snorted. “That sounded real sincere.”
“I am. Please. I’m going to piss the damned bed. Let me up.”
The guy reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle, handing it to him. “You don’t need to get up.”
He looked at the bottle in horror. “You’re not serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“But… Please. Please, I just need a bathroom.”
“You needed to pee—so pee.”
He looked at the bottle, his bound hands.
“All you have to do is ask…”
He sobbed softly, desperate. “Please. Please, help me. I need a bathroom.”
The man took his penis and pushed it through the top of the bottle. “You’re welcome.”
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. His body went tight.
“I thought you needed to pee.”
“I do.” He gulped for air.
“Then pee.”
“I can’t.” It was like his body had forgotten how.
The man stared at him hard. Then he started undoing the cuffs. As soon as one hand was free, his bladder let go, Ben whimpering in shame.
“There you go.”
When he was done going, the guy removed the bottle and took it away. Ben covered his face with his free arm, breath hitching.
His captor was soon back. “You were a very good boy. You deserve a reward.”
Ben didn’t know what to do, didn’t know if he could do anything.
The guy grabbed his hand and lifted it up over his head, putting the cuff back on. Ben squeezed his eyes shut, heart pounding.
“You’re going to make a great sex slave, Ben.”
How did a man respond to that? At least it wasn’t ‘boy’.
His right nipple was slapped. “You say ‘yes, Master’ when I talk to you, boy.”
He jerked, eyes flying open. “What? Yes. Ow!”
“Yes, Master.” His captor slapped the other one this time.
“Fuck!” Ben’s hips rolled up.
“Yeah. I’m going to do that. I’m going to fuck you through the mattress.”
His cheeks heated, the words exciting.
“Right now I’m going to give you some water. What do you say to that?”
“Please. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please…” He shook. “Master.”
“Good boy!” His captor beamed at him, smile bright beneath the black eye mask.
The guy sat on the bed and brought Ben’s shoulders up off the mattress, putting a water bottle against his lips, tilting it. Ben almost sobbed, it was so good. His captor let him have his fill, careful not to get too much into his mouth at a time. He drank deep, the water soothing his headache, making him feel so much better. The guy gave him a moment or two then offered it to him again.
“Thank you.” He drank more, breath hitching.
“Play your cards right and you’ll get some food, too.”
On cue, his stomach growled. He tried not to notice how the guy’s laugh was sexy. He sucked the water down, ignoring everything else.
He’d drunk nearly the whole bottle before his captor pulled it away. “That’s enough.”
He panted, licked his lips, the room spinning.
“You’ll have to earn your food.” His captor chuckled. “Guess how?”
“I have no idea.” He didn’t even want to guess.
“Sexual favors—you are, after all, my sex slave, boy.”
“My name’s Ben.” That casual ‘boy’ made him ache. He knew now—knew—that his captor, this situation, was his fantasy. Knew it.
“Ben. Ha. And I am ‘Master’, boy.”
He tugged at the cuffs a little. “Are you just going to keep me like this?”
“If I don’t, you’ll try to run away.”
He couldn’t argue with that. This was…much more intense than he’d thought.
“All you have to do is beg for my cock, and I’ll give you a feast.”
“What?” Beg? He didn’t beg.
“You heard me, boy.”
“I.” He licked his lips. “You’re not serious.”
His captor snorted. “Deadly.”
“I.” He kept doing that. Kept saying it. He didn’t even know how to beg without sounding stupid. He could maybe write it. Maybe.
One of the guy’s eyebrows went up.
“I don’t know what you want!”
“Wasn’t I clear?” the man growled at him.
“Don’t fucking growl at me! I’m trying! I’m… This is easier when I’m typing!”
One hand reached out and swatted his nipple. “In case you hadn’t noticed, you’re not typing. I’m in charge here, and you’re going to fucking do as you’re told.”
“Stop it! I can’t think, you asshole!” He’d never screamed at anyone in his entire life.
“You’re not here to think, boy.” His captor swatted his other nipple.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His cock was trying to fill.
“That’s not quite begging.”
“No more swatting, please.” He couldn’t breathe.
“Oh, please, you’re not going to pretend you don’t want that, are you?” The guy flicked both his nipples.
“Don’t!” His cock started to leak.
“Because you hate it so much.” This time his captor pinched them both. At the same time.
Ben gasped, jerked hard on the cuffs. “Let me up!’
“That is not going to happen.”
“Fuck…” He bit his bottom lip, chest heaving a little.
“Yes. That’ll happen. Once you’ve begged for it.”
His hole clenched, and an embarrassing wave of arousal hit him. His captor smiled. The man knew. Oh, that pissed Ben off, and the anger made him even hotter.
“You’re so fucking hot for it.” His captor slid a hand down along his ribs, fingernails digging into his skin.
He couldn’t help pushing into the touch. It felt so good.
“So fucking hot.”
The words made him groan, his cock bobbing.
“Yeah. Look at you. Such a lovely slut.”
Ben’s whole body flushed with heat.
“Tell me what you want, boy. Beg for it.”
“Please. Please, I want…” What did he want?
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sp; His right nipple was pinched.
“What was that, boy?”
This was his fantasy, damn it. He let himself sink into it, believe in it. “I want more. Please.”
A slow smile spread across the stubbled features. “You forgot a word, boy.”
It took him a second, then he moaned. “Please, M-Master.” He almost came.
“That’s perfect, boy.” That low growl was back in his capt—his Master’s voice.
The guy tugged something out of his pocket, holding it up for him to see—a little clamp with tiny, sharp teeth.
“Oh, God.” His muscles tensed, his entire body shuddering.
The man flicked his right nipple a couple of times then pinched it between two fingers.
“Don’t.” His body went tight-tight.
“I’m gonna do both.”
The clamp went onto his nipple, teeth biting so hard.
“Take it off!” Ben cried out, fighting hard. “Please!” Burned. It burned.
“Okay.” His captor took it off and put it on his other nipple.
He screamed, the sound tearing out of him. One finger slid across his freed nipple, rubbing back and forth across it. That burn felt so good, so fucking good.
“You’re ready for the second one now.”
“Please.” He was out of his mind.
“You do beg so prettily, boy.”
“Help me.”
“I am, boy. I’m giving you exactly what you need.” The second clip went on, biting just as hard as the first, maybe harder.
“Take it off. Burns. Take it off.”
“No.”
“Please.”
The stings eased, and he could breathe.
“No.” His captor grinned, flicked the right nipple clamp.
“Stop it!” He tried to roar out the command.
“No!” That voice was a lot louder than his.
“Fucker!” This wasn’t fair.
“I think the word you’re looking for is Master.” His master flicked his other nipple as well.
Oh, fuck. So hot. He was burning alive. Ben couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Say it, boy.”
“M-M-Master.”
“Very good.” The words were joined with a soft caress to his thigh. “I can make you fly, boy. Or I can be your worst nightmare—it’s your choice.”