by Sean Michael
That growly voice went straight to his cock. Ben moaned low, body arching with something bigger than desire.
“Pretty man.” His master flicked the right nipple clamp again.
“Please…” He sobbed the word, softly, not sure what he was asking for.
His capt—his Master, flicked that nipple clamp again then bent, blew over it. The sensation was perfect—rich and deep, his cock throbbing with it. Then his Master licked and blew over the now damp flesh. His balls went tight, body so close to coming it was insane. The little lick came again, his Master growling softly, which had almost the same effect as blowing across it had, this time with the sound added to the sensation.
“Gonna.” Shut up, Ben. Don’t fuck it up.
His Master’s laugh settled in his balls. “This time, you’re allowed.”
He saw his Master move, shift to straddle him, then the tip of the heavy cock brushed his lips, his cheek, and he opened. God, yes.
The low growl felt like approval as the thick cock pushed into his mouth.
Ben latched on, sucking hard. Each pull went straight to his cock, and he let himself go. He didn’t have a choice. He didn’t have to worry.
His Master touched his cheek, and his Master’s cock moved on his tongue. “That’s it, boy. Suck it.”
He moaned and nodded, taking it in deep. He fucking loved cocks, loved having a dick in his mouth. His Master began to ride his mouth, erection going deep then pulling away almost too soon. Ben tugged at the cuffs, trying to help, to touch.
“No, you just suck it. Take it all in.”
He slapped that fat cock with his tongue.
“That’s it. Knew you’d be a slut for it. Knew I had the right boy.” The words kept pouring down over him, making him need more, pull harder.
Before long, Master was fucking his face, balls slapping his chin. He needed to come, needed Master to come. Needed.
“You gonna wait for me, boy? Wait like the good little slut you are?” His Master circled his balls, tugged a little, and Ben sucked harder. “Soon, boy.” Master moved harder, faster, cockhead hitting the back of his throat.
Ben swallowed hard, needing, demanding.
“Yes. Yes. That’s my slut.” Master pushed in hard, cum pouring down Ben’s throat.
He swallowed hard, trying not to choke, trying to come.
“That’s it. Come for me, boy. Show me what a slut for my cock you are.”
His balls got another tug, a roll, and he was coming, shooting, body aching.
It was only when he was done that Master pulled the gorgeous cock from between his lips. Ben closed his eyes, breathing hard, not sure what he was supposed to think now. Master patted his cheek, then the long fingers slid over his shoulders, down toward his clamped nipples. His heart rate sped, his worry ratcheting up.
“Taking them off is worse than putting them on.”
“Then leave them on.”
Master laughed. “No. I want you to feel them again.”
He shook his head. “I remember.”
“I’m doing it.”
Ben tugged at the cuffs, trying his best to get free.
“Struggle all you want, boy, it won’t help.” Master’s fingers slid across his chest.
“Don’t. Don’t…”
The nipple clamp came off. Ben grunted, body jerking, bucking against the bonds. Master’s thumb pressed against his nipple, rubbing it, which eased the pain, but increased the burn at the same time.
“Please.” God, he was crazed.
The rubbing continued, and just when he thought it was mostly under control, Master took off the other nipple clamp. This time he couldn’t even scream.
Master rubbed this nipple as well, the pain easing slightly, but lasting and lasting. He groaned, shifting on the sheets, the world spinning behind his eyes.
“Good, isn’t it, boy?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
Master grinned down at him, thumb working his nips hard. His cheeks burned, but he didn’t look away.
“That’s my slut.”
That’s when he did close his eyes, moan.
Master slapped his cheek gently. “Yeah.”
“Hey! No slapping!”
“That sounded an awful lot like you’re telling me what to do.”
God, Master’s voice was such a throaty growl.
“You hit me.”
Master did it again. He hid his face in his upper arm.
“It’s okay to like it.”
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Ben supposed it was good that he didn’t have to. Master slapped his hip this time, the sound really loud in the quiet room. His moan wasn’t nearly as loud. The next smack was, though, their skin coming together and leaving heat behind.
His ass cheeks tightened, his body trying to move. Another blow landed, this one on his thigh, then the front of his thigh. The blows warmed him, excited him, and he started shifting, moving into them.
“That’s it, boy. You know what you want. So do I.”
He grunted, twisting in the cuffs. The bindings tugged at his skin, the small pain the perfect accompaniment to the swats.
“Please.” It was so good.
Master pinched his right nipple, the burn immediate, lingering. “Please, what?”
“Fuck… Master. Master.” Asshole. Hot asshole.
“Better.”
He got two quick swats to his left hip that he thought maybe were a reward for his answer.
“I need to get up.”
“No.” It didn’t sound like it was up for debate.
“I do, too.”
“You might want to, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.”
The words actually made him chuckle.
Another smack hit his thigh, then another his hip, a third to his other thigh following right away. He tried to curl up, but the bonds wouldn’t let him.
“You’re at my mercy, boy.”
That made him so hot. “Not a boy.”
Master snorted. “You’re my boy, boy.”
His cock jerked weakly.
“Such a perfect little slut.”
Oh, God. God, this was insane. Perfect.
The swats started up again, Master’s hand hot, firm, also perfect, as it hit him all over his legs and hips. His skin warmed, his body melting into the blows.
“You’re a beautiful little pain slut.”
The words made him ache inside.
The hits continued, the warmth slowly becoming deeper. Hard moans escaped him, pushed out of his throat.
“That’s it, boy. Show me how good it is.”
“Fuck…” He was soaring, the pain perfect.
The swatting stopped as the burn got hotter, Master dragging fingernails along his sides, his legs. It was huge, so much. Too much. Master did it again. Then again.
“Please.” He sobbed the word.
“I’m not stopping.”
Was it a warning? A promise?
“I can’t do this!”
“You’re not doing anything, boy.”
“Please! Help me!”
“Help you what? You’re not getting away, boy.”
“I don’t know!’ He screamed the words, then just screamed for the sheer pleasure of it.
Master grinned down at him, looking pleased at the noises he was making. The big fingers began to flick over him, catching his hips, his belly, his nipples. He screamed until he was hoarse, then slumped on the bed, sweating, worn.
Master nodded. “Yes. Nice. I like a boy with lungs.”
Ben didn’t have an answer for that.
It seemed he didn’t have to say anything at all. Master rubbed his skin, soothing and increasing the burn at the same time. All he could do was lie there and pant.
A lot.
“You’ve been a very good boy and deserve a reward. Are you hungry, boy?”
He nodded. Swallowed. Groaned.
“Then I guess I’ll have to feed you.”
Ben didn’t answer—every time he did, something went wrong.
“Such a smart little slut.”
He groaned, his body responding.
Master tapped his cock, chuckled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Right. Like he could.
Laughing, like he knew exactly what Ben had been thinking, Master headed out.
Asshole. Hot, fine asshole.
Ben thought he could hear the man talking, then everything went quiet. He tensed, expecting Master to come back, but no one did. Finally, Ben found himself dozing, lost in sleep.
****
Ben didn’t know how long he slept, but eventually he was woken up by Master returning.
“Sorry.” It was boring, lying there.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t sleep. Don’t worry, you’ll still get fed.”
Master did something with the chains at the top of the bed, and suddenly Ben could bring his cuffed hands down some. Then the bed began to move, the top half coming up so he was half sitting instead of lying down.
It made him a little dizzy, having his head up, and he cried out, swayed.
Master patted his cheek gently. “Just relax. It won’t take your body long to adjust.”
He gulped in air, trying to center.
That big hand landed on his chest, pressed against it. “Breathe, boy.”
He let himself lean against it.
“We’ll have to make sure you sit as well as lie down.” Master gave a wicked grin. “Besides, your mouth’ll be easier to fuck in this position.”
Ben’s cheeks went fiery hot, burning.
“That’s right, boy. I took you because you’re a beautiful little slut, perfect for me to use.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck. His body went tight.
A rough laugh answered his reaction. “Food first. I don’t want you fainting away on me while I’m trying to fuck you.”
He nodded, licking his suddenly dry lips. Master pulled over a rolling tray, taking a bell cover off several plates of food. Ben’s stomach snarled, hunger suddenly fierce and wild.
Chuckling, Master grabbed a hunk of cheese and pushed it against his lips. He opened up, the bright sharpness of it so good.
“Good, isn’t it?” Master popped a piece in his own mouth and nodded. A thin slice of apple was offered next.
“Mmm. Thank you.” Bright, tart. Perfect.
Master stopped in the act of grabbing him a bite of melon wrapped in prosciutto. “Thank you…”
He met those hot eyes, looked away, looked back. “Master.” Saying it made his balls ache.
Master smiled and popped the melon into his mouth. He ate, but his focus was on those large fingers. Another bite was pushed into his mouth, along with Master’s fingers. He caught himself licking at them, lapping as they explored his lips. A low rumble came from Master’s throat. Ben moaned, wrapping his lips around one finger, sucking.
“You’re very good at that, boy.”
He was. He liked it.
Master’s finger slowly slid from his mouth, and Ben was fed another bite, this more salty than sweet. He relaxed back on the bed, trusting in someone else to take care of him. One bite after another was slipped into his mouth, Master feeding himself as well.
Everything was delicious. Fresh. Bright.
He wasn’t exactly full yet when Master stopped feeding him. Oh, his immediate hunger was slaked, but he’d been enjoying the food, the feeding, and really wanted more. He took a deep breath, wiggled on the sheets a minute.
“Enough, Mr. Nice Guy,” growled his captor. “It’s time you earned your keep.”
“What do you want me to do?” He was tied up.
“I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours again, boy.”
He chuckled. They’d explored that, and he’d proven he was good at it.
A low growl came out of his Master. “You find me amusing?”
“You act like your cock is a punishment.”
Master’s head tilted, and he smiled slowly. “Smart boy, already having figured out what a reward it is.”
The temptation to stick his tongue out was huge, vast. Almost irresistible.
Master climbed back onto the bed and grabbed his hair, tugging his head back against the mattress. “Open.” The low snarl was the hottest thing in a day filled with flames.
The fat cock pressed against his lips, the growl wordless now, only sound. He opened, sucking easily, eagerly. This wasn’t something he was worried about—this was simple. Master’s hands wrapped around his head, the thick cock fucking into his mouth.
He used his tongue, slapping the shaft, trying to keep himself from taking too much. Master pushed deeper and deeper, though, taking him thoroughly. He swallowed and leaned into the man’s hands with all his weight.
“Yes! Fuck!”
He tightened his lips, sucked harder, demanding. Master pushed in faster, fucking his mouth eagerly. He could feel the thick cock grow even more as Master got close. He let his teeth drag the barest bit, almost a tease. Master shouted, jerking into his mouth and spilling down his throat. He pulled each pulse into him, swallowing hard, knowing the sensations had to be almost too much.
Master held Ben’s nose buried in the musky pubes. His whole fucking world was this hot, hungry man. He tried to cling to Master’s cock as it slowly but surely slipped out of his mouth. He pulled at the tip, trying to keep it in.
“Greedy boy.” Master rubbed the head against his lips, then sat back, straddling his legs.
Ben licked his lips, moaned low, wiggled.
“You missed a drop.” Master leaned forward and licked the edge of his mouth. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
“Did not…” His whole body went tight.
“Don’t talk back to me—that earns you extra.”
His lips opened, but he wasn’t sure what punishment meant exactly.
Master chuckled, finger patting Ben’s lip. “Good boy.”
He wasn’t a boy. He wasn’t.
Master pinched his nipples then leaned back to undo his ankles. Before Ben could react, Master flipped him so he was on his hands and knees, his arms twisted above him.
“Fuck!” He jolted forward, completely unnerved.
One of Master’s hands landed on his ass, the smack loud.
“Don’t! Leave me alone!”
“You didn’t swallow it all, you get a spanking.”
“Let me go, you bastard!” No way. No way was he letting this happen.
“Now, now. That’s Master Bastard to you.” Two more swats landed on his ass.
“Don’t! Let me go!”
“No, that’s not my plan at all.” The spanking continued.
He kicked out with his legs, screaming and cursing, tugging at the bonds.
“Fight as much as you want, boy. This won’t stop until you take it like the slave you are.”
“Fuck you! Let me go!” He’d had enough.
Master didn’t say a word, just kept spanking him.
“Let me go!” he screamed, legs flailing furiously.
Master didn’t. “You got more?”
“Fucker! I did what you asked! Asshole!” He was getting tired. So tired.
“You seem to forget that I’m in charge here, not you.”
“Let me go.” He didn’t want to be a weakling, to cry, but he’d had enough.
“No. I. Will. Not.” Each word was punctuated with another swat.
His ass was burning, his head pounding, and suddenly he couldn’t stop screaming, couldn’t stop flailing and crying, c
ontrol completely lost.
“That’s it, boy. Let me hear it all.”
He bellowed until he simply had nothing left. When he was finally quiet and still, the spanking stopped, Master’s big hand rubbing over his ass. He shook, whimpered. No more. Please.
“You look good with a reddened ass, boy.”
He hid his face in his arms, sobbed. The big hand slid up along his spine, almost petting him.
“Jus’ wan’ to go home.”
“Too bad.”
His breath hitched as he fought to control himself. Another smack hit his ass, then Master’s fingers slid along his crack. He broke, sobbing hard, frightened and lonely and sick. Lost. This had been a mistake.
A terrible mistake.
Chapter Ten
Well, fuck.
Tip rubbed his hand along Ben’s spine again, willing the man to use his safeword—the sounds of Ben’s sobs had moved from release to genuine, deep upset, and if Ben wasn’t going to put a stop to it, Tip was.
“B-bullet. Bullet, please.”
Oh, thank God.
“Okay, Ben. I’ve got you. Let me just get the cuffs off.” He quickly undid the cuffs around Ben’s wrists then drew the man into his arms.
“Please. No more. No more. I’m so tired.”
“Shh. It’s okay. It’s over. You safeworded.”
This man needed a real vacation, not a kidnapping. Tip held on, rocking the lean body, holding on as Ben shook. He stroked Ben’s back, up and down.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Let the boy talk. It would be good for him to let it all out.
“Everything. Please. I hurt.”
He hadn’t spanked the boy that hard. “What hurts?”
“Me. This was a stupid idea. I thought…”
“Keep going.” It wasn’t a stupid idea. Ben had been jonesing off it, right up until the spanking.
“I just… It wasn’t supposed to be so much.”
“Ah. It got too intense.” It had been far more than Ben had been prepared for.
Ben nodded. “My head hurts. I’m a fool.”
“You should have safeworded sooner, Ben.” He began to massage Ben’s scalp. He had aspirin, too, and lots of water. He’d get them into Ben in a moment.