by Sean Michael
Ben tugged at his mask with those slender fingers. “Please.”
“Are you sure you want to lose that part of the illusion?” It was Ben’s fantasy, after all.
“That stopped when you held me. Please.”
He moved up the bed so they were face to face. “Then take it off.”
Ben’s fingers were shaking, working the ties loose, baring his face.
He smiled down at Ben as it came off. “Hi, I’m Tip.”
“Tip.” Ben moaned, fingers exploring his face. “Ben. Your boy.”
He nodded, nuzzled into the touches. “My boy. I know.”
“Oh, good.” Ben’s lips parted, opened for him.
He pushed his tongue in, fucking Ben’s lips. He tangled his fingers in Ben’s hair, encouraged the man to move again, to rub against him. He pressed his chest down so it would rub against Ben’s nipples. Ben’s fingers dug into his shoulders and a sharp cry pushed into his lips.
Smiling, he bit at Ben’s lower lip. Ben twisted under him, fingers slipping down to push between, to work his nipples. He jerked, the move unexpected. Pushy boy.
Ben pinched again, tugging at him. Growling, he leaned down and bit at Ben’s right nipple.
“Fuck. Fuck, burns. Burns.”
He licked the nipple, then blew, soothing—a little—the pain of the bite.
“I can’t… It’s too much.” Ben had no idea how much that amazing body could take.
“I’ve barely even started.”
“Master!” That shock was delicious.
Smiling, Tip rubbed his cheek against the other nipple. He knew his stubble was maddening, that the ache was huge. He rubbed his lips against it next, then his stubble again.
“Master…” Ben tried to pull away, but there was no way. No way was Tip letting this go.
Growling, he turned and grabbed Ben’s nipple between his lips, sucking before rubbing his teeth over it.
“I can’t. Driving me crazy.”
He didn’t answer with words, just sucked harder. That little nipple had to be screaming, and Ben was sobbing, twisting, crying out for him. He kept torturing it. He wanted it to be purple.
“No more. Oh, fuck. No more. Fuck. Fuck…” Ben arched, cock driving against him.
He flicked the tip with his tongue, back and forth.
“Master.” Ben’s legs wrapped around him, held on tight.
“Just keep those hands up there.”
“You’re evil.”
“Yep.” He did, however, move to the other nipple to continue torturing it.
“D-diabolical.”
“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t going to argue the point. He was going to prove it true. He wanted his boy to go out of his mind.
He grabbed the right nipple between his fingers, squeezing it as he continued to suck and bite at the left one. Ben’s hands pushed at him, that cock leaked pure fire against him, and the scent of desperate need hit his nose.
“Hands up!” he growled, pinching harder.
“Fuck!” Ben beat at Tip’s shoulders, wild.
“Hands up before the punishment you have coming gets any worse!”
“I…” Ben groaned, hands going up. So good, to be so new at this.
“Mmm. That gets you a reward.” He pushed a hand between Ben’s legs, searching for the little hole.
He’d save the punishment for later, for when Ben could enjoy it. Ben spread for him, body begging him. He tapped at Ben’s entrance then grabbed for the lube, slicking up his fingers. Taking a moment to admire, to look at the long, bare, abused body, Tip licked his lips, moaned.
“Those sweet little nips of yours are almost the right color.” Almost. He just wanted a little more.
Ben convulsed, shuddered. “A-almost?”
“That’s right. Almost.” He lowered his mouth back to the left nipple.
Ben shrank back, fingers white-knuckled.
“You can take it, love.” Then he bit.
Tip let his teeth dig in, ignoring Ben’s howls, and he tugged, pulling until he was sure the rush of pain had become an overwhelming sensation. Then he did the same to the other nipple. Ben’s sounds were soft little gasps now, gentle sobs.
He licked gently at the right nipple. “So good, boy.”
The wet cheeks were beautiful, the wild eyes more so. He licked a line along Ben’s cheek, tasting the heat and the salt there.
“Master.” Sweet boy.
“I’m right here, boy. With you.”
His boy nodded, eyes searching his. He held that gaze, made sure Ben saw him. He rolled Ben’s balls, chuckling as his boy’s eyes crossed. Those pretty little nipples were dark, dark purple now. Perfect.
He tapped the skin behind Ben’s balls, touched the sweet hole. Ben spread easily, letting him in. He pushed the tip of his finger in, watching Ben’s cock bob against his belly.
Tight. Damn, his boy was still tight around him. He couldn’t wait to be buried inside Ben’s body again, to look into the eyes of his boy instead of his captive. Ben’s asshole clenched, tugging at him, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Wait for the lube, boy.” He wouldn’t penetrate Ben raw.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ben made his mouth dry.
He lubed up his fingers and pressed two inside. He watched the pleasure on his boy’s face. Stretching his fingers and pushing them deeper, he searched for Ben’s gland.
“Oh, fuck… Yes. Yes.” Ben bucked up, head leaving the mattress.
“Right there, boy. Right there.” He hit Ben’s gland again, then again.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Master. Master, I can’t…”
“You can. You are.”
Those hands started to slide, moving off the slats.
“Don’t you let go.”
“Please. I…”
He pegged Ben’s gland again, hard. “Don’t let go.”
“I have to!” Ben screamed at him, but didn’t let go.
“No. You don’t. You’re my boy, and I know you want to please your Master.”
Ben jerked, hid his face in the curve of his arm. Those hands stayed firm.
“So proud of you, boy.” He felt Ben’s response around his fingers.
Smiling, he stretched his fingers apart and pushed in a third. Ben was gulping in air, body pushing up to meet his touch. He reached with his free hand and flicked Ben’s left nipple.
“No!” Ben jerked away, almost falling off the bed.
He growled, grabbing Ben’s hips and hauling him back in. Hysterical babbling filled the air, Ben offering him that delicious loss of control. He pushed his fingers back into Ben’s ass, finding that special spot immediately. Ben’s body convulsed, a sharp-edged grunt on the air.
“I’m gonna take you. Gonna have my boy.”
“Yes. Fuck, please. Please, Master.”
He grabbed a condom and smoothed it over his cock before slicking it up.
“Need you.”
It didn’t escape Tip that Ben didn’t say he needed fucking, needed to come, needed more. Ben needed him.
“You have me,” he pointed out, moving so his cock pressed against Ben’s ass.
Those lean hips tilted, begging for him.
“Needy, wanton boy.” It was so sexy, the way Ben wanted him.
“God, the things you say.”
“You like that, Ben? Like it when I call you boy? When I call you slave and tell you I’m going to fuck your tight little ass?” He pressed his cockhead in, only far enough to begin to stretch said tight little ass.
“I. I don’t…” Ben nodded.
He chuckled and slowly pushed in farther.
“So big.”
Ben was good for his ego.
“I’ll fit, though, boy. All the way in.” He kept pushing, sliding
deeper.
Ben moaned for him, body welcoming his cock.
“So tight, boy. So hot. I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
“I won’t have you next week. What will I do without you?”
“Shh.” He bent to press their lips together, shutting Ben up.
He’d figure that out. Later. Right now he was having his boy, that tight heat wrapped so good around his cock. He pushed in until his hips hit Ben’s hot ass, then he pulled out again.
“Yes.” Ben’s lips parted, eyes rolling back in his head.
He did it again, and again and again, slowly picking up a rhythm. Fuck, his boy felt so fucking good around him, so right. He broke the kiss to lick at one of Ben’s nipples. Jesus. Jesus, that felt amazing, Ben’s ass like a fist around him.
He was panting like he’d run a marathon and they’d only just started, really. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last, though. It was too damn good.
“Master. Yours. Master. Please.”
Yes.
“Mine.” He couldn’t agree more. He thrust in harder and faster, barreling toward pleasure like this moment was their only chance at it. Ben nodded, body slamming back onto him.
“Yes. Yes, Ben!” He thrust just as fiercely, urging them on and on.
His Ben nodded, body demanding his orgasm.
Tip found Ben’s cock and wrapped his hand around it. “Come on now, boy.”
“Again?”
He slammed into Ben’s gland as his answer. Ben’s body jerked, spunk slipping from his boy’s cock.
“Yes!” The hot body squeezed tight around him, and he filled the condom in long spurts.
Ben slumped onto bed, blinking up at the sunshine. Tip slipped out of Ben’s heat and dealt with the condom before collapsing down next to him. His boy pressed close, kissed Tip’s collarbone.
He petted Ben’s shoulder. “You’re a good boy.”
Ben’s answer was a soft moan. He patted Ben’s shoulder again and let his eyes close.
He thought they both deserved a nap.
Chapter Eleven
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow it was time to go.
How utterly fucked up.
Ben would have been pacing, if he hadn’t been bound, tied to the bed in the cabin, ass up.
Master Tip came in, naked, hard—he looked amazing. “Ah, there’s my boy.” Like Tip hadn’t been the one to put him here.
Ben licked his lips, moaned softly. “Did you lose me?”
“Shh. Don’t ruin the illusion.” One of Master Tip’s hands came down hard on his ass.
His breath huffed out of him, and he wriggled, automatically trying to get away.
“There’s nowhere to go, boy.”
“I. Why did you hit me?”
“Because we both enjoy it, boy.” Master Tip leaned down to whisper into his ear. “And because I can. You seem to forget that you’re at my mercy, boy.”
“No, Master. Never.” It was hotter than he’d ever dreamed, now.
“Good boy.” Master Tip rubbed his ass, fingers sliding over the abused flesh, making it burn.
Ben’s eyes crossed, and he moaned. He couldn’t help it.
“That’s what I like to hear. I like to know that my every touch makes you crazy, makes you want even more because you’re my slutty, needy boy.”
God, the things Master said.
He pushed back into the touch, his toes curling. “Yours.” He meant it.
“I know, Ben. Deep in my gut, I feel the truth of it.”
Ben nodded, rocking slowly. “Tell me everything’s not over tomorrow, then.” In one of his books, it wouldn’t be over.
“It doesn’t have to be, boy. We can leave it all behind right here, or we can exchange numbers.” Master Tip settled on the bed behind him, cock rubbing along his crack. “You could be my boy for real, Ben.”
“I would be.” It was ridiculous, foolish, fabulous. Totally him.
“I want it, Ben. I want you.” Just like that, Master Tip’s cock pushed into him.
“Yours. I swear.” No condom. Nothing between them. Oh, God. Yes.
“All mine.” The words were growled, Master Tip filling him so good, so perfectly.
“All…” He pushed back as much as he could.
“Love your eagerness, boy.” Master Tip’s hands wrapped around his hips and encouraged him back more.
Love. The word echoed inside him. Master Tip’s cock pushed against his gland. “Love!” He couldn’t hold it inside him.
“Mine! Mine!” With every thrust into him, Master Tip repeated the word.
Ben focused on feeling, on soaring with his master. Each thrust slapped their skin together, the noise just about perfect. His butt was stinging, his thighs screaming, and it felt so good.
“I’ve got you,” growled Master Tip. “You’re mine. All mine.”
Then a sharp bite hit his shoulder, digging in, deep. Marking him. Master was marking him.
“Gonna…” He was so close.
“Wait for permission, boy.”
“Oh, fuck…” He was going to lose his mind.
“Yes. Fucking.”
“I can’t.” The blow to his ass made him groan.
“You will, boy. Because I asked you to.”
Oh, fuck yes. “Master.”
“That’s right. I’m your Master, boy.” Tip’s thrusts into his body got stronger, rocked him on the bed.
The bonds tugged at him, pulled at his wrists, his knees.
Then one of Master Tip’s hands wrapped around his cock, squeezed and stroked. “Okay, boy. Show me. Come.”
His body went tight, and for one terrifying moment, he was afraid he couldn’t do it, but Master Tip slammed in deep and spunk sprayed from him. He could feel the heat of his Master’s cum filling him as his emptied out, and Master Tip’s shout filled the room.
He slumped forward, the ropes holding him, holding both of them.
Soft kisses landed on his neck, Master Tip whispering against his skin. “Mine. My boy. My Ben. All mine.”
It sounded like a promise to him. “Yes.”
“I’m keeping you, boy.”
“Okay. I’ll let you.”
“I’m serious, Ben.”
He nodded. “I am, too. I know it’s ridiculous. I know, but I’m yours.”
“Then it isn’t ridiculous, and we’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.” Life was too short to not grab hold of what you needed.
Master Tip slid out of him and landed next to him, mouth on his in seconds. Those lovely eyes were open, staring into him, and he didn’t look away.
“Mine,” whispered his Master, as their lips parted.
“Yours.”
With all he was.
****
Tip settled Ben at the table on the porch with their last supper—which sounded more ominous somehow than it was. At least now that they’d decided he was keeping Ben. All that was left was the details.
Tip waited until they’d both dished up and had had a few bites of the flaky fish. “How do you want to handle this?”
“Where is home for you?”
“I’ve got a tiny apartment in New York.”
“I have a house in Colorado in the mountains. It’s only a few years old. I had it built.”
“Wow. Sounds like the kind of place you wouldn’t want to leave.” Sounded like Ben had money. Which, hey, of course he did if he could afford this fantasy. “It’s not about the money.”
“No, and if you like the city, I can try it there. I need room to write, though.”
“I’m not really tied down, either. I work for the guys here a couple times a year—that pretty much pays the rent. I do odd jobs now and then for anything else I need. I can probably do that
anywhere.”
Pretty, warm eyes met his. “I could use a personal assistant. I travel a lot. Work a lot.”
He let one eyebrow go up. “It wouldn’t be weird, having your Master also be your personal assistant?”
Ben chuckled. “Like a personal assistant isn’t the closest thing to a Master a writer has—it’s someone who makes sure I get everything done I’m supposed to, protects me from the crazies, and clears my head and schedule so I can work.”
“Huh. Well, when you put it like that, it does sound like a Master.”
“I’m yours, Tip. I’ll be yours as long as you want me.”
He leaned over the arms of their chairs and stroked Ben’s cheek. “Then you’ll always be mine. Frankly, the details are just that. I’ll work for you if there’s actual work needed. Or I’ll find a job, or whatever. I just want to have you in my life.”
Ben leaned into his touch, eyes crossing a bit. “Yes.”
“As my boy.” He wanted to be Ben’s Master, not just his lover.
Ben nodded, cheek rasping against his palm.
“Then it’s settled. I’m coming home with you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The words settled in his balls. Tip smiled and pressed their lips together. “Love you, boy.” The words felt right, solid.
Ben nodded, then suddenly he had his world, his boy in his lap. That felt more right than anything. He held on—he wasn’t letting go.
Of course, he was the kidnapper, he didn’t have to.
Chapter Twelve
Fantasy Three
Leo knelt in the center of the room, hands behind his head. He had cleaned himself, inside and out, most thoroughly. He had shaved his pubes, because, as he always told his slaves, boys don’t get to have fur down there. He had a collar on, a blindfold, but besides that, he was simply waiting for the Dom to come in.
The door opened, closed again. Leo didn’t move. He knew he looked good—strong and healthy, sure.
He heard footsteps, the sound slowly circling him.
Leo had considered this for two years before buying into the fantasy. He’d topped dozens of men, maybe more. Trained boys to be perfect companions, perfect subs.