Three More Wishes

by Sean Michael

When slave Aaron had been given to Leo’s friend Matthias two years ago, the words from the slave had been, “You need to understand this better, Master. You don’t understand us.”

  A foot touched the inside of his knee. “Wider.”

  He spread wider, his inner thighs protesting. He was not giving anyone reason to criticize him, though.

  “Better.” The man’s voice was deep, husky.

  He wasn’t sure if he was expected to answer, so he went with silence.

  “Shaved. Good. You’re clean?

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He’d given himself two enemas, just to ensure that. He had been known to give an unprepared sub punishment cleanings, just like he’d shaved the heads of every sub who hadn’t come to him for training bare.

  “Excellent.” One hand landed on his shoulder.

  The hand was huge, solid, firm, and it was all he could do not to jump, jerk.

  “What do you want?”

  He’d prepared for that question, had meditated on it for days. “I’m here to learn submission, Sir.”

  “It’s not something you learn, boy. It comes from here.” The hand on his shoulder slid down, pressed over his heart.

  In that case, he was fucked. He was not a natural sub. He’d told them that, though, informed them he was a Dominant.

  The man chuckled, patted his chest. “It’s in all of us, boy. You just need to find it and tap into it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He wasn’t sure he was going to, but he’d give it everything he had. He wanted to give his trainees everything he could.

  The hand disappeared and the footsteps sounded again, stopping in front of him this time. “You can start by licking my boots, boy.”

  Leo knew how this looked, how good it was to watch a new sub bend to you, tongue on your boots, so tentative, so unnerved. Not him. He was going to be confident, sure. Brave. He bent, his hands balancing himself on the floor.

  “Uh-uh-uh. Hands behind your head or in the small of your back, boy.”

  His eyebrow arched. Someone was confident in the strength of his abs. He slid his hands behind his back, using his thighs to keep himself steady.

  “Better.” The single soft word was his only encouragement.

  The leather of the boots was earthy, but clean, and he focused on doing a good job, being graceful.

  “Make sure you don’t miss a spot.”

  Like he could see to tell if he did. He tried to lick in a pattern, but his abs were beginning to scream.

  A snort sounded. “I can see this is your first time, but at least you’re trying.”

  The temptation to snarl ‘thank you’ was huge, but he didn’t have much breath, and he knew this trick.

  “Enough.”

  He nodded, sat up, tried to take a deep enough breath that his belly unlocked.

  “Something wrong, boy?”

  “No, Sir.” The words were almost a whisper.

  The man growled.

  He sucked in one breath, another, and the muscle tension eased. Oh, better.

  “If nothing’s wrong, you won’t mind getting back down there and licking my boots some more.”

  He bit back the growl that bubbled inside him. Relax, man. Breathe.

  “My abs won’t take much more.” See him. See him try to do this right.

  “Mmm. Very good, boy. I didn’t think you would admit it.”

  Leo didn’t know how to respond, what to think.

  “You get a reward for that.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” He had to force himself not to pull the blindfold off, look and see who they’d hired.

  He heard the sound of the zipper, smelled the sudden heat and musk. Ah, the blow job as a reward thing. He’d always thought it was more of a reward for him as the Dom, but it was sort of standard operating procedure. In the Dom manual, as it were, assuming there was an official manual.

  “You like sucking cock, boy?”

  “It’s been a very long time.”

  “I’ll just bet it has.”

  He wouldn’t sigh. He wouldn’t. This was important, to learn this, to be able to make his subs better.

  A large hand wrapped around his head, tugged him forward. “Open up, boy.”

  He took a deep breath, made himself relax, and opened. Relax. Relax. It felt like forever before anything happened, and he was tugged a bit more forward, a hot mouth covering his.

  The kiss shocked him, surprised him. His Dom’s tongue swept through his mouth, slid along his tongue. Then the kiss was over. He blinked behind the blindfold, trying his best not to sway.

  His Dom patted his cheek. “Keep doing well and you’ll get another.”

  He hated not knowing what was next, what the plan was.

  “Now you can show me what you’ve learned about cock-sucking.” Something hot and hard hit his lips.

  He hadn’t sucked for a long time, and he took a deep breath, tried not to pull back. The thick cock pushed between his lips, spreading them. He clamped down, sucking the tip so that it didn’t hit the back of his throat. His hair was grabbed, his head tugged back a little as the hard cock pushed in a little deeper. He did growl, that time, pulling harder on the fat flesh in his lips.

  “Better. You know what you like, boy.”

  He did. He liked obedience, willingness, yielding need.

  “Use that to make it good for me.”

  The temptation to lean back and tell his man that this blow job was about establishing position was huge. It wasn’t about orgasm, nor about pleasure, and, he well knew, it was huge. Huge. Still, Leo resisted, focusing on the job at hand. At hand. Oh, that was funny.

  “If I don’t come, you get punished, boy. This isn’t a joke.” The words ‘I’m not a joke’ sat there in the Dom’s tone.

  Leo slowed his touch, aggravated now. Like he couldn’t make a man come. Shit. He had boys twisting and sobbing for it. He took the challenge, exploiting every single sensitive spot his lips found.

  “Better, boy. Remember, your focus is supposed to be on me. On my pleasure, my needs.”

  Was he this distracting when he was topping?

  The hand in his hair tightened, the Dom beginning to move his hips. Leo forced himself to relax, to work the tip, slap the heavy shaft with his tongue. He received a moan for his troubles, the fingers in his hair opening and closing once. There they were. A rush of satisfaction hit him. He wasn’t awful at this, damn it. The thick cock slid on his tongue, pushing and pulling.

  They found a rhythm together, a hot and fierce kind of peace. It took longer than he wanted, but finally the cock in his mouth got just a little bit harder and spunk poured down his throat. He swallowed, trying to ignore his aching jaw. When the pulses of cum stopped, the cock in his mouth slowly pulled away.

  His head fell forward, and he rolled it, loosening the muscles in his neck. Man, he needed a massage already.

  “Very good. You get another reward.”

  The words were barely out when that mouth covered his again, tongue pushing in. The man kissed him like he was something desirable, like the man wanted him. It was unnerving, and hot as hell.

  As the kiss ended, his Dom hummed. “You taste like me. And under that I taste you.”

  He nodded, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. His Dom’s tongue chased his, the touch playful, light. His tense jaw relaxed, his body beginning to respond to the play. Their noses bumped and rubbed together, and his Dom caught his tongue, sucking on it lightly.

  His arms windmilled a bit, keeping him upright. One big hand landed on his shoulder, supporting him. Better. This guy was good. Sure. Practiced.

  “You’re doing well, but this is just the basics.”

  He knew that. He’d give his best effort, though. Try his best.

  “And we’re on an accelerated path.”

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sp; They only had five days, he knew that, too.

  “Yes, Sir.” He wouldn’t call another man Master.

  “How are your knees?”

  “Sore, Sir.” There would be bruises in the morning.

  “Good job. Up you get.” Two hands slid beneath his arms, helping him get upright.

  It was strange, unnerving to be blindfolded and moving. He didn’t like it.

  “We’re going to the bed so we can continue this lying down.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He took careful, unsure steps.

  One of the Dom’s arms slid around his waist, the support steady and solid. The man smelled good—male and strong, heady. Leather and soap.

  They stopped moving, and he was shifted, the bed pressing up against the back of his legs.

  “Lie down. Spread out on the bed.”

  He slid his hand back, feeling the sheets, searching out how big the bed was as he eased himself back.

  “I’m not here to trick you—the bed is big enough for you to lie on spread eagle.”

  “Okay. Thank you.” He spread, stretched out, back creaking.

  “Look at you.”

  “I have a blindfold on.” He wasn’t sure if teasing was appropriate, but a man needed a sense of humor.

  “I know. I can see.” There was amusement in his Dom’s voice.

  Leo grinned, at least with one side of his mouth.

  “You really are stunning, though, boy.” His Dom’s hand landed on his right foot.

  His toes curled. “Thank you, Sir.” He worked hard on his body.

  Knuckles rubbed along his sole, hard enough not to tickle. “Lie still, boy.”

  Leo made his toes relax, made himself breathe. The warm hand moved to cup his ankle then slid slowly up along to his calf. He focused on the touch, on the way the hairs on his legs tugged the slightest bit. The touches continued, sliding up along his leg. His quads tightened, the muscles squeezed. A low rumble came from the top, the sound pleased. Then the touch moved to his other leg, starting again at his foot.

  He focused on his breath, in and out, nice and slow.

  “You’ve got good control. But that’s to be expected.”

  He would hope so. He was a top.

  “I bet you’ll look amazing when you lose control.” The touch on his left thigh turned into a hold, fingers beginning to dig in.

  Leo wouldn’t know. His tight muscles protested the touch. His Dom let go and cupped his balls. He didn’t close his legs, didn’t reach down and grab the man’s arms, but it was a close thing.

  The hand on him squeezed a little, then let go, moved to wrap around his cock. “Being on your knees servicing me turned you on.”

  Bullshit.

  He just… Natural response.

  The Dom pumped him, bringing him back to full life. He licked his lips, breathed in through his nose.

  “I’m not going to let you come yet, though.” That hand kept pumping.

  Leo could control himself. He could.

  “If you come without permission, you’ll be punished.”

  “I won’t.”

  The jacking got just a little bit faster. “You need a ring?”

  “No. I can control myself.”

  His Dom’s thumb pressed against his slit. “You’re sure?”

  He set his jaw. “Yes, Sir.”

  “If that’s the way you want it, boy.” That press against his slit came again.

  His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he breathed, in and out, slowly. His cock was abandoned, both of his Dom’s hands landing on his belly, rubbing. That touch was oddly more intimate than the touch to his cock, more personal. The big hands spread, the reach of that touch enormous. His eyes went wide behind the blindfold, his lips parting instinctively.

  His Dom’s hands moved along his belly, over his ribs. That touch, again, was easier to take. His Dom’s fingers danced over his nipples, stroking them. It was almost a tease. He was lucky in that he didn’t have viciously tender nipples, so the tease warmed him, bone deep. One nail flicked across his right nipple, but there was no matching sting on his left side. Now that was surprisingly irritating. The right nipple received another flick, then those big hands kept sliding upward.

  He tensed his muscles, then forced them to relax. There was a soft chuckle, his Dom’s fingers digging into his collarbones. That sent a shock down his belly, and his hands twitched.

  “I said no moving.”

  “Sorry. Involuntary jerk.”

  Strong thumbs slid up and down along the side of his neck. That was uncomfortable, intimate, and he had to force himself to be still. The touch caressed his jaw and across his lips. He kept his lips closed, teeth tight.

  “Someone’s tense. You have to trust me, boy.”

  That was easier said than done. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You have to learn to give yourself entirely to your Master, to the experience.”

  How many times had he said something like that? Well, okay, not often. He wasn’t the chatty type—he sort of was a show-not-tell type, but the intention was the same.

  “You’re thinking too much.” His Dom’s weight was suddenly fully on him, a hard kiss spreading his lips open.

  He couldn’t help his moan, the way his lips opened to let the man in. The kiss was hard and soft at the same time, this Dom demanding to be let in and caressing the inside of his mouth like he was to be cherished once he was in. Leo made a sound, completely caught unawares.

  The kiss continued, the hard body on his covered in silk above the waist and leather below, the twin sensations erotic against his skin. There was a sudden, surprising chemistry, like kissing someone for the twentieth time.

  The Dom’s hands wrapped around his head, tilting it to take the kiss deeper. Soft sounds built in his chest, climbed up his throat. The long body undulated on him, stimulating him. Big. This man was big, solid, strong, and the smell was so good. Each kiss was followed by another, stealing his breath. Fuck, yes. He slid his hands up the Dom’s arms, the kiss wild.

  He could feel the heat, the hardness of his Dom’s cock pressing against his own, even through the leather. Yes. Fuck. Harder. He was fucking flying.

  The kiss ended as suddenly it had begun, his Dom tearing his mouth away. “You were told to be still.” Husky and wanton, his Dom couldn’t hide the need in his voice.

  Leo fought to catch his breath, to settle. That kiss. Fuck.

  His Dom’s smile was knowing. “That’s what I want, what you need. To let go, to lose control—to let someone else think.”

  The warm fingers wandered over his skin, no pattern, just touching. His breath slowed, little shivers taking him. One solid knee pushed between his legs, pressed up against his balls. He made himself breathe, stay loose, stay relaxed. One hand grabbed his cock, rubbed hard against the tip. His toes curled, his ass cheeks clenched.

  His right nipple was flicked. The same one as before. And, once again, just the right one. Jesus, that was maddening. His Dom flicked it again, harder this time. Leo set his teeth together, took a deep breath.

  “You can’t move, but you can make as much noise as you want.”

  Hopefully, he wouldn’t need to. Hopefully.

  This time his right nipple was tweaked hard. He grunted, muscles tight as he fought not to jerk away. There was finally—finally—a touch to his left nipple, something hot and wet surrounding it, suction starting. A surprised sound—mostly shock, but a good part pure hunger—left him.

  He felt the smile around his nipple. Oh, damn it. He had to admit, the guy was good.

  The long pulls around his nipple went straight to his cock, to his balls. His erection throbbed in time with the suction. His balls ached. The knee at his balls pushed slightly harder, the ache growing. His abs tightened, body clenching. The nipple not getting sucked was twisted sudde
nly.

  “Fuck!” He did shift that time. Fucker.

  The tip of his nipple was bitten, then soothed with the flat of his Dom’s tongue. His Dom. The thought made him nervous, worried, excited.

  His nipple was abandoned, that hot mouth settling over the pulse point on his neck. His eyes rolled. Marking him. The man was marking him. Shit.

  The suction started slowly, built. His breath caught in his chest, his body tingling. Sharp teeth scraped along his now very sensitive skin. Fuck. Fuck. He shivered, swallowing hard, over and over.

  His Dom’s tongue flicked over the hurt, then the suction started up again. A sound left him—part whine, part moan. A low moan sounded from his Dom and vibrated against his skin. Oh, fuck. So hot. Suddenly, he wanted to touch, to feel, to have another one of those kisses.

  The suction slowly ended, a long lick going from his nipple to his jaw, to his lips. He turned his head into the kiss. Those lips backed away for a moment, then pressed against his, this man clearly in charge of the kiss.

  This kiss was just as powerful as the last, the pressure stealing his breath, making him gasp. His Dom took advantage of his gasp, tongue pushing in deep. Leo’s mouth was plundered, explored, pleasured. Warm hands slid from his shoulders along his arms, finding his fingers and wrapping them together.

  Leo held on, that connection sure and important, grounding him. The kisses went on and on, stealing his breath. His focus. His good sense.

  The fingers tightened on his, the knee at his crotch shifting, pushing against the skin behind his balls. He grunted into the kiss, rocking against that pressure.

  “Needy boy.” The words were a bare whisper, then his mouth was being devoured again.

  Yes. Yes, he needed. Fuck.

  The whole leg shifted, pressing against his balls and his cock, rubbing them. Suddenly, the urge to orgasm hit him, made his eyes roll back. His Dom’s knee nudged the skin behind his balls hard. The jolt of electricity was sudden, sharp, and spunk sprayed from him, surprising the fuck out of him.

  “Smell that. Smell your spunk, you naughty, naughty boy.”

  He growled under his breath, furious at himself for the loss of control, pissed at the Dom for forcing him over. “Man, banging the gland is a guaranteed shot and you know it.”