Golden Boy Two-Volume Set

by Claire Thompson

  “I don’t know,” Johnny finally said.

  Eric smacked him again, harder even than before. “You will know before this night is out, I promise you that.” He struck him again, watching the tender flesh darken, feeling its heat, knowing Johnny’s suffering.

  Eric released Johnny’s bonds. Johnny lay still, his breathing eventually slowing. The moment Johnny’s hands were free, they went to his burning ass, as Eric had known they would. Eric got the tube of K-Y and smeared a generous amount between Johnny’s ass cheeks. Johnny moaned at Eric’s touch.

  “Get on your hands and knees, slave. I’m ready to teach you whose ass that is. I’m going to take you like you’ve wanted me to from the moment we met. I’m going to fuck you and you’re not only going to take it, you’re going to love it.”

  Visibly trembling, Johnny obeyed, his head down, his expression obscured by the golden sheet of hair falling over his eyes. His rock-hard cock was testament to his arousal. Eric knew that, despite his fear, indeed partially because of it, Johnny wanted what Eric promised more than anything in the world.

  Chapter 11

  Johnny heard the sound of foil tearing and knew Eric was putting a condom on his own cock. He craned his head around, though he remained obediently on his hands and knees, his ass still stinging from the spanking. His heart beat so fast he had a hard time catching his breath, and for a moment, he thought he might actually pass out.

  When Eric crouched behind him and Johnny felt the head of Eric’s cock touch his lubed asshole, the muscles in Johnny’s arms and legs suddenly melted into jelly. The lightheadedness segued into full scale dizziness and he collapsed onto the bed. He lay there sweating and nauseated, a ringing in his ears.

  Eric pulled quickly away. “Johnny,” Eric soothed, “It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. This is a lot to handle. I think I’m rushing you again. Just relax.” Sitting beside Johnny, he stroked Johnny’s back until the world seemed to right itself, Johnny’s nausea and dizziness fading.

  Johnny lay still, feeling like a fool, silently grateful for Eric’s understanding. After a while he felt the give in the mattress as Eric rose and stepped away. Johnny heard the sound of running water in the bathroom and a moment later Eric was back, a warm, wet washcloth in his hand. Gently, Eric pushed at Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny rolled over onto his back.

  “I’m sorry—” he started to say, but Eric stopped him with a closed-mouth kiss to his lips.

  “Nothing to be sorry for, baby. We have all the time in the world.” Pushing Johnny’s hair from his forehead, he placed the warm, damp cloth against his skin. It felt good, and Johnny closed his eyes. He lay still, drifting on the edge of sleep for a while, Eric beside him smoothing his hair.

  When next he opened his eyes, the room was dark, save for a silvering of light from the moon outside the window. Johnny sat up suddenly, taking a moment to get his bearings and realize where he was. Eric slept beside him, his face much younger in repose, the thick fringe of dark lashes actually brushing his cheeks, his lips full and red, curled into a small smile as he slept.

  Johnny felt a surge of tenderness as he looked at the sleeping man. He stroked Eric’s cheek lightly, feeling the stubble with the tips of his fingers. Eric lay naked on his side, his cock flaccid. On an impulse, Johnny scooted down so his face was level with Eric’s penis. He licked the head, circling around it with his tongue, tasting the salty tang.

  He let his tongue slide down the loose-fleshed shaft, marveling as it swelled against his lips. It wasn’t long before Eric’s cock had grown like a magic beanstalk, rising straight and hard, though Eric still appeared to be asleep.

  Johnny savored the quiet moment, enjoying his chance to explore Eric’s cock without having to perform or impress. He licked slowly around the base of the shaft, tonguing the soft balls covered in a light down. He licked below the balls, along the line leading to Eric’s nether entrance, before sliding back up again to fully take the cock into his mouth. He felt his own erection pressing against the bed and shifted a little to accommodate it.

  Eric moaned at last, his eyes coming open, the irises almost as dark as the dilated pupils as he stared down at his lover. He didn’t speak, but put his hand on the back of Johnny’s head, silently indicating he should continue. Johnny complied, his own cock stiffening even further at Eric’s touch.

  Johnny couldn’t get enough of Eric’s delicious, hard cock. He’d completely gotten over his gag reflex. He loved the soft moans he wrested from Eric each time he slid his mouth all the way down the shaft, letting Eric’s cock rest deep in his throat. At one point, Eric held his head still while the cock was positioned in such a way as to cut off Johnny’s airflow.

  Johnny didn’t resist, feeling a curious but intense thrill at the knowledge Eric controlled even his breath. Johnny knew he would probably have instinctively fought back if it actually came down to a matter of life or death, but just as instinctively he knew he could trust Eric not to endanger him. Because he experienced that level of trust, he felt free to revel in the sheer eroticism of completely giving up control.

  When Eric finally pulled away, Johnny took in a grateful breath. His cock was throbbing, his balls tight. Eric whispered, “Are you ready, Johnny? Ready to truly become mine?”

  Johnny nodded, a thrill of fear racing through his blood, igniting the fire of his fierce desire. Again Eric smeared lubricant on Johnny’s virgin asshole. Again he opened a plastic-wrapped coin, removing the condom rolled inside. He slid it expertly over his own full erection. Again he commanded Johnny to get up on his hands and knees, and Johnny obeyed willingly, even eagerly, though his heart hammered in his chest.

  When Eric’s cock touched his anus, Johnny jumped a little, but then recalled himself, forcing himself to stay still. He could do this. He’d had that dildo in his ass half a dozen times. But the dildo was much smaller than Eric’s erect cock and Johnny knew it. By the same token, he reminded himself, a real cock was also more yielding than the molded rubber, bending to Johnny’s curves as Eric gently entered him.

  When Eric was maybe halfway in, Johnny experienced a sudden, sharp pain in his rectum. He jerked forward with a startled cry, but Eric’s hands were ready, firmly gripping Johnny’s hips to keep him from pulling away entirely.

  “Shh, shh,” Eric whispered, his cock still lodged inside Johnny’s ass. “You’re doing beautifully. That was it, baby. That was the worst part. You’re not a virgin anymore!” He laughed softly. “Now all you have to do is relax and let me please you. Let me give you the pleasure you’ve been waiting all your life to receive.”

  Johnny absorbed Eric’s words with a kind of wonderment. He was no longer a virgin! His body relaxed, his muscles easing. Eric nuzzled the back of his neck as he slid his cock the rest of the way, until Johnny could feel Eric’s balls against his ass. Eric wrapped his strong arms around Johnny’s torso and lay his head on Johnny’s back.

  They stayed like that for several moments. Johnny wanted to feel Eric move inside him and he pushed back against Eric in a silent plea. Eric, taking Johnny’s cue, lifted himself again, placing his hands on Johnny’s hips. He began a slow sort of glide that made Johnny shudder with pleasure as Eric moved in, deeper and deeper, and then slid out, almost all the way but not quite, before pressing back home again. The rhythm varied so Johnny didn’t know what to expect, each sudden thrust making him shudder and cry out, at first with fear then with rising lust, finally with aching, arching pleasure.

  As Eric fucked him, he reached around, massaging Johnny’s cock with fingers oiled with lubricant. The combination of those skilled fingers and the iron-hard cock up his ass was like nothing Johnny had ever experienced or even dreamed of.

  Their bodies began to move together, Johnny’s uncontrolled tremble and spasm milking Eric’s cock while Eric stroked and teased Johnny’s cock until he was about to explode. “I’m gonna come, baby!” Eric gasped. Their bodies slid against one another, slick with sweat. As Eric thrust hard against him, Johnny gave
over to his own orgasm, spurting his seed over Eric’s fingers as they fell together in a kind of slow-motion to the bed.

  They lay still for a long time, bathed in the moonlight as the sweat cooled and dried on their bodies. Johnny could feel his own heart thudding, and he could feel Eric’s heart as well, beating fast as a little captured bird against his back. After a while Eric slowly pulled out, tossing his used condom into the trashcan beside the bed before taking Johnny into his arms.

  As they drifted together toward a sweet, easy sleep, Johnny realized he was happier than he’d ever been in his life.

  ~*~

  Wednesday evening found Johnny at Amanda’s. It was their movie night, and Amanda had warned Johnny she expected a full accounting of every single moment he’d spent with Eric. Johnny had laughingly told her he didn’t kiss and tell.

  Now Johnny fingered the thin strip of black leather he wore around his left wrist. Amanda’s eye was drawn to the bracelet as Johnny fiddled with it.

  “What’s that?” she asked, reaching to touch the soft leather. “I’ve never seen you wear a bracelet before. It’s cool.”

  Johnny couldn’t contain the broad smile that broke over his face. “It’s nothing,” he said with exaggerated nonchalance. “Just something Eric gave me.” In fact it was something, something amazing. “This is a reminder for you—of what you are and who you belong to,” Eric had said as he had secured the bracelet around Johnny’s wrist. But Johnny didn’t share this with Amanda. It was too new, and too precious.

  Even without knowing its full significance, Amanda was impressed. “Wow,” she enthused. “How cool is that? Eric Méndez gave my Johnny a token of his affection!” She looked at the leather bracelet more carefully, fingering the catch, a ring of silver sewn into each side of the strip of leather to hold it around Johnny’s wrist.

  “Hmm,” she said, lifting her brows. “There’s no way to open this. It’s like it’s in place permanently, unless you broke the ring or cut the leather.” She looked up at Johnny, her eyes widening. “That looks like a slave collar to me, Johnny Wilson. Someone in this room is a slave and it sure as hell ain’t me!” She laughed, adding, “Am I right?”

  Johnny blushed and ducked his head. While he was deeply happy to be wearing the bracelet, he hadn’t realized its nature would be so obvious to someone else. Covering it self-consciously with his other hand he said, “Jeez, Amanda. You sure can cut to the chase, you know?”

  “I knew it! I knew it! No way would Eric Méndez waste his time with just anyone.”

  “How do you know so much about Eric Méndez? Since when have you become a fag hag?”

  “Since I met you, you big dope!” Amanda punched him playfully on the arm. “And don’t use that term—it’s insulting to us both.” She punched him again, and this time Johnny punched her back, though playfully. Amanda grabbed his arm, twisting it until he pulled away and lunged toward her, pinning her arms as she struggled. They tussled and laughed like bear cubs before falling apart, sprawled across the couch with their legs thrown over one another, only their breathing breaking the comfortable silence.

  Finally Amanda sat up and ran her fingers through her spiky hair, this week thickly striped with blondes, oranges and browns—in honor of upcoming Halloween, she explained. “But seriously,” she said, picking up the thread of their conversation. “Marlon told me all about Eric. He’s, like, famous. I mean, that’s relative of course. But in his circle, in the gay BDSM crowd, the guy is a god.”

  Johnny sat up, a warm pride surging through him to know his man was so highly regarded. Like any new lover wanting to know more, he demanded, “What do you mean? What have you heard? Tell me everything.” Johnny realized in the two amazing weekends Eric and he had spent together so far, they’d talked very little about day-to-day things, focusing more on ideas, philosophies and shared dreams.

  Eric had talked about some of his past lovers and about his experience as a Dom. He had mentioned hanging out at various BDSM clubs and training a few men for fun from time to time, but he’d been rather vague. Johnny hadn’t wanted to press, content with whatever Eric chose to share, everything being new and fascinating to him. He could listen to Eric’s deep, lilting voice for hours, even if he were just reading aloud from the phone book.

  Amanda tilted her head at her friend and grinned. “You are in love,” she informed him. When Johnny didn’t deny it, she added, “Saints preserve us, Johnny’s in love!” She put her hands up to her face, opening her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes wide and dancing.

  “Shut up!” Johnny threw a sofa cushion at her and Amanda ducked, letting it sail by.

  “Okay, okay,” she relented. “Let me tell you what Marlon told me.” She reached down and grabbed the cushion Johnny had hurled at her, hugging it to her torso as she leaned toward Johnny.

  “I’m sure he’s probably already told you everything I’m going to tell you, that is, if you guys even talked at all!” She winked lasciviously at him. “But let’s see…” She looked up at the ceiling, collecting her thoughts.

  “Marlon has told me Eric Méndez is the king of the gay BDSM scene. Has he taken you to a club yet?” Johnny shook his head no. Amanda nodded knowingly. “I didn’t think so. When he does, you better not keep that to yourself, Johnny Wilson! I’m going to want details, boy. Details!”

  “Focus,” Johnny said, laughing.

  “Okay. Yeah. So the story is, Eric is unattainable.” Johnny frowned, his eyebrows knitting together. “I mean till now, obviously. How could any guy resist my J?” As Johnny smiled, she continued, “But seriously, his rep is he’s hot as molten lava but his heart is made of ice. He plays the scene but no one ever goes home with Eric. Or if they do, they have to leave before dawn.”

  She leaned forward conspiratorially. “His rep, and this could all be bullshit, you know how people like a good story, a good icon, but anyway, his rep is dangerous Dom. He won’t hesitate to whip someone to shreds, if that’s what they or their Master wants. But unlike a lot of those guys who are into serious pain and suffering, Eric prefers more subtle methods of torture—like tying a guy totally naked in the middle of the club, for example, and letting everyone who comes in do something to him. Like drop hot wax on his cock, maybe, or put a ball gag in his mouth, or jerk off on his chest.”

  Johnny listened intently, trying to reconcile the Eric he knew with this diabolical Dom she described. “He’ll leave the guy bound for a long time, making sure he’s always near orgasm but never permitted to come. When he finally unties the guy, he’s allowed to jerk himself off while kneeling in front of Eric. Marlon’s pal, Jack, said one time this guy was so hot, he knelt and after two strokes shot his load all over Eric’s fancy leather boots. Eric made him lick it off.”

  “Man,” Johnny whispered. “This doesn’t sound like my Eric at all.”

  “Your Eric, huh?” Amanda grinned at him. In a more serious tone she said, “Listen, J, I know you’re new to this gay thing. I know you’ve lived this incredibly sheltered life over there in Brooklyn, but gay guys are still guys. They can act totally different when they’re out to impress.”

  Johnny frowned. Amanda continued, “Think about it. With your buddies back home, they might be real jerks at the gym or hanging out at the sports bar. Roughing each other up, calling each other names. They aren’t really serious, but it’s how they interact when they wanna act all tough and macho. But at home with their wife or girlfriend they might be the most loving, sensitive, sweet guy around. They’re still the same guy, but they’re displaying different aspects of their personality.”

  She pursed her lips, fixing Johnny with a bold stare. “Now, you haven’t told me much about you and Eric so far. Which you’re going to rectify, by the way, before I kill you.” From her expression, Johnny knew she was only half kidding. It wasn’t like she was letting him get a word in edgewise. Amanda continued, “From what you have told me, you and Eric are courting. He’s showing his romantic side to you. His soft side. The side a
straight man would show to his woman. But he’s still Eric Méndez, the hottest, sexiest Dom on the gay scene and he has a reputation to uphold, and from what Marlon’s pal Jack has shared, he has fun upholding it.”

  Johnny nodded. He found himself excited at the prospect of going to one of those BDSM clubs with Eric. He remembered suddenly Ginger’s obvious pride at being with Eric. A sudden, icy finger of fear dragged along Johnny’s back as he recalled how easily Eric had let Ginger go. Would Johnny be next, just another flash in the pan for the “famous” Eric Méndez?

  He blew out a breath and Amanda demanded, “What? What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know, nothing,” Johnny lied.

  Amanda stared at him for a few seconds, and then shrugged. “Okay, if you say so. I’m going to get the popcorn and beer and you’re going to spill your guts. This will be way more entertaining than a movie!”

  They popped popcorn in the microwave, and Amanda filled a small cooler with ice and bottles of beer. “So we won’t have to get up later,” she explained with a grin. Back in her living room, they sat munching and drinking beer for a while before Amanda, licking some butter from her fingers, finally said, “Here’s what I want to know.”

  She paused expectantly until Johnny finally said, “Okay, what?”

  “Everything!” she finally said with a guffaw. “We have all night.”

  If it had been anyone else, Johnny would have clammed up. He was not in the habit of sharing his personal life with anyone, ever. Up until now it hadn’t been much of a personal life, but more a series of failures with women and a secret questioning about his ability to connect with anyone.

  But Amanda was different. She’d been different from the moment he’d met her, and he’d always implicitly known he could trust her. And truthfully, if it weren’t for her, would he be with Eric now? Would he have had the courage to discover his sexuality on his own? To embrace it so readily without her sisterly encouragement and support?