It must be so much easier for girls, Max thought. They seemed to have no problem with telling or texting their friends, him included, all the necessary information about their future dates. Just in case, even if they weren’t planning anything kinky and didn’t even expect things could really turn ugly. Because, well, you never knew for sure if a guy was decent or not when you’d only been chatting with him online for a week or so, or had just met him in a bar.
For a man, it was kind of strange telling his mates, “I’ll be out on a date. Start worrying if I don’t text you in two hours.”
While Max fumbled with his keys in the dusky staircase, an idea crossed his mind. “Listen, if you have no one to confide in—do you have a telephone answering machine at home? Call yourself, leave a message. Leave my address, and my phone number, too. I don’t know where you’re living, so I won’t be able to delete it.”
He finally opened the door, a somewhat bulky thing, and they both stepped into a small entrance hall, hardly bigger than the lift. “It’s just for insurance,” he added. “You’ll be safe, but I want you to feel safe, too.”
Vadim grinned at him, more relaxed this time, and reached into the pocket of his jeans to produce a slim, almost paper-thin phone. “It’s like a spy novel. Hidden messages, mysterious strangers, and all that stuff. All right then, spell your address for me.”
****
After that, Max felt more confident. Maybe because he’d been successful at imposing his decision on the man he planned to top. That’s how he was supposed to be, wasn’t he? Cool, expert, and in control. Stern enough to be interesting for someone keen to submit.
“Now, leave your phone here, on the cabinet,” he ordered. “Put it on silent, so no one will interfere with what I’m about to do to you.” He clearly saw a gleam of anticipation in Vadim’s eyes. “Take your shoes off and come in.”
Vadim did as he was told, hastily toed off his sneakers, and followed Max into the small studio. Previously, it had been a tiny room and an equally tiny kitchen, but the recent renovation had turned them into a joined space, more or less well-lit on sunny days if slightly shadowed by an old ash tree spreading its knotty branches right in front of a small balcony. Now, the last beams of light broke through the maze of leaves creating sparks in Vadim’s reddish-brown hair and leaving glimmering pools of gold on the ceiling and creamy-yellow walls.
Vadim stood in the middle of the room, his gaze wandering in the direction of a double bed, and Max slowly circled him, eyeing his guest appreciatively in what he hoped to be a slightly unnerving manner—hands clasped easily behind his back, bare feet stepping soundlessly across a green carpet with thick, dense woolen pile, the only decoration in the studio, clearly bought by the owners in an attempt to make the rental apartment seem more homely. It felt soft and pleasantly ticklish.
“Before we begin, tell me your safeword,” Max said at last, satisfied with his survey.
Vadim winced, as if annoyed. “Is it really necessary?”
Well that was a surprise. Max had always thought a safeword, stop-slovo in Russian, was essential to every BDSM community. As far as he could tell from weeks of night chatting, there was no exception to this formality in Moscow. Why would Vadim be reluctant to use one?
Max stopped directly in front of him, in his personal space, and let out a slow smile, not exactly threatening but still dangerous. At least he thought so. He’d been practicing it in the mirror for a long, long time. “I’m going to establish some ground rules here,” he said in a low voice. “When I give you an order, you obey me. Instantly. If you don’t, I’ll have to assume you misunderstand your position and think you have some control left. Then I’ll have to correct your flawed reasoning in the most visceral way possible. Is it clear enough?”
“Yes,” Vadim whispered after a small pause.
“Good.” Max unclasped his hands and traced down Vadim’s left cheek and then his throat with a finger. Vadim shivered under the touch. “Show me you can be obedient then. Give me your safeword.”
“Red.” Vadim’s voice hitched when Max brought his thumb across the young man’s smoothly-shaved chin and touched his plush bottom lip.
“That will do,” Max confirmed. A reasonable choice for playing with a stranger, an international safeword code. It was like traffic lights, easy to remember. Red for stop, yellow for a breather. “Ready to begin?”
“I thought we had already,” Vadim murmured cheekily, eyes now closed halfway, shaded by long eyelashes, and lips wantonly parted as Max kept stroking his chin. But he gasped and his eyes fluttered open when Max squeezed it sharply, drawing him in for a quick harsh kiss that vaguely tasted of coffee and cigarettes and then let him go. “Now we have.”
Vadim smiled, his pupils blown and his breathing uneven. He seemed to relish rough treatment. That was encouraging.
Max stepped back and pointed at a leather armchair in the corner. “Undress. Fold your clothes and lay them there.”
Vadim peeled his socks off, gracefully balancing first on one foot, then on the other. Max watched hungrily as the jeans slid down and the shorts followed. Vadim folded and placed them on the armchair and turned to look back, lingering to take his t-shirt off and worrying its hem, as if suddenly hesitant. Max let his gaze glide down Vadim’s body. Naked from the waist down, with his cock eagerly rising from the nest of trimmed, shamelessly red pubic hair, the young man looked more obscene than if he’d been completely nude.
Okay, the t-shirt could come off later, Max decided, and beckoned Vadim to step closer. “Such a gorgeous plaything, aren’t you?” he sing-songed, running a hand along Vadim’s thigh. “So eager to start the game that you don’t really care about the rules. It could get you into deep, deep trouble one day. What if I tied you up now, hands behind your back? What if I blindfolded and gagged you? You’d be completely helpless then. At my mercy. Would you agree to that?”
Vadim’s cock lurched at the idea.
“Oh you’d like it, wouldn’t you? Thrilling, isn’t it. The danger,” Max whispered, lips brushing against Vadim’s neck. “Has no one ever told you that you should never let yourself be tied up on a first date? Get to know the top’s style without bondage first? I could mistreat you, tie you up so tight that the rope would chafe your skin, and keep you like that for hours. I could do whatever I wanted to you.”
A strangled sound escaped Vadim’s throat, and his hips jerked. Max laughed quietly. “Desperate, are you? You’re so careless because of it. I’m afraid I should teach you a lesson.” Suddenly rough, he easily turned his dazed sub around and pushed him to the bed, securing him by the elbows. Vadim thrashed a few times in his grip, but probably more for show, because Max easily bent him over his lap and pinned him down. Now the young man was restrained by a leg over his thighs and a hand in the small of his back. No chance to squirm off.
“Shh. Stop fighting.” Max caressed the oval-shaped buttocks with his free hand. “It’s for your own sake. I said I’d take care of you, and I will. I’ll make sure you’re more cautious with strangers from now on.”
He craved to know he was doing everything right and his sub—even if just for one night—was enjoying it, too. The most convincing evidence was Vadim’s unflagging erection. Fine then. Time to begin the real deal.
Smack! The first slap was mild, but Vadim still gasped. Max kept his hand on the skin for a second, then slowly rubbed the stinging spot. “You know you had it coming.”
He delivered another blow with a cupped hand, and another one, alternating cheeks. Vadim’s buttocks wobbled from the swats—a delicious sensation under Max’s hand. At first, Max went light but began increasing the spanking’s force, and the pace, too, careful not to hit the tailbone. Smack! Smack! The room filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, resonating hollow thuds. After the second dozen, Vadim squirmed in his lap, erection pressing urgently against Max’s thigh. The creamy white skin changed to rosy-red and warmed to the touch. Another dozen, and Vadim couldn’t hold back his low
growling at each whack, but he wasn’t fighting anymore, lax and accepting every blow without thrashing about.
Finally, Max stopped and softly swiped his fingertips over the heated buttocks. Vadim groaned but didn’t struggle, and Max dug his nails deeper into the sensitive reddened skin. “This should clear your mind I think.” His hand was throbbing, but the discomfort was almost pleasant. “How about you thank me for the lesson? Kneel. Now.”
Without waiting, Vadim slid down from the bed and sat between Max’s knees, the movement fluid and graceful. Max brushed his hand through Vadim’s reddish-brown hair, took a handful of silky curls into a firm grip, and forced the young man’s head to his crotch. “Mouth. Now.” Vadim promptly unzipped the fly on Max’s jeans and licked his bulging erection through the fabric of his briefs with a broad stroke of the tongue over the tented cotton. Max held back a moan of his own. When Vadim freed his cock, the release of pressure was heady. Max sighed with relief and stretched his legs farther apart.
Vadim leisurely caressed the shaft with only the very tip of his tongue, then he took the head into his mouth and sucked hard. It was difficult not to push forward. The sucking became deeper, and Vadim moved faster, holding the base of Max’s cock, the thin leather bracelets brushing teasingly against his inner thigh now and then.
Soon Max felt his balls tighten, warning him of impending release. He fought the instinct and pulled back. He had more plans for tonight. Vadim backed away, too, wiping his mouth, his own cock hard and neglected in his lap.
"You want relief?" Max asked, his voice husky.
Vadim nodded, his fingers curling against his thighs and his face upturned and so beautifully submissive that it was better than any fantasy Max had ever had. Max ran a hand through the soft wayward curls with sudden fondness, not just desire, and generously permitted, “Touch yourself then.”
Vadim quickly brought a hand to his erection. It didn’t take long before he stroked at a furious pace, eyes half closed, an expression of need on his face…
“Stop,” Max suddenly ordered, and Vadim let out a whimpered breath of disappointment but obeyed at once.
“Your t-shirt,” Max pointed out, “you’re still wearing it, and yet I distinctly remember telling you to undress completely. Do you really think you deserve release, ignoring my words like that?”
Vadim didn’t answer, and his gaze lowered.
“Take it off, too,” Max commanded, regarding him sternly. “Come on, don’t make me wait.”
Vadim liсked his lower lip like he was nervous. “I don’t think you’ll like what you’ll see.”
“I’ll decide what I like and what I don’t. Don’t question my commands next time, unless you want to leave. They are quite simple. No need to think them over.” Max took hold of Vadim’s t-shirt. “Arms up.”
Vadim complied. Max dragged the t-shirt up and off, crumpled it with both hands, threw it onto the chair like a large snowball, and then looked the naked young man at his feet up and down. “Actually, I like what I see. A lot.” Vadim’s chest was smooth, with only a fine dusting of light hair. Max leaned in, grabbed a dark pink nipple, and pinched it between his thumb and the side of his index finger. “So sensitive. No, no, stay still.” He squeezed harder. “That’s for hesitating to obey me.”
Vadim’s face contorted when Max twisted the nipple ruthlessly and dug a nail into it, but he stayed in place.
“Good boy,” Max murmured. “Maybe I should let you come after all. Onto the bed now. I’m going to make good use of you.”
While Max hastily kicked his jeans and underwear off—not as gracefully as his guest had done—Vadim settled on the bed, strangely innocent-looking in his nudity, perhaps because the nervous look was back on his face. His arms were stretched above his head, the leather bracelets setting off the whiteness of his skin all the more now that the last piece of clothing was stripped of him.
Wasn’t it uncomfortable, lying on the freshly-spanked backside, Max wondered. But maybe that was the point.
He reached for a condom from the upper drawer of the nightstand. Not that he had been sure he’d get laid tonight, but wasn’t it good to be prepared? He ripped the package open, gave his cock a few encouraging strokes and applied the condom, trying not to be too hasty. Having taken care of himself, he took both hands to his sub’s genitals and fondled his balls and played with his penis until Vadim started pushing his hips forward, those slim, boyish hips, unable to stay still.
Changing the tactics, Max flipped him over … and froze. Vadim’s back was covered with fading yellowish bruises and pink marks, freshly healed abrasions of some kind. Not a newbie then?
Vadim sighed and eased himself from under him. Shoulders now hunched, he sat on the side of the bed, plucking at the bracelets on his wrist. “I said you wouldn’t like it. I know it’s a turn off. Should have waited until it healed completely…”
Did Vadim like it? The pain, the marks? They looked unpleasant though, and Vadim seemed to be ashamed of them.
“Should I go?” Vadim’s voice trailed off, and it was what made Max reach for him and pull the young man back into the circle of his arms.
“You stay,” he commanded, lips ghosting over Vadim’s neck. “Unless you want to say a certain word to me, I’m not done with you, boy.” It was strange calling someone not much younger than himself a boy, and yet it felt right, just like the surge of protection that coiled inside his chest. “I said I’d take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
He pushed Vadim face down into the pillows and stroked down from Vadim’s nape, along his spine to the small of the back. Such delicate pale skin. Bruises must fade slowly on it. “If you were mine, I would have never done such a thing to you, I wouldn’t damage you,” Max promised softly and felt Vadim’s body relax into the touch. Max ran his fingers lightly over the thoroughly-spanked buttocks, not pressing too hard this time, then parted them gently and circled a finger around the exposed hole. Vadim hummed at that, his arousal building up again. Yeah, much better.
“I would do many other things to you though,” Max said dreamily. He bent closer, pressing light kisses to the base of Vadim’s spine, and whispered against the sensitive skin. “So many, many interesting things.”
Another important item was fetched from the top drawer of the nightstand, and Max worked a dollop of lube into the pink puckered orifice that twitched enticingly. A finger breached the tight ring of muscle and a second one slipped beside the first, relaxing the muscles with a circular motion.
Max eased himself into the tight opening, working his way deeper and deeper, kneading both buttocks at the same time, so that Vadim was torn between two discomforting and yet obviously arousing sensations. At first Max went slow, but when Vadim started pushing back, needy and desperate, he picked up the pace. “You are such a turn on,” Max breathed out hoarsely, tightening his grip on Vadim’s slim hips. “So good. Posh. A real prize.” His balls slapped against the spanked flesh with every thrust. “So good, you’re so good,” he muttered again, uncharacteristically talkative. Maybe it was because he was dazed with lust. Max leaned forward, wrapped one arm around Vadim’s waist to anchor himself, and slid the other to stroke Vadim’s erection, its weight and heat in his hand as erotic as the sensation of moving inside the tight pulsing passage. Vadim arched under him, and Max felt the sudden stiffening in his body the second before hot spurts of semen pumped between his fingers. After a few more hasty shoves Max came too, his orgasm blinding. They collapsed onto the sheets, completely sated and unable to move for quite some time.
Max finally rose and got rid of the spent condom and brought wet wipes to clean the traces of cum from Vadim’s belly. There was a wet, sticky patch marring the sheet too, but the mattress was large enough, they could somehow settle for the night and avoid it. He climbed back onto the bed, and Vadim snuggled in close. “Do you mind if I stay?”
“Of course you’re staying.” Max stroked a lazy hand through Vadim’s unruly hair, and Vadim p
ressed up into the touch.
Max had always thought he craved being in control the most, and that it meant giving commands, restraining and punishing when needed—in other words, being all bossy and strict, harsh even. But now he felt pleased and contented just because Vadim clung to him like safety and comfort were to be found in Max’s arms. Soothing someone insecure and hurt turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable, giving him self-assurance nothing much less than playing power games could.
Maybe it was not a very dominant thing to do, falling asleep cuddling with your sub, but drowsy as he was, Max didn’t care at all.
Chapter Two
The Morning After and the Day Later-
Waking up beside the man you’d spanked the night before wasn’t as awkward as Max would have expected. It was nice, actually. He hadn’t bothered to draw the curtains, but the early morning light seeping through the heavy foliage of the ash tree was pleasantly not too bright. Vadim shifted sleepily beside him, nuzzled against his shoulder, and Max couldn’t resist the temptation to slide a hand along Vadim’s back and squeeze his ass playfully. Vadim let out a strangled yelp and popped up on his elbows, properly awake now.
“Cruel,” he complained and leaned in to plant a kiss against Max’s lips, just a quick peck on the mouth.
“Yeah,” Max admitted eagerly. “I am.”
After that, it was only natural that he made his equally eager sub take care of his morning hard-on before watching Vadim handle his own rather spectacular erection. A show certainly worth an early wake-up.
While Vadim showered, his leather bracelets abandoned on the nightstand beside the bed, Max cooked breakfast. It was nothing too fancy, just scrambled eggs and bacon, his post-coital meal of choice, but Vadim seemed to be surprised anyway. Maybe it was another non-dominant thing Max shouldn’t have done, but he enjoyed watching his—lover? partner? sub for one night only?—clearing the plate with obvious appetite. He could easily imagine it was just an ordinary morning, one of many, when Vadim ate breakfast in his studio, casually half-naked, his reddish hair still slightly damp after the shower. Vadim had put his jeans on, which was a pity. Max would rather keep him naked and kneeling by the table and maybe hand-feed him morsels from his own plate. It was an exciting but fairly ridiculous idea, not something you would mention in an off-hand manner to a man you barely knew.
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