How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps

by Josephine Myles

  “Mmm, yes please, Sir.” Eddie licked Jeff’s ear.

  “Oi, less of that!”

  Eddie grinned like the cat that had scoffed down the whole bloody pint of cream.

  Jeff led them over to a group of people standing around a St Andrew’s Cross. It was the biggest crowd, so clearly something special was going on here. He glared at the shoulders of a tall bloke in a long leather coat. Why couldn’t Jeff be four inches taller? Okay, so he’d still be shorter than Eddie, but at least he’d have a better chance of seeing stuff in crowds.

  Just then, the couple in front of them left, and Jeff got to see what was going on. A woman was strapped to the cross. She was pretty. Long dark hair. Relatively normal looking despite her collar, corset and fishnets. Better yet, her tits were hanging out the top. He recognised her then for the woman he’d seen being led around on the lead earlier. And right now she was getting spanked between the legs and looking like she was enjoying every moment of it. Properly enjoying it too, if the wetness on her Dom’s fingers was anything to go by.

  “So, what do you reckon?” Eddie asked. “Is this more what you were after?”

  “Yeah, she’s cute,” Jeff said. It was a shame about the tattoos, but at least they were just on her arms. And he had no objections to piercings through nipples. Especially when it was a pair as juicy and prominent as those. He adjusted his dick, which was currently attempting to drill through his fly. “I’d do her.”

  Eddie snorted. “Yeah, okay. I’d do him, for what it’s worth.”

  Jeff hadn’t even looked at the Dom, other than to register the wetness on the bloke’s fingers, but he tore his eyes away from Miss Wobbly-heels to see what Eddie was going on about.

  Just a bloke. Leather trousers and a black shirt, like just about every other Dom here. At least this one didn’t have a ponytail. He had sensible cropped hair like Jeff’s, and he was fairly well built. Not all that tall, though, he was pleased to see. “Dunno what you see in him. There’s better-looking blokes here.”

  “Like who?”

  Fuck. Jeff glanced around, trying to make it look like he wasn’t checking out the blokes even when he quite blatantly was. “I dunno. That one over there. The bloke in the funny harness thing.” It looked nice, the way those metal circles went round his nipples. Like the one Eddie had been wearing in that photo he’d showed him. Damn, Jeff should have asked him to wear it tonight.

  “What, the one in the fishnets and hot pants?” Eddie asked.

  “Yeah, that’s the one.”

  Eddie squinted at Jeff.

  “What?”

  Eddie shook his head. “Trust you to pick out the most girly-looking man in the room.”

  “He doesn’t look girly. Get a load of those muscles in his legs. Bet he’s flexible as well as strong. And you’d never get a harness like that over a pair of tits. He’s got a nice pair of nips too. I could have fun with those.” Great. Now he was discussing the merits of another man’s body in terms of sex. What the fuck was going on with him these days?

  “He’s got a really pretty face, though.”

  Eddie sounded so put out about it, Jeff struggled to understand what was going on beneath the surface. Jealous? Nah, couldn’t be. Eddie was too confident to feel jealous about other men. “I wasn’t looking at his face,” Jeff admitted. He turned back to fishnets-harness man. “Nah. He’s not pretty. Just looks like a bloke to me. Blokes aren’t pretty.”

  “But she is?” Eddie gestured in the direction of Miss Wobbly-heels, who was currently licking her Dom’s fingers clean. Fuck. Had they just missed her coming?

  “Yeah.” Jeff rubbed at his cock, absentmindedly. “She’s pretty. Sexy too. Nice tits. You think they’re going to go at it some more?”

  “I doubt it. We should move on.”

  “Nah, it looks like he’s going to hit her with the crop next. We’ll stay.” Jeff wound the lead tight around his hand and pushed on Eddie’s shoulder to get him down on his knees. There. Now he could use the top of Eddie’s head as an arm rest, and he got the comfort of touching him like that. It was even nicer when Eddie leaned in and plastered himself against Jeff’s leg.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Eddie knelt on the floor, fuming. He had no right to feel this way, he knew. Jeff was straight. Or at least, Jeff thought he was straight. Mostly. And he had every right to look at women. Especially when they were exhibitionist painsluts who clearly got a thrill out of being leched at by a group of strangers.

  But it didn’t mean Eddie had to like it.

  So when he pressed himself up against Jeff’s side, it was pure possessiveness. Fuck it. Jeff was his for this last night, and Eddie wanted everyone to know it.

  He ignored the spectacle going on in front of them and concentrated instead on working his hands carefully up to Jeff’s fly. So far so good. Jeff didn’t seem to have noticed. Now if he could slip a hand inside maybe they’d be the ones everyone was watching. Public gay blowjobs had to beat public pussy spankings in terms of spectator value, surely?

  Eddie was just struggling with the button at the top of Jeff’s leather jeans when a hand clamped down on his.

  “What do you think you’re up to?” Jeff growled.

  Uh-oh. Jeff grabbed a fistful of Eddie’s hair and dragged him to his feet. His scalp was on fire, but being treated like that just got Eddie even more turned on. Maybe there was something wrong with him, but a virile, pissed-off man was the epitome of sexiness. If it weren’t for the cock ring holding him back, Eddie would have come there and then.

  “Well?” Jeff demanded.

  “I thought you might enjoy the show more with your cock in my mouth.”

  “You don’t get to make the decisions. You see this lead? This collar?”

  “Of course I can’t see the fucking collar. I haven’t got eyes under my chin.”

  “You know exactly what I mean, smart-arse.” Jeff glared forbiddingly, and Eddie glared right back at him. He wasn’t going to do humble right now. He wanted an angry Top to match the way he was feeling inside.

  But all Eddie’s posturing didn’t seem to make the slightest bit of difference to Jeff. He continued in the same stern tone. “This collar?” He tugged the lead hard so Eddie stumbled against him, and now Jeff was talking right into his ear. “This collar means you’re mine, and I’m in charge of everything you do. You don’t even get to go and take a leak without asking my permission first.”

  “You wouldn’t deny me, though, would you?”

  “I don’t know. It depends how well you’ve been behaving yourself.” Now Jeff smiled, the smug bastard. He knew just how to play Eddie, it would seem. “But first I think you’re going to need punishing for what you just did.”

  Punishment! Eddie shivered with delicious anticipation. What would Jeff do to him here in public? All these people would get to see what a wanton slut he was. It was humiliating, but in the very best kind of way.

  And so when Jeff led him over to one of the curtained booths Eddie had to bite back a moan of annoyance. “Can’t we do it public, Sir?”

  “Not what I’ve got in mind,” Jeff said, letting the curtain drop back behind them. The space inside was dimly lit, the walls, ceiling and floor black, all except for the mirrored wall. And the only bit of furniture was a low spanking bench. “Down you go.” Jeff grabbed the back of Eddie’s neck and steered him until he was leaning over the bench. It was pretty wobbly and didn’t appear to be fixed to the floor, making Eddie suspect the equipment had just been brought in for the night. Still, there was something seedy about being spanked over a dilapidated bench. It was the sadomasochistic equivalent of sex in an alleyway, or something.

  But he stopped thinking when Jeff pulled his kilt up and yanked down on his balls. “Ow!”

  “Legs apart. Wider.” Jeff’s voice had a hard, commanding edge to it that turned Eddie into a puddle
of lust. It was tough to move when your limbs had liquefied, so Jeff had to help him by kicking his ankles out.

  “Are you going to stay like that, or am I going to need to strap you down?”

  Normally Eddie would want to be tied down, but not to a bench this wobbly. “I’m good.”

  “You haven’t been very good so far.” Pain exploded across Eddie’s buttocks. “You’ve been a dirty slut, and you need to remember who’s boss.”

  “Yessir.” Another blow landed, and another. Eddie arched into them, floating on the pain. Jeff’s hand was the best. Even as he picked up the pace and the stinging reached the point of unbearable. “Arrrgh!” Eddie couldn’t help wriggling, trying to turn away from the onslaught.

  “Stay still, bitch.” Jeff’s hand pinned him down to the bench, and now he concentrated on slapping between Eddie’s buttocks, right over his tender hole and occasionally catching his balls. It was simultaneously too much and not enough. Eddie sobbed and bucked against Jeff’s hand, loving the way he was held so securely in place.

  Sometime later, Jeff stopped, and by now Eddie was floating, his arse on fire but in a way that felt oh-so-very good. He tried to thank Jeff, but his mouth refused to work properly. His entire body had gone limp, all except for his dick, that was.

  Jeff lifted his chin, and Eddie smiled. He could manage that much, at least.

  The wolfish smile Jeff responded with warned Eddie his ordeal wasn’t over yet.

  Goody.

  Jeff unzipped his fly and got out his cock. It looked even more impressive than usual in the dim light, dark and throbbing with veins. Eddie salivated and opened his mouth.

  “Good boy.” Jeff held Eddie’s chin while he fed him that mighty cock. He went deep, forcing into Eddie’s throat so he could take every last inch.

  Eddie stared up into Jeff’s eyes, unable to breathe. Jeff was looking down with something like awe in his expression. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s my slut. You can take me all, can’t you? Feels so fucking good in your mouth. Your throat.” Jeff’s hands roamed over Eddie’s face and neck in a rough caress.

  A tightness welled up in Eddie’s chest, but it wasn’t the need to breathe. It was more than that. Something painful and incredible and beautiful.

  And that was when it hit Eddie. He loved this man. Really fucking loved him.

  This was the real deal, he was sure of it.

  His eyes watered, and whether that was because he was full of love or full of cock, he couldn’t tell. When Jeff started to thrust, Eddie held on to that feeling and let Jeff’s cock pump him full of more love, more sensation. His body was a balloon filled to bursting point. He needed Jeff’s firm hold in his hair to stay tethered.

  And he needed that pain at the back of his throat too. The battering and the hungry gasps for air every time Jeff pulled back far enough.

  Just when Eddie’s jaw was aching to the point of unbearable, Jeff pulled out and stroked his hair. “Well done. You’re going to get a reward for that.”

  Jeff moved out of sight behind him.

  Eddie wished he could turn his head to see what Jeff was doing back there, but that wasn’t about to happen, so he just relaxed there, drifting on the sensations.

  Cold wetness splattered on his hole, making him gasp, but before he’d had the chance to think anything more than “lube!” Jeff’s dick was pressing into him. It was a rough, brutal entry, and Eddie’s bruised hole ached, but it was everything he craved.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he managed to pant. Felt like Jeff’s cock was pushing all the air out of his lungs. And there was no time to get his breath back, because Jeff started up with a punishing pace. He fucked Eddie’s arse like they were competing for an Olympic gold medal, and every time those hips slammed into Eddie, his abused skin flared with heat. So fucking good. Yes.

  Eddie tried to help out, to thrust back, but Jeff was holding his hips so firmly he couldn’t move. He could only rock with the bench and clench inside, riding out the storm of Jeff’s lust.

  “So good,” Jeff was saying, sounding almost as breathless as Eddie felt. “Yeah, they can all hear you out there, wailing and grunting. They know you’re getting a good fucking, and when you walk out, they’re all going to see your blowjob lips, and they’ll know just how I’ve used you. You’re going to smell of my cock. Of my come. They’re going to see it. All over you. And they’ll know you’re a dirty bitch. My dirty bitch.”

  Eddie moaned his agreement and reached out for the wall. The bench was rocking so wildly now he needed to brace himself.

  His fingers slipped on the mirror, and he opened his eyes. He’d forgotten about the mirror. Oh God, he could see Jeff behind him, ploughing into him. Jeff was staring down at the point their bodies joined. Staring with a look of intense lust, like he’d never seen anything as amazing as his cock pounding in and out of Eddie’s arse. Eddie lifted up on tiptoes to try to see too. Oh God, his skin was red. So dark red. He whimpered with the sheer dirty pleasure of being used and abused. He wished Jeff would lead him out naked, so everyone could see the state of his arse and know just what had happened to him. To know that Jeff owned his body. For a short while, at any rate.

  The bench creaked ominously below Eddie, but he didn’t care. He planted his hands on the mirror and thrust back as hard as he could, meeting Jeff’s need with his own. And yes, he needed to come, but more than that, he needed Jeff to come in him. On him. Whichever. He wasn’t fussy, and he’d take it as it came.

  He just needed to be the one Jeff was focused on when he did it.

  Eddie squeezed his muscles inside, and Jeff grunted. “Bloody hell, do that again.”

  Eddie worked his arse, aiming to give Jeff the fuck of his life. He’d spoil Jeff for anyone else. Make him an Eddie addict. Make him fall for him. Crave him.

  Love him.

  “Jesus fuck!” Jeff bellowed and pumped his hips harder.

  The bench creaked. It shuddered.

  Eddie flung his hands out as wood splintered beneath him.

  He crashed into the floor with a tooth-rattling crunch.

  Jeff landed on top of him.

  “Oh my fucking God.”

  Jeff’s cock twitched inside Eddie as he came.

  Eddie couldn’t move with Jeff pinning him down. Couldn’t work out if he was injured or not. Couldn’t even come with the fucking band around his cock and balls. He wanted to cry.

  But then Jeff lifted him up, onto his lap. “Hey, are you all right? You hurt anywhere?”

  Eddie flexed his arms and legs gingerly, relieved to find there was nothing worse than a scrape on his knee. “Just my jaw and arse, you fat-cocked bastard. You broke the bench.”

  Jeff chuckled. “I can see that. You want to come all over it?”

  “No.” Although maybe he did. Just to make this whole experience even more sordid than it already was. “Please, no.”

  “Tough. You’re going to.” Jeff fiddled with the cock ring, and all at once blood rushed to Eddie’s cock with a dizzying surge. He leaned back against Jeff’s hairy chest, helpless to protest as Jeff took hold of his cock and pumped it, squeezing hard and putting a mean foreskin twist at the top of each stroke.

  He couldn’t have held back the tidal wave of spunk even if he’d wanted to. It jetted out, painting white lines across the padded bench and splintered legs. Pleasure surged through his body, igniting every last nerve ending. Jeff milked him and milked him until he was spent and every last muscle fibre ached.

  “Hey, are you finished in there?” a voice called from outside. “You’re only meant to be in for fifteen minutes, you know. You’ve been hogging it for twenty-five now.”

  Eddie groaned. All he wanted was to sink back into Jeff’s arms, but the woman outside wouldn’t shut up, and she was getting shriller and shriller.

  “We’d better get up,” Jeff said.

  “Mmm
, I s’pose.” Eddie looked down at the bench. “How are we going to explain that?”

  “Leave it to me.” Jeff shouldered his rucksack without buttoning up his shirt again. If Eddie hadn’t just come, he’d have done so at the sight of those hairy pecs bulging.

  Jesus, he was so far gone he’d follow Jeff anywhere. Do anything.

  The bloke didn’t even need the lead.

  But Jeff jerked it anyway, pulling Eddie to him for a quick, mind-searing kiss.

  “What was that for?” Eddie asked.

  “Just to say thanks. You’ve been a great teacher.” Jeff smiled shyly before leading them out to face the music.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  In the end, Jeff had the club owner apologising for not having checked the safety of the equipment, which Jeff considered a bloody good result, seeing as how initially the jumped up little tosspot had been threatening to charge them to replace the bench. He’d claimed it was worth over three hundred pounds.

  “Then you’ve been ripped off, mate,” Jeff told him. “I could build something better than that for less than twenty quid and a day’s labour.” And perhaps he would. There was definite potential to a piece of furniture like that. He’d enjoyed the way he’d had such easy access to both Eddie’s arse and mouth, and with some sturdy eyehooks at the bottom, he’d be able to cuff him in place.

  But how the hell would he explain it to his mum when she came round to clean?

  Bugger. That put paid to that idea. And besides, Eddie wouldn’t be coming round anymore, would he? This was it. Training complete.

  At the door of the club Jeff unbuckled the collar from around Eddie’s neck. He had a horrible sensation of finality. But it was best this way. Jeff wasn’t gay, and Eddie wasn’t the settling-down type anyway. And at least Jeff now had confidence in himself as a Dom. He hadn’t even let a collapsing spanking bench faze him.