Happy Spank-O-Ween

by Tymber Dalton

  “Not if you want dinner.”

  He gave her a kiss. “Well, I do want that.”

  Chapter Four

  Ben awoke Saturday morning hurting in ways he never had before. Bad ways. And this kind of pain wasn’t even helping his morning wood get harder.

  It just plain hurt.

  Thank god I have the day off.

  Jake rolled over and slung an arm around him. “Was that a groan I heard?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He giggled.

  Fucker actually giggled. “Fen said you’d probably be sore for the first few weeks.”

  “Why can’t I safeword for this?” Ben knew he was whining and didn’t care.

  “Because this isn’t harm, buddy, and you know it.” Jake kissed the back of Ben’s neck. “This is going to be something that hardens my cock every time I so much as think about you doing it.”

  Oh, yeah. Speaking of, there was Jake’s cock, right there, rubbing against Ben’s ass.

  Nice and hard, too.

  It wasn’t unusual for Saturday mornings to start with good-morning sex, if they didn’t have anywhere to be.

  For once, Ben didn’t want good-morning sex.

  He just wanted to lie there and…

  Well, die.

  Normally, Jake rubbing his nice, hard morning wood along the seam of Ben’s ass would have Ben waking up to blow the other man, or eagerly ready for a fucking.

  Today, all Ben wanted to do was…not a damn thing.

  “This is not the fun kind of ouchies,” Ben griped. “At all.”

  Jake sat up with a melodramatic sigh. “I suppose I could be a good owner and give you a massage.”

  “I can’t fight you off anyway. I’m dead.”

  “You’re not dead. You’re still talking.”

  “I’ll be dead in a minute, I’m sure. I can’t hurt this much and be long for this world.”

  Jake snickered. “My poor boy. Did mean old June wear you out yesterday?”

  “You joke, but mean old June kicked my fucking ass yesterday. I’ll never make fun of strippers again, that’s for fucking sure. That was hard goddamned work. I found muscles I didn’t even know I had, and they’re in fucking misery this morning.”

  “I’ll go get the massage oil and muscle rub.” He leaned in and kissed Ben. “You think you can manage to roll onto your stomach by yourself?”

  “I’ll try, but my abs are one of the things hurting. I vote Sir needs to take a lesson or two with me, so you can feel what this is like.”

  “But I’m not a masochist.”

  “I might be rethinking whether or not I’m really a masochist after another couple of lessons.”

  He heard Jake laughing all the way into the bathroom.

  No shit, he had not hurt this much in…

  Actually, he hadn’t hurt this much in ever, that he could remember. Pain left over from a good, hard scene was usually localized, not all-over misery of this level.

  Jake returned. “You haven’t turned over.”

  “You sure? I was trying.”

  Another evil chuckle. “I’m really trying to feel badly for you, and believe me, your husband does, but the Master and sadist is just giggling like crazy.”

  “Ha ha. Ha.” Ben grunted with pain and effort as he finally rolled over onto his stomach for Jake. “Oh, god, that fucking hurts.”

  “I haven’t done anything yet.”

  “I know. I’m just saying, it hurts. Everything hurts.”

  Jake straddled him and, starting with Ben’s legs, worked his way up the man’s body. Some of that hurt so much, only in good ways this time, that it literally brought tears to Ben’s eyes.

  His sadistic Master hubby had been disappointed that Ben hadn’t come home with a recording, the way Fen had after his first lesson, but Ben reminded him that it hadn’t been an order, and Ben hadn’t been a fraction as graceful as Fen after his first lesson. This was an entirely new endeavor for Ben, and it was going to take at least a few lessons for him to get into the groove.

  If June didn’t run him into the grave, first.

  * * * *

  Poor Ben.

  Jake was actually glad Ben was lying on his stomach, because Jake couldn’t rid himself of the amused smile he’d been wearing ever since hearing Ben’s first pained groans.

  Yeah, Ben was going to be hurting pretty badly, at first. Until he did it a few times and got the hang of it.

  And Jake had no doubts Ben would get the hang of it.

  Whether his boy thought it of himself or not, Jake could see it in the way Ben would dance around the house while doing chores. His guy had moves and rhythm, he’d just never been forced to use coordinated groups of muscles like this before.

  Ever.

  It’d be good for him.

  Meanwhile, he’d reap the sadistic amusement of mornings like this, while also looking forward to the other amusements he’d be reaping later, once Ben’s skills improved.

  I can’t wait to get that pole installed.

  Jake took his time kneading Ben’s aching muscles and mentally scaled back his plans for the day with his boy. He had originally thought about starting it with Ben’s ankles around his head while Jake happily plowed his ass, and then them going to Venture tonight for a scene, followed by more fucking tonight at home.

  Despite how he’d tease Ben, though, no, he didn’t want his boy in the bad kind of pain.

  Didn’t mean he’d let him stop taking June’s pole-dancing classes, though.

  When they’d first started doing this between them, one of the things Ben had been emphatic about was that he couldn’t do and didn’t want a vanilla relationship with Jake. He wanted it to be Jake in charge. Even though Jake had given him safeword rights for stuff, Ben had asked some of that be removed.

  He was happiest with Jake in control.

  One of those drawbacks to that same control was Jake pushing Ben outside his comfort zone to try new things.

  Since Jake planned to spend the rest of his life with his hubby, he didn’t want to waste their lives not trying new things that would make their lives more interesting, more fun.

  Like having a pole-dancing hubby.

  Jake’s cock, however, wasn’t happy that its planned morning diversion was being put on hold, for now. As Jake straddled Ben and worked his way up the other man’s body, his hard cock throbbed, even leaking a little pre-cum as it rubbed against Ben’s body.

  By the time Jake finished working on Ben’s shoulders and arms, he was definitely leaving a trail.

  “As long as I don’t have to do any work, Sir,” Ben mumbled into his pillow, “feel free to molest me however you want.”

  “Yeah?”

  Ben snorted. “Yeah. Dude, you could poke an eye out with that thing. Sir,” he added. “Just please, don’t make me move.”

  “Well, then. Wait right here. I’ll be back.” Jake grabbed a towel, glove, lube, and condom and got everything ready.

  He did need Ben to spread his thighs, but he was nice and helped his boy do that.

  Then, with a gloved hand, he applied lube to one finger and started working on Ben’s rim with that.

  Ben let out a low moan. “Ooooh, that feels good.”

  Jake smiled. “You know, if I was a nice man, I’d let you get off this morning.”

  “But you’re a sadist, Sir?”

  “You know I am.”

  “Aw. But I worked so hard yesterday, Sir.”

  “And now, here I am, having to do the hard work, boy.” He slid his finger deep inside Ben’s ass, sweeping his finger over his sweet spot and enjoying the moans that drew from him.

  Definitely different from the ouch that fucking hurts moans Ben was making a little while ago.

  In fact, Ben actually managed to start rocking his hips a little in time with Jake’s motions. That’s when Jake added a second finger and more lube.

  Now Ben was moaning a little louder, actively humping Jake’s hand as he scissored his fingers ins
ide his boy’s ass. After the third finger, Jake knew he was ready. He stripped off the glove inside out and tossed it onto the floor to deal with later. After sheathing his cock in a condom and applying a little more lube, he nudged into position and pressed forward.

  Jake wasn’t sure who moaned louder, him or Ben. They did a lot of things together, but fucking his boy’s ass was definitely up there in the top five of most enjoyable.

  Especially all stretched out along Ben’s body like this. Jake braced his arms on the mattress and slowly long-stroked him, not wanting to nut too fast.

  “You realize you’ll have to wash the sheets this morning, right?”

  Ben groaned. “Goddammit.” He sighed. “Worth it, Sir.”

  “Okay, then. Feel free to get yours, if you can.”

  Ben found a little more energy to move then, and Jake knew he was humping himself against the bed.

  He leaned in to kiss the back of Ben’s neck, nibble along his shoulder. “I thought someone didn’t want to move.”

  “I don’t,” he mumbled. “Your massage helped.”

  “Excellent.” He hooked his hands under Ben’s shoulders, his fingers curling over the tops of them, giving Jake more traction. With his weight on his elbows, he picked up the pace, knowing what his boy liked.

  Ben rocked with him, digging in with his knees a little to fuck back against Jake and keep time with his strokes. Like this, Jake could fuck him for a while and hold off, but it felt so damn good he didn’t want to. If he could at least hold out long enough for Ben to nut, then he wouldn’t feel guilty about getting his own quickly.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Ben moaned. His sweet boy’s body undulated beneath him, and he spread his thighs a little wider to give Jake even better access. Normally, when they were both at their best, Ben loved their sex a little—or sometimes a lot—on the rough side. Hard, rough fucking, biting, sucking—but Jake knew how much Ben really was hurting today to not really get into this a lot more than he was, meaning Ben wasn’t just faking it and griping. Ben was anything but a passive bottom to him for sex, usually.

  “That’s my good boy.” He dug his fingers into the tops of Ben’s shoulders and started grinding on him. In this position, Ben once told him, it was like Jake’s cock was directly massaging his prostate, and he loved it.

  From the sound of Ben’s breathing, Jake hoped he was close. “Get it if you can, boy,” he warned him. “Because I’m getting mine.”

  Ben’s head came up, his ass tensing and flexing around Jake’s cock as he fucked back against him. Jake laid his cheek along Ben’s.

  “Be my good boy,” Jake said. “Give Sir what he wants.”

  Ben let out a gasp just before Jake felt his ass really start spasming around his cock.

  “Good boy.” Jake pounded him, loving the sound of Ben’s moans as he fucked him, not needing much longer to get his own nut. The orgasm pulsed through him, his cock throbbing and spilling, filling the condom as he finally fell still inside Ben.

  Ben’s head dropped back onto the pillow with a relieved moan.

  “Better?” Jake asked.

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Because now I have to wash the sheets.”

  Jake chuckled and kissed his cheek. “We all must make sacrifices, baby. Just remember that.”

  Chapter Five

  “So what are you guys dressing up as for the party?” Ben asked June at the start of the Monday evening torture fest. They were all going to Seth and Leah’s party, so the four of them—including Fen and Mads—could talk about it. And since they were the only four in the pole-dancing studio, they could talk freely.

  “I don’t know yet,” June said. “Part of me wants to think about a new costume, and part of me thinks I’ll probably just break out Kinker Bell.”

  “Kinker Bell?”

  June grinned. “Yeah. She’s an X-Rated Tinker Bell. Big, purple strap-on dildo and everything. It’s awesome. Not family-friendly, but awesome.”

  Ben was trying to stretch, but once he got down on the floor he realized he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get up again. “Hey, can we just do floorwork tonight?” he asked where he lay there.

  Fen laughed. “You’ll get used to it after a couple of weeks. You won’t have a choice. Jake asked me to rat you out if you tried not to work hard.”

  “Motherfucker,” Ben muttered. “That’s not fair. You’re supposed to be my friend.”

  “I am your friend,” Fen assured him. “But I also know that your Sir will ask my Sir to spank my ass in bad ways if I don’t rat you out.”

  “Because I’ll definitely rat you both out,” June said with an evil smile. “Because Jake asked me for status reports.”

  “And I’m just a troublemaker,” Mads evilly admitted. “What fun is having a bestie if I can’t get him into the fun kind of trouble with his hubby?”

  Fen stuck his tongue out at her. “No one asked you, honey.”

  “Bestie loves youuuuu,” she said in a sing-song voice.

  “Bestie loves you, baaaack,” he replied, sticking his tongue out at her again.

  Ben finally managed to drag himself up off the floor to start doing some of the moves. He definitely wasn’t feeling very sensuous. Hell, he felt like a gimpy Clydesdale tonight.

  It took the better part of an hour for him to finally start to feel like he was moving a little more loosely, but that was nearly at the end of their lesson.

  Meaning he knew by tomorrow morning he’d likely need Jake’s help just getting out of bed.

  “You all right?” Fen asked. “Maybe you should start coming to yoga with us, too,” he said. “Help your muscles.”

  “I can’t move my muscles,” Ben shot back. “I’m one big concrete block right now.”

  * * * *

  Fen somehow managed not to laugh at Ben’s distress.

  Barely.

  Hell, maybe some of Joel’s sadistic ways were wearing off on him after all.

  Once class ended and Fen was on his way home, he could relax and try to mentally chill. June had told him they would be able to make it for Halloween night, so they’d have them as guests.

  He wondered if July would make herself known.

  Fen was convinced they had a ghost, or spirit, or whatever you wanted to call it. At his old apartment in the duplex, where he’d been living when he met Joel, he’d always felt he wasn’t alone there, like there was a spirit, or a ghost. Things would go missing, be moved, and when he “talked” to what he thought was his ghost, things would settle down for a while.

  Then the day Joel’s ex attacked him happened, and he swore he heard what sounded like a woman’s voice warning him to run, and then helping point him at how to fight back—swinging a cast-iron skillet full of hot fried green tomatoes at the guy.

  Killed him.

  It wasn’t until later that Fen’s dad—who at the time was a detective for the Sarasota County Sheriff’s Office—found out about the apartment’s history.

  Including that a seventeen-year-old girl had been murdered there by her boyfriend years earlier.

  July Corden.

  June’s twin sister.

  By that time, Fen’s parents and Joel were adamant Fen was moving in with Joel. When Fen moved, he welcomed his spirit to come with him.

  Later, Fen learned from mutual friends in the Suncoast Society, who worked at the real estate office that handled the duplex unit, that another friend had seen July’s ghost, spotted what likely had been the moment she died, her being chased by a guy down the hall and into the bedroom where her body was found.

  Needless to say, that friend immediately moved out.

  Although another friend lived there and never felt or saw anything like that.

  Fen didn’t feel anything at Joel’s condo, but once they moved into their own house, not long after, Fen had a few experiences that led him to believe maybe July had made the move with them after all. Like something moved his cell phone and hid his keys, changed the cha
nnel with the TV remote.

  Stuff that was difficult to explain away as anything other than supernatural.

  He wasn’t scared of their ghost. On the contrary, he was glad she’d reappeared, especially now that he knew who she was. While he’d finally admitted all of that to Joel, he still waited until he was alone to actually talk to her out loud.

  Though while Mads had stayed with them, she hadn’t seen or felt anything.

  And they’d had June and Scrye—who July would have only known by his real first name, Mark—over for dinner a couple of times now.

  Yet Joel had forbidden Fen from saying anything to the couple about it unless they asked or brought it up first, out of fear they might feel they were being poked fun at somehow. And Fen totally got that, understood that. Agreed with it.

  But part of him was hoping July would make herself known to the couple so he could finally talk to them about it.

  He hoped maybe it’d be a comfort to June to know what July had done for him. How she’d helped him.

  Joel wasn’t home yet when Fen arrived, but he’d expected that. Joel had already texted him that the last job of the day in his shop was giving them fits, and they’d promised the customer his boat for tomorrow. So not finishing it today wasn’t an option.

  Fen opted to wait until Joel got home so he could take a shower with him.

  Overall, Fen knew he lived a charmed life. His parents loved and supported him and his husband, his bestie was living locally and had landed herself a hunky Dom of her own, and life was…sweet.

  Really sweet.

  He felt bad for July that her life had been cut so short. Standing in the kitchen, he looked out at the living room. “July, June and Mark are coming over on Halloween night to have dinner with us. If you’d like to see them, please do. I’ll talk to them about you, if you show yourself to them. But you probably heard me and Sir talking—we’re not going to volunteer the information to them.”

  He listened for a moment. “You’re always going to be welcomed to stay here, or even move with us, if we ever move. I’ll never make you leave. I just want to make sure I’m doing as much as I can to try to make sure you’re…happy. I mean…”