by Sean Michael
His world was tightening to his needy prick, his heavy balls. “Soon, boy.” He moved faster, pushing into Robin’s throat.
Robin nodded, taking more and more.
Stack’s eyes tried to drop closed, but he wouldn’t let them. He kept them open, watching Robin’s blissful face until he convulsed and came. His spunk poured down Robin’s throat, and Robin took every single drop.
He panted, stroking Robin’s head, and not in that fun “go to sleep” way, but as in “I need desperately to touch you.”
Robin held him, tongue cleaning his cock.
“Such a wonderful, hot mouth. You make me fly.”
Robin smiled around his shaft, lips stretching and squeezing him. He patted Robin’s head, then slid his fingers along Robin’s cheek to touch the side of his mouth as he tugged his cock away.
Robin latched on to his fingers, pulling steadily. Stack groaned, his cock staying hard for Robin. He totally could have spent the rest of the night doing this, but Robin deserved his attention too.
His boy needed to breathe, to relax and submit.
“I’ve got a new flogger, boy. I think you’re going to love it.” He dropped a kiss on Robin’s head and went over to the wall where all the floggers, whips, and paddles hung.
“New, Master? Have you been shopping?”
“I have.” He pulled the soft flogger down from the wall and hit it against his own leg, the gentle bites feeling good.
“It’s red. That’s lovely.”
“It’s going to feel wonderful on your skin. Like magic.” At least that was the hope.
“Magic.” Robin nodded and relaxed over the bench.
Thank God the trust between them hadn’t been broken when they’d split up. He loved how Robin was willing to put himself in his hands.
He dragged his hand over Robin’s ass, noting how it was cool, unmarked. Unnatural. Time to change that.
He let the flogger fly, the sound of it landing soft, unusual.
Robin tightened, then relaxed, entire body relaxing. “Oh. Oh, that’s new.”
Excellent.
“Good, hmm?” He sent the flogger across Robin’s ass again. He could become quite addicted to that sound, especially as it was accompanied by Robin’s sweet noises.
“Yes, Master. Warm. Sweet. Easy. Like swimming or something.”
“Good. I’m going to warm you all over, make this something special. So you’ll be able to sleep all night and be good and sensitive in the morning.”
“Will you hold me? All night? I feel like we’re two ships.”
“All night long. And we’ll be attached at the hip for the next two days. Maybe we’ll both call in sick on Monday and talk about this working-yourself-to-death thing.” He laid a few more hits down over Robin’s ass. He would spread out from there as soon as Robin’s skin was the right color.
“Yes, Master. I can do that.” In fact, he thought Robin sounded eager for it.
“Then it’s a date, and it means we can have until Monday morning before we have to think about anything but us.” He sent the flogger around one of Robin’s hips, then the other.
Robin rolled his back, stretching out his spine in a slow undulation. It was a lovely move, and Stack rewarded it with a couple more swats. It took time, but a lovely light pink was beginning to color Robin’s skin. He reached out and stroked a line along Robin’s back. Christ, that was pretty.
Moaning, Robin pushed against his touch. His boy was so receptive to every attention, every swat. Even to his breath, his boy breathing in and out with him.
He closed his eyes for a second and took the moment in. Them. Together. He put his hand on Robin’s ass, simply touching, connecting them both physically.
“Yours.” Robin lay there, warm and ready for more.
“That’s right. All mine. Top to bottom.” He stepped back to work Robin’s flesh with the flogger again—all of it, methodically.
At some point between rosy and deep pink, Robin began to hum, to rock into the blows. He gave Robin a few more, letting his boy float there on them before he made Robin move to the bed.
“Time to do your front.”
“Mmm. The sheets are going to feel cold, I bet.”
“I hope they do.” The contrast should feel amazing on Robin’s skin. He helped Robin straighten and move over to the bed. Sure enough, his boy gasped as he spread out, his eyes going wide for a second.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded, needing to share all the sensations with his boy.
“It tingles, all over, deep inside.” Robin moaned, hummed for him.
“Good deal.” He stroked Robin’s skin, all cool and pale here on his front. “You ready, boy?”
“Yes, Master.” Robin stretched out tall, offering himself easily.
He started at Robin’s feet, watching them curl as the flogger strands hit them. Beautiful.
“That’s… that’s a little weird. A little intense.”
“Only a little intense?” He smiled. “I’m hoping for more than just a little.” He ran the material over Robin’s skin, tickling.
Robin’s toes curled up tight. “Damn.”
“Told you this thing is magical.”
“It’s lovely. Honest.”
Stack began striking Robin with the flogger again, moving from his feet on up along his legs. “Spread for me, boy.”
Robin nodded and spread, the only indication of nerves the way the sweet ball sac drew up. He set the flogger between Robin’s thighs and moved it back and forth, hitting the soft inner thighs but making sure he stayed away from the fragile balls. For now.
“Mmm…. That makes butterflies in my belly.”
“I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” He kept doing it on that assumption.
“Yeah. Yes, sir. Master. Yes.”
“Want to make sure I know you’re enjoying it, hmm?” He kept flicking the flogger back and forth. Then he flicked upward, gently glancing it off Robin’s balls.
Robin groaned, the sound deep and raw, but not pained. So he hit the insides of Robin’s thighs one more time, flicked his boy’s testicles, then gave Robin’s hard, dripping cock a gentle blow. The tip bounced off Robin’s belly, leaving a wet kiss.
Not able to resist, Stack bent and licked at the spot. He groaned as Robin’s flavor exploded on his tongue. Yes! So good.
“Master.” His boy smiled, the expression pure bliss.
Turning his head, he kissed the tip of Robin’s prick, taking in more of that. Then he went back to flogging his boy, hitting Robin’s belly and chest, his arms. It was fascinating to him, the way that Robin’s little nipples went hard and begged for more.
The rings were healed now, and they bounced as he flogged them. They fascinated him, and he continued to hit them, watching closely. Each time the rings bounced, Robin moaned.
Tomorrow they would play hard, make his boy feel it. Today was all about sensuality.
He moved on from Robin’s nipples, slapping the material across Robin’s neck, then on his cheeks, keeping it quite light—touches, but not hits. Caresses. Enough to make Robin sigh. He bent and kissed Robin, barely brushing their lips together. Then he worked his way back down Robin’s body with the flogger, bringing more pink to Robin’s skin.
His arm was getting tired, and Robin’s cock was a deep, needy red, begging for him.
“You’re allowed to come,” he told his boy. Then he took the flogger and swung it back and forth across Robin’s cock so the flannel tails rubbed over that most sensitive skin.
Robin arched, fingers opening and closing. Bending, Stack touched the flogger to Robin’s balls as he wrapped his lips around the head of Robin’s cock, closing them tight around the glans as he slapped the tip with his tongue.
His boy came for him, the seed pouring into his lips as Robin gasped. He drank the spunk down and kept pulling on Robin’s cock, sucking and searching for more of the salty liquid. Humming, he cleaned Robin’s cock, licking the hot, velvety flesh—making Robi
n writhe for him.
Needy boy, shooting for him. Just giving it up. He so loved that. Now it was his turn—again.
He climbed onto the bed and straddled Robin’s shoulders, using his hand to rub his cock along his boy’s lips.
“Mmm. So lucky.” Robin’s fuck-swollen lips opened right up.
“I know I am.” He pressed the head of his cock into Robin’s mouth, groaning at the delicious heat that surrounded his erection.
This time Robin was a little slower, a little sloppy, but so fucking hot. Stack controlled how deep he pushed and how he moved along Robin’s tongue. He knew it wouldn’t last, but for now, they were almost floating on this blow job, both of them together.
Perfect. Christ, this was fine. He let out a soft, low moan. Robin’s answering sound vibrated around his cock and went straight to his balls. He wasn’t going to last, not like this.
Moaning again, he moved a little faster, rolling to push his cock deeper into Robin’s mouth.
Robin grabbed his ass, holding on, encouraging him. Such a pushy boy. Stack couldn’t help but enjoy it. He leaned forward to grab on to the headboard and use it as leverage, fucking his boy’s mouth enthusiastically.
Robin took every inch, pulling hard, sucking him, and swallowing.
“Gonna!” He managed the warning a bare second before he came, spunk pouring out of his cock and into Robin.
Fuck. Fuck, he felt utterly wrung out now. Good thing dinner was waiting.
Pulling out, he collapsed down next to Robin, panting to catch his breath again. He found Robin’s hand and twined their fingers together.
“Hey, Master.” Robin kissed his cheek.
“Mmm. Hey yourself, boy.” He turned and rubbed their noses together. “Love you.”
“I love you.” Robin sighed, smiled. “This is crazy, how busy we are.”
“Shh. We’re not worrying about anything but the two of us the whole weekend. We’ll hold each other until our legs are up to getting us to the kitchen for our food. Then we’ll come sleep and spend the next two days exploring all sorts of kinky shit.”
“Sounds like heaven.”
“It does.” He turned to his side and curled around Robin, enjoying the warmed skin against his own. It sounded like a weekend with his boy without anything else to worry about. Things didn’t get much better.
Chapter Fifteen
ROBIN CATALOGED the new paintings, sitting on the floor of the workroom in his jeans, trying not to pout.
Stack had been gone since midnight last night with a sick tiger, so he hadn’t even bothered to call in. He’d come in and gotten to work with his headphones on.
Lunchtime came, and he took one look at Julie and decided he’d just work through it again. Close to one, she came in with a large brown paper bag in hand. “Delivery for you.”
“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, waiting for her to go before he looked in the bag. Who was sending him something?
There was a note, along with a roast beef sandwich, a small salad, a couple of chocolate cookies, and a bottle of water—along with something else wrapped in plastic. The note was from his master.
“Eat this for lunch. Put the plug in—I expect it to be there when I pick you up at supper.”
His eyes went wide, and he shook his head. He… what?
He read the note again, but it still said the same thing. His stomach also growled; the food looked so good.
He grabbed the sandwich and started eating, texting Stack with his free hand. got your package.
excellent is it in?
No. I’m eating my sandwich!
:D
He knew what Stack was thinking. ty for the food. Butthead Master.
u need 2 eat nd rmembr me
always. Always. Always. Like he could forget.
good. There was a pause, those annoying three dots telling him either Stack was typing something else, or he’d started but abandoned another text. tiger better home by six better c u then.
u picking me up?
yes on bike.
Which meant he could snug up against Stack’s back while the motorcycle throbbed between his legs.
With the plug.
God.
ty. Love you.
love you—play with plug when u put in thnk of me.
He didn’t answer, but he blushed, his cheeks going red-hot. He imagined Stack would like that. If his master were here, Stack would reach out and touch his hot cheek.
Robin shook his head and finished his sandwich, saving his salad and his cookie for later. Then he picked up the bag and slipped into the restroom, locking the door behind him.
The plug he found wasn’t small or easy. Stack hadn’t taken him being at work into account at all. Or maybe he had. That thought made him shiver. He was going to feel this one whether he was moving or not—sitting, standing, or walking.
He wasn’t sure whether to be pissed or horny, but he was sliding into horny, especially when he found the little tiny tube of lube. Who had Stack gotten to buy this?
His master had thought of everything. He swallowed and tried to decide how to do this. His best bet was to pull down his pants and lean over the sink. It was going to be awkward, and there was the worry that he was in a bathroom at work doing this. Of course neither of those things had his cock worried in the least—it was totally on board with his master’s request.
“Stupid body.” He unfastened his jeans and pushed them down, slicked the plug as quick as he could, and spread. God. God.
He put the plug against his hole, but it was going to be too big to simply put in—he was going to have to open himself up a little first. Moaning, he transferred the plug to his other hand and pressed two fingers into himself, gasping as they breached his hole.
He took a deep breath, letting the thought of his master fill him up, warm him. Groaning, he pushed his fingers deeper, then spread them apart, stretching himself so he could do his master’s bidding.
What had made Stack think of this? It was utterly perverse. And delicious.
Robin moaned, riding his fingers, pushing them in deeper, stroking himself as best he could. He thought of Stack watching him as he did this, and suddenly it was that much hotter. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making a really loud noise.
No sounds. Just Stack’s will, surrounding him, making him ache balls deep. He got caught in the moment, in the heat of what he was doing, how it was all for Stack. With his eyes closed, where he was at the moment disappeared, and he simply bowed to his master’s will.
He wanted nothing more than to do this, to take what his master offered. He grabbed the plug and eased it in, letting the cool metal fill him. It seemed to take forever to get it all the way in, but at last it was, filling him so well, the tip playing with his gland as he shifted. That was what reminded him that he had been instructed to play with the plug as he put it in.
“Evil man,” he whispered. “So wicked.”
So wonderful. All his.
He pulled the plug partway out. Then, imagining what Stack might do, he turned it in a circle, the thing dragging inside him. Oh fuck. That was more intense than he’d anticipated.
He couldn’t spend forever, though. He was at work. He needed to focus. He fucked himself a couple of times with the thing, then settled it back in, groaning. Damn. It filled him so well. And if it was this good now, how was it going to feel when he straightened? He might die. He might cream his jeans.
He was going to sport wood for sure.
He took a few breaths, held on to the sides of the sink, and pushed himself upright. Oh God. He had to just stand there and pant for a moment.
Fuck him raw, that was…. God.
He bent very carefully to grab the waistband of his slacks and underwear. He pulled them up and did up the button and zipper. Christ, every movement was huge, and he hadn’t even started really moving yet. He got out his phone.
Master, this is… big.
I know s
o am I.
yes. He shuddered, his heart thrumming in his chest as he tried to walk around the little bathroom without losing it.
think of me when u feel it. So, like, every single second, then.
no fair. And wonderful.
me Master you sub fair doesn’t matter. Butthead. Wonderful, sexy, wicked man.
The sharp knocks on the door nearly had him hitting the ceiling. “Robin? Are you sick in there?” Julie asked.
“I’m fine!” he snapped. It was his fucking lunch break.
“You’ve been in there forever! I need to know if you’re sick.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” He grabbed his lunch bag, checked himself in the mirror, and flung the door open. “It’s my lunch break!”
She looked at her watch. “For like another minute. Who spends their entire lunch in the bathroom unless they’re sick?”
“I ate my lunch in back in storage. What is wrong with you? Are you mad at me?”
“Because I asked if you’re sick? You also usually work through lunch, and you didn’t today.”
“Someone cared enough to send me lunch.” He sighed. “I’m fine. I’m going to work on the inventory.”
“Well, good, because that needs to be finished as soon as possible. We need to get the artwork up on the walls before the big reveal on Wednesday.”
Yeah, yeah. He was fully aware. Christ.
Her chin wobbled, and he could see her visibly straightening and clenching her teeth. Her eyes seemed a little glossy behind her glasses.
“Are you okay?” He reached out in comfort. “Seriously.”
She blinked at him a few times, then burst into tears, putting her face in her hands. “Oh my God, I’m sorry! So unprofessional.” She was clearly trying to get herself together.
“Come on. Let’s get you some water.” What was going on?
He went back into the bathroom and grabbed one of the little Dixie cups, filled it from the tap, and handed it to her. She gave a few hiccuping sobs, then drank it down all in one go.
“There. There, that’s better. We can figure it out, whatever it is.” Right?