Stiff Trick

by Jude Mason

  “Use your mouth, your tongue,” the man urged and spread his legs even farther apart.

  They brushed Nate’s arms but didn’t slow him down at all as took the offered balls into his mouth. He sucked at the sac, drawing one orb in then running his tongue over it. The pubic hair tickled his nose. He hummed, and Jason’s thighs tensed.

  “Fuck yeah. Do me, stud,” Jason urged in a guttural tone.

  His body trembled, his thighs tensed then relaxed against Nate’s shoulders. Jason gripped Nate’s head, pulling his face more firmly against his crotch. Nate laved the testicle with his tongue, stroking it as if it were some delicacy to be savoured for hours, as indeed, it was. Satisfied he’d lavished enough attention to one, he slipped it from his mouth and took in the other. As the treatment repeated, the trembling man before him seemed beside himself with pleasure.

  Finally, reluctantly, Nate pulled back, wanting the man’s pulsing meat in his mouth. He gazed upward, eyeing Jason’s shaft hungrily.

  “Please,” he said, hoping Jason would understand and offer him the treat he craved.

  Jason smiled down at him, his flushed face glowing with sweat, hair stuck to his cheek. “You want this?” He waved his cock around, slapping it against his thigh, his belly, while Nate followed it with his eyes.

  Nodding, Nate kissed one thigh then the other and waited for the man to feed it to him.

  “Ask for it,” Jason said.

  “Yes, give it to me, please.” Nate ran his tongue over his lips, wetting them. He stuck it out, flicking at the base of the man’s cock. “Feed it to me, please. I want to taste you. I want to suck the juices from your balls.”

  “Oh yeah, I like the way you think, stud,” Jason whispered. He held the base and aimed the head at Nate’s mouth.

  Nate opened wide and leant forward, taking the head in. The smoothness of the fleshy dome slid across his teeth. The fat knob stretched his jaw. He licked it, tracing around the rim then over the head, dipping into the slit and tasting the warm saltiness.

  “Don’t back off.” Jason’s voice was firm, demanding.

  Nate shivered. Breath rushed through his nose as he inhaled the man’s sexy smell deep into his lungs.

  “Yeah, like that,” Jason urged and slid a hand behind Nate’s neck, holding him in place. “Fuck yeah, you got an amazing mouth. Swipe that tongue around more, feels so good.”

  Nate obliged and swirled it around the head as he took even more of the shaft in. The girth surprised him, stretching his lips wide. He felt a vein pulse against his lower lip and licked at it. A guttural growl told him how much his new lover appreciated the attention.

  His cock wept for its own share of attention, and Nate reached for it. None too gently, he gripped his shaft and squeezed until a flash of pain knifed into his mid-section. His shudder of near bliss must have triggered something in Jason, because the man pulled Nate’s face towards his belly. Gagging, yet eager for the cock to fill his mouth, Nate allowed himself to be dragged forward. The head touched the back of his throat, and his gag reflex made him swallow. His throat muscles massaged Jason’s cock head.

  Tears formed and trickled down his cheeks as Jason pushed deeper. His cock was thicker than any Nate had taken before, and he loved every millimetre. Using his free hand, he cupped the man’s balls and gently caressed the walnut-sized orbs. When they pulled up and nearly vanished, Jason groaned.

  “Fuck, gotta stop or I’ll shoot.” Jason grabbed a handful of Nate’s hair and pulled his mouth off him. The cock bounced as it fell free, the head tapping Nate’s cheek. Looking down into Nate’s face, Jason asked, “Condoms, lube—you got them handy?”

  With the hand still gripping his hair, Nate nodded towards the bedside table where the items sat in full view.

  Jason released him and retrieved the lube and a foil packet. By the time he faced Nate again, he’d sheathed his cock and was caressing a palm-full of lube over his rod. “Face down, ass up. Suit you?”

  Nate nodded enthusiastically and turned away. He lowered his upper body, laying his shoulders flat on the bed, his face looking to the side. The air against his ass felt cool, and when he spread his knees, his balls churned.

  “Reach up and grab that headboard. Might as well get some use out of it.”

  Nate pushed himself up the bed and reached for the metal rods. He’d just gotten settled when a finger pressed against his anus, pushing a dollop of lube into the hole. He clenched, trying to trap the finger, but was unsuccessful. In and out, the diligent digit thrust, then side to side, opening him for what he knew was to come. Anticipation made his breath catch.

  “Please, do it now,” Nate whispered. “Jason, do it hard.”

  “So, you like it rough, do you?”

  The finger slipped out and, an instant later, his ass cheeks exploded with pain as Jason spanked him. He thought he’d come right then—at the unexpectedness of the act. The sheer bliss of a man’s strength used on him took his breath. Sweat trickled down his sides. A pool formed along his spine, the chill an added sensation.

  “Yes, I like it rough, s…” He managed to stop himself before he said it. The ‘Sir’ was so close, and he knew it wasn’t right, not yet.

  “How rough?”

  Another slap, this one landing on his other butt cheek, drove Nate forward. His head jerked up, and he gritted his teeth to keep from bellowing.

  “As rough as you like. I can take it.” He said it, but he wondered if Jason understood. He knew better than to take these risks. This guy could be dangerous. He could slit his throat—or worse.

  Nothing happened for a few moments. Then the bed moved as Jason repositioned himself on the mattress behind Nate.

  “I think we’re going to have to talk, later,” Jason said.

  The tone made Nate look back. The man’s face was thoughtful, his brow wrinkled.

  Nate was about to say something, but Jason’s sudden grip on his haunches stopped him. The soft tip of a cock slid across the back of his thigh. The bed shifted again, a hand left his bottom, and the man’s cock was positioned at his hole. The head popped in easily.

  He clenched, stopping any further advance for the moment. The beating of his heart drummed so loudly in his ears he wasn’t sure if he’d ever hear anything else again. His mouth sagged open. The pleasure, pain, was excruciatingly sweet. His anal muscles clenched again then relaxed, allowing a little of the shaft to slide in.

  That seemed to be all Jason needed. His hand returned to Nate’s hip. It took but a moment for him to gather himself then thrust.

  “Oh my God!” Nate’s knees slid ahead. His cock pulsed. The familiar feeling of being filled tore at his senses. When the man’s belly pressed against Nate’s ass, Nate breathed an enormous sigh of relief. Stretched to the max, he didn’t dare move. Yet, he ached to move away, to feel that incredible stretching and pulling of the withdrawal. He waited, holding his breath, until he couldn’t stand it, then growled, “Fuck me, for God sakes, please, fuck me.”

  A warm chuckle coming from behind and the slow easing back of the man’s body sent him into a shuddering moment of bliss. His cock twitched, the head tapped his belly then dragged across the bedding as his body moved. When Jason stopped, his cock barely touching Nate’s outer ring, Nate thought he’d cry out for the fucking he so desperately wanted. He didn’t have to. The man leant forward and filled him again in one long, hard thrust.

  That began it, the dance of lust the men fought together, won together and revelled in while the music lasted. The slap of damp flesh hitting damp flesh was their tempo, the soft grunts as his ass hit Jason’s belly, the harmony.

  “Yes, come for me,” Jason growled and slammed into him. His cock pulsed and seemed to grow even more.

  Nate saw stars and knew he was a heartbeat away from exploding. The burn of his ass wasn’t nearly as much as he’d hoped for, but Jason’s body slamming into his made up for it, almost. When his cock pulsed and dribbled out the first stream of cum, it was as if the man read
his mind. A hand landed on his butt cheek so hard he shot forward, and only his fingers gripping the headboard stopped him. Fire lanced through him, and another stream of cum landed on the bedding.

  “Yes, yes, fuck me, hit my ass, fuck yeah. Harder, fuck, hard.” His words made no sense, but he couldn’t stop them.

  The cock in his ass expanded, pulsed then pulsed again. Jason gasped and slammed into him, holding himself buried to the hilt while he came.

  Moments later, Jason collapsed onto Nate’s back. His cheek rested on Nate’s shoulder, his lips brushed an ear. “Fan-fucking-tastic!”

  Nate fell forward, driving his cock over the cum-streaked bedding. He landed in a pool of it, the spunk cold against his stomach. “Wet spot,” he mumbled then chuckled. The weight of the man shifted, slid off him, out of him. He turned and lay on his side, grinning at his lover. “You okay?”

  Jason smiled back and nodded. “Yeah. Which way’s the bathroom?”

  Relaxing his grip on the headboard, Nate pointed. “Out the door and turn right. Keep turning ‘til you run into another door.”

  “Back in a flash,” Jason said and climbed off the bed.

  Nate watched his ass twitch as he walked away.

  Chapter Three

  After that first night together, Jason and Nate had been inseparable. The next day they’d talked for hours, about their desires, Jason’s to dominate, Nate’s to submit. The trust necessary for them to grow together had begun from there. It had taken a full month before Jason truly opened up to him. But when he did, it was like a bomb exploding.

  They’d been in bed, where they seemed to spend a great deal of their time, and they’d just had a mind blowing bout of sex. Nate’s ass was sore, both inside and out, and Jason had become very quiet. The arm Nate’s head rested on moved. Nate wound up on his side, Jason facing him.

  “We have to talk,” Jason said. He reached up and stroked Nate’s face.

  “I thought we’d been doing that for the past month or so.” Nate pushed a stray strand of hair off Jason’s face. He loved to run his fingers through the man’s mane.

  “True, we have. And it’s shown me how much I can care about someone.” Jason’s face grew serious, lines formed on his brow. “I think I’m falling for you, hard.”

  Nate smiled. He felt the same way but had been afraid to say the words until then. “I know I’m falling for you. The L word comes to mind.”

  Jason smiled, but it wasn’t a happy smile. That’s when the bombshell hit. “I’m a cop, babe. Undercover.”

  Nate’s heart stopped. “Cop? What the fuck?” He rolled out of bed, winding up squatting beside it, naked and pissed. “I’ve been fucking a fucking cop.” Jumping to his feet, he glared down at the man. How could he not have known? How could he have been fooled so damned easily? What about Sam? What is Sam going to do?

  Jason smiled, a weak, forlorn smile that tore at Nate’s heart.

  “Actually, the cop has been fucking you, and falling for you.”

  “Shut the fuck up, pig,” Nate snarled and stormed from the room. He wound up in the kitchen, leaning over the sink and cursing the day he’d met Jason. How could Sam have been such an idiot? What am I going to do?

  “Nate, listen to me, please.” Jason’s voice came from the bedroom door.

  A sudden thought flashed into Nate’s mind. “That finger, the ring. Where the fuck… How did you… Who’s fucking finger was that?”

  Taking a deep breath, Jason replied in an even tone, “A bum died a couple of days before I had to do the deed. Was easy enough to get the digit and the ring fit.”

  “Well, fuck me running.” Nate turned away and tried to gather his thoughts.

  “Nate, please, let me explain.”

  Nate turned and looked at the man he’d thought was going to be part of his life. Heart breaking, he growled, “You got nothing else to say to me, cop.”

  “Yeah, I do.” Jason, still naked, walked towards him. When he was a couple of feet away, he raised his hands and laid them on Nate’s shoulders. “This wasn’t how I planned things to happen. This was supposed to be a simple sting operation. Get in, find the dope and make a date with my Commanding Officer to nail Sam.”

  “Yeah, well, just let me know when, and I’ll make sure I’m away that day.” Nate pushed Jason’s hands off him and turned back to the sink. He felt as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. Sam wasn’t a friend. Hell, if he could get clear of the drug lord, he’d have done it ages ago. The man had eyes and guns all over. If only…

  Jason stepped closer, his body pressing against Nate’s back and ass. “I can help you get away from this crap.”

  Nate didn’t dare let his hopes rise. He’d been burned a time or two over the years and had pretty much resigned himself to being one of Sam’s lackeys for the duration. He turned, his face mere inches from Jason’s, their bodies touching. “And just how in Hell do you think you can get me clear of this? The cops’ll want me for a dozen gun related events. If I snitch and Sam finds out, he’ll have me killed.”

  “If you’re dead, or they all think you are, there won’t be any questions or threats from Sam’s crew.”

  Nate’s stomach lurched. Dead? But how could he live if he couldn’t use his I.D.?

  Lost in thought, the next thing he became aware of was Jason leaning forward and pressing his lips to the crook of his neck. The man’s stubbly chin scratched his chest in a way that made him shudder.

  “But, you’re a fucking cop,” he mumbled, and even to his own ears it sounded like such a lame thing to say.

  “Yeah, I am. A damn good one, too.” Jason slid his lips a little higher and licked Nate’s earlobe.

  A shiver sent a thrill of pleasure straight to Nate’s cock. The man was driving him crazy. “So, what the fuck got you interested in me?”

  “Might have been your good looks. Maybe it was the colour of your eyes. I’m a sucker for dark brown eyes. Could be that ass of yours. I love a tight ass on my guy.” After each short sentence, Jason kissed Nate’s neck, getting closer to his chin and his lips each time.

  “And, just how am I going to get dead without really dying?”

  Jason stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you trust me?”

  Nate thought about that for a second. Do I? “Yes. Maybe. I’m not sure.”

  “On your knees.” Jason’s tone was stern, demanding.

  Nate took a deep breath. It was a command he’d heard and complied with many times over the past month. The man had filled his life with the domination he’d only dreamed about. Could their blossoming relationship continue?

  Closing his eyes, Nate let his thoughts wander. He desperately wanted out of the world Sam had forced him into. Threats against his mother and his younger sister had driven him to do things he’d never dreamed he was capable of.

  He pushed those thoughts away and sank to his knees. As soon as his legs touched the floor, he experienced such an enormous sense of relief, he felt light-headed. He automatically spread his thighs and placed his hands behind his back, one gripping the wrist of the other. Spine straight, he found himself looking at Jason’s thick shaft and large ball sac.

  “Do you trust me?” Jason repeated in a voice that was much softer.

  Nate looked up, the cock and balls obscuring some of his view, yet he still got the full effect of Jason’s eyes as the man gazed down at him. “Yes, I trust you. God knows why, but I do.”

  Jason chuckled and slipped his fingers through Nate’s hair. He gripped it and pulled Nate’s head back. “Do you trust me enough to live with me, permanently?”

  With his heart in his throat, Nate replied, “Yes.”

  “Damn.” Jason smiled and released the hair. “I wasn’t sure you’d say it.”

  “I didn’t know you were going to ask.” Nate’s thoughts were crazy. A cop’s slave, submissive, whatever it was called. Could he really do it? Did he truly want it? Yes, it’s what I’ve dreamed about.

  “It should be
pretty simple to carry it out. How’s your acting?” Jason took hold of his cock and slowly worked the skin up and down the shaft. The thing rose, thickened, the head expanding until it brushed Nate’s cheek.

  “Acting. Man, you are confusing the hell out of me. I’ve never acted.” Nate moved his face, bringing his lips to rest on Jason’s dick head. The softness slid over his mouth. The eye tempted him to slip his tongue out, into the tiny opening. He resisted. Even turning his head had been disobedient. Jason might let it go, he might not.

  “You’ve been acting ever since Sam grabbed you…how long ago?” Jason dragged his cock back and forth, brushing Nate’s lips with the crown.

  With his lips still pressed to the head of Jason’s shaft, Nate replied, “Since I was sixteen. Eight years.” Jason was right. He’d acted pleased, proud of his place in Sam’s guard. All the while, he’d secretly yearned for a way to break free. Now, perhaps, he’d found a way out.

  “Such a sexy slave.” Jason pushed his hips forward, pressing the soft dome more firmly against Nate’s lips. “Such a sexy mouth.” He slid his cock to the side, dragging it across Nate’s cheek. He drew a circle then moved the mammoth dick under Nate’s chin where he used it to lift the man’s head even higher. “Tell me you want to suck me.”

  Nate grew more excited by the second. He loved it when Jason had him talk nasty. Loved it even more when the man reciprocated. “Oh yeah, I want to suck your cock. I want to taste the pre-cum oozing out of the slit. I want to stick my tongue in there, lick up all that juicy cream. I want to suck just the head in. Run my tongue around the rim and very gently bite the rubbery head.”

  Jason groaned and squeezed the shaft but continued dragging his cock across Nate’s face. Soon enough, there was a slick trail of pre-cum around his nose and lips. “That’s it, make it hot. Make me want to fuck you. You do want that, don’t you?”

  Scarcely able to get his breath he was so excited, Nate simply kept rambling. “Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hands on my hips holding me in place. I want you to push this monster into my hole and ram it in as hard as you can. Please, Sir. Fuck me.”