Stiff Trick

by Jude Mason

  “Not yet. First, I want to come up with a name for you. If Nate is going to die, we’ll need to call you something else.”

  It took Nate a moment to realise what he meant. When he did, the surprise was complete. He pulled his mouth from its place and, still fuzzy headed, asked, “Name? Me?”

  “Dumbass! If we’re going to get you out of Sam’s clutches, we’ve got to give you a new name. Dumbass works, but it’s not a great name in mixed company.”

  Nate must have looked completely blank, because before he could gather his wits, Jason was laughing his butt off. The world had taken too many turns that day for Nate to keep up, and Jason wasn’t helping.

  “Did I tell you to move your mouth?” Jason grinned down at him, yet the words were said firmly, another demand.

  Pressing his lips again to Jason’s cock head, Nate answered, “No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Do you like the name, Dumbass?” Jason stroked his fingers along Nate’s jaw then insinuated his index finger into his mouth.

  Nate bit back the angry retort he had all ready to let fly. “No, Sir. Of course, if you like it, I’ll be happy to have you call me that.”

  “Nah, it’s not my favourite.” Jason pushed his hips forward, bruising Nate’s lips. “Open wide.”

  Thankfully, Nate parted them. The smooth dome popped inside, and he slathered it with his tongue. Jason kept pushing until the entire length filled Nate’s mouth, the head nudging the back of his throat.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” Jason murmured, his hand again stroking Nate’s face. “Use your tongue, your teeth. Real careful now, I don’t want any damage.”

  Nate followed directions, working his tongue up and down the shaft, massaging the great beast. He used his teeth as best as he could, but having the head buried in his throat made it nearly impossible. Jason seemed to understand and pulled back until just half of his cock was in Nate’s mouth. Teeth bared, Nate grazed the shaft while turning his head this way and that. A guttural moan told him he’d done right and urged him on to even more exploration.

  “Bet your own dick is in need of attention, hey stud? Bet you’d like it if someone touched it or sucked it. Maybe we’ll have old Sam down there sucking on you.” Jason chuckled at his own joke, but only for a second. Nate’s mouth seemed to be working the magic he craved, and only moments later, he thrust his hips forward, hard.

  “Umph,” Nate managed, but that was all. He desperately wanted someone to touch him. Having Jason say it reminded him of how horny he was. He was close to grabbing his cock when Jason pulled his free of Nate’s mouth. The head loomed inches from his face, a slick ribbon of pre-cum still joining it to Nate’s lips.

  “So, a name. I suppose I could simply call you slave, but it’s got no ring to it. Nate, that’s short for what, Nathanial?”

  Nodding, Nate focused on the cock pointing at him. A name was the last thing on his mind.

  Jason reached down and grabbed himself, right at the base, and squeezed. The head pulsed and grew, and a drop of pre-cum oozed. “Nathan. Ever been called that?”

  Again, Nate nodded, remembering an uncle who used to refer to him as Nathan, saying he didn’t look like a Nate. He also remembered liking the uncle, who played softball with him.

  “Well, that’s a possibility, slave.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He leant forward, trying to reach Jason’s glans with his tongue.

  “Stand up, slave boy.” Jason stepped back, giving him room to get to his feet.

  “Hold your cock out.” Jason’s tone was firm, demanding.

  Nate moved his right hand down and grabbed his erection at the base. After taking a deep breath, he held up his shaft and thrust his hips forward. He gritted his teeth, knowing from the past month’s experience that Jason was about to slap his cock.

  He waited and waited, not daring to move.

  Jason walked around him, his own dick in his hand, casually masturbating. When he’d circled once, he slowed his pace, stopping when he was right behind Nate. “Bend over and don’t let go of your cock.”

  Confused, yet relieved he wasn’t going to be slapped, Nate leant forward. He had to ease his legs apart a little more to accommodate his swollen ball sac. The pose wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made him self-conscious. His bottom jutted out, and he knew he was fully exposed.

  “Nice. I love your tight ass, slave boy.”

  “Yes, Sir.” A thrill of pleasure raced up his spine.

  “Want to stroke that big dick of yours, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” He held his cock tight, hoping Jason would give his permission.

  “Not the right answer.”

  An instant later, Nate’s head shot back, and he yelped in surprise. His butt was on fire. Jason’s hand, large and calloused, lay on his right buttock amidst the scorching pain of the first smack. Another followed to his other cheek. He groaned and reached inside himself for the right answer. Two more swats landed before he gasped out a response. “Please, Sir. I want to stroke my cock, but only if you want me to.”

  Jason’s hand landed gently on his ass and stayed there. He caressed the sore buttock and said, “Better. Next time, think before you speak. Or not!” He raised the hand and brought it down four more times, alternating buttocks with each stroke.

  “Hey!” Nate, shocked at the continuation of punishment, arched his back and nearly reached behind himself to cover his ass. Before he could move, Jason’s hand was again resting on his bum. The flesh tingled, itched from the warming, and he would have loved to sooth the abused skin but didn’t.

  “Good slave. Cock still hard?” Jason resumed his caressing touch, working the fingers into the crease of Nate’s ass.

  “Yes, Sir,” Nate replied but realised that wasn’t quite true and added, “Almost. The spanking kind of surprised me, and I went a little soft.”

  “Get it up again.” Jason’s fingers brushed Nate’s anus, lingering there for a heartbeat before slipping lower between his thighs.

  Nate masturbated, taking only a half dozen strokes to bring himself to full erection. When he was there, he stopped sliding his fingers up and down his shaft and simply held it as he’d been told to before the punishment had begun. A soft chuckle from Jason told him he’d done it right.

  “Excellent. Now, pull your buttocks apart. I want a clear shot at you.”

  Nate’s face burned, but he instantly reached back and pried his ass cheeks open. A soft groan came from his lover then the most glorious feeling of a tongue sliding along his crease. It stopped and circled his outer ring then pressed its tip into his hole.

  “Oh fuck,” he murmured, feeling light headed with pleasure.

  Jason’s tongue pulled out, his mouth withdrew, and his voice, sounding muffled, admonished him. “Shut the fuck up and hold still.”

  Biting his lip, Nate did as told. Wallowing in the sheer bliss of his lover’s tongue, he concentrated on keeping his balance. The man used his mouth to wet him, to lubricate and massage the outer ring of muscle, preparing him for the pounding Nate hoped would follow. Fingers jointed the tongue, sliding in and out, one, then two, then three, then shockingly, none.

  He groaned his frustration, but remained in position. He heard Jason walk away and turned in time to see him with a foil packet in his hand. The man tore into it, and a condom popped into view. Jason slid the latex glove on then spat into his palm and stroked his length as if teasing Nate with his slow, determined pumping.

  “Ready, slave?” Jason asked in a husky voice.

  “Yes, Sir,” Nate replied then quickly added, “If you want me to be.”

  “Good catch. Now face the sink and hold onto it.”

  He turned and grabbed the sink, his knuckles white with pressure.

  Jason gripped Nate’s hips and pulled him back, forcing him to take a step. Apparently not satisfied, he kicked Nate’s feet apart then pressed a hand against his upper back.

  Nate leant forward, displaying his spread ass cheeks and the cleft separating t
hem.

  “A very sexy ass, slave. Sklave. Do you know the word?”

  Nate delved into his memory, searching for the meaning but came up empty. “No, Sir. I can’t recall ever hearing it.”

  “It’s German. A word I heard years ago in one of those gay dungeons back east. It means ‘male slave’.” Jason released his grip on Nate’s hips, and a moment later, the soft dome of his cock pressed against the pucker.

  Nate’s heart raced, blood roared in his ears. His breath caught, and he couldn’t think of anything but how the man’s dick was about to spear him. A gentle nudge and it slipped inside, the bulbous head encased just inside his hole.

  “Oh, yeah. Sklave, my slave. I like it.” Jason eased forward, the head sliding none too easily down the length of Nate’s anus. Thumbs, pressed against each side of his hole, pried Nate wide, helping him accept the hot shaft more easily. The sight must have excited Jason, because he kept moaning and rambling on about his Sklave and how much he liked fucking him.

  When Jason’s cock touched bottom and his balls pressed against the bump just behind his own, Nate let out his own long, drawn out moan of pleasure. Filled to the edge of pain, he did his best to relax the muscles in his ass and accept the large rod. A few moments later, Jason slid out—but not far and not for long. A slow, see-sawing motion quickly brought them both to the brink. Movements became jerky, Jason’s fingers dug into the tender flesh of Nate’s bottom, and both of them sounded like they were running a marathon. Gasping, softly cursing, each of them slammed into the other in the attempt to drive the pleasure higher.

  “Yes, Sir. Please, fuck me hard, please!” Nate hissed and churned his hips. His cock slapped his thighs and the counter, the head leaked a long, silvery ribbon of pre-cum. He ached to grab hold of the flailing organ and tug it to release but dared not move.

  As if Jason had heard him, the man released his hold on Nate’s ass and reached for his cock. “Come on, Sklave, permission to come is granted. Five strokes and not one more. Come then or not at all.”

  Long, luxurious caresses dragged Nate to the apex of release. The fourth nearly had him over the top. Jason held him there, fingers tight just below the head, massaging him.

  Sweat ran into Nate’s eyes and down his cheeks, dripped off his chin. He sobbed his need, bit his lip trying to bring on enough sensation to fling him over the edge.

  “Now, my sexy Sklave, come for me, show me how you will obey me.”

  Words crooned into his ear, the fingers dragged down this shaft. He growled, and his hips lurched forward. Cum, like a white ribbon of silk, shot from his cock.

  A low moan came from deep inside Nate as his body went into spasms of release. His belly clenched so hard, the muscles felt like granite. He shuddered, his hips thrust, and another stream of cum hit the counter. The fingers so deftly holding his cock massaged him for a moment longer then released him to pulse and throb in the air.

  “Oh yeah, that’s it.” Jason thrust into him.

  Nate felt the big man’s cock spasm and knew the condom was being filled with his Sir’s load. Again and again, the man slammed hard against him, holding tight to his body between each mighty thrust. Finally, with a great sigh of completion, Jason collapsed onto Nate’s back. Sweat slick skin slid as soft lips pressed against the back of his neck.

  “Thank you, Sir,” Nate murmured. His knees were weak, and he prayed he wouldn’t sink to the floor.

  “Sexy Sklave, I believe I’ve decided on your new name.” Jason chuckled and slowly eased out of Nate’s ass. “Stay put.”

  Nate glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Jason pull off the used rubber. The man hurried to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a damp cloth. To Nate’s surprise, Jason cleaned himself rather than asking Nate to.

  “There,” Jason whispered and tossed the cloth into the sink. He slipped his arms around Nate and pulled him close, chest to chest. “Now, let’s get a move on. We both need a shower, and I don’t plan on being late to work, not today.” He looked into Nate’s eyes and said, in a serious tone, “You just remember to do what I tell you.”

  Nate tucked his arms under Jason’s and felt incredibly protected, loved. The ‘L’ word didn’t scare him, not any more. “You’ve made some plans or something, haven’t you?”

  Jason smiled and nodded but didn’t tell him any more about it. “Just trust me, all right?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Then get into the shower and quit jabberin’.”

  Nate smiled and headed for the bathroom. His ass was sore, but in a good way.

  Chapter Four

  Nate climbed out of the shower and listened for Jason. He heard him talking and wondered who’d come calling. He hadn’t heard the doorbell. He cinched a towel around his waist, grabbed another to dry himself with and left the bathroom. When he walked into the living room and saw Jason on the phone, he stopped.

  “Just make sure you locate me before you start firing,” Jason said then spotted Nate and nodded. “Be right with you,” he mouthed then turned away and wound up his conversation.

  Nate couldn’t hear it all, but he did catch, “Yeah, he’ll be there, and he’ll be dirty.”

  Dirty? What the hell was Jason doing?

  He was about to ask when Jason broke the connection and turned to face him.

  “Business is taken care of. Better get dressed, stud. Sam ain’t a patient man, as we both know.”

  “What—”

  “Never mind ‘what’. It’s late. Move it!”

  Jason walked away, leaving Nate standing in the kitchen feeling somehow abandoned.

  A little confused, Nate went into the bedroom and pulled on his clothing. Clean underwear, the black silk things Jason liked him in, socks, jeans and a T-shirt tucked in, followed by the shoulder harness and the .44 mag. tucked under his arm. Lastly, he pulled on the leather jacket he always wore.

  “Nice. You always look good enough to eat, you know that, Sklave?”

  Nate grinned and turned to face Jason, who stood in the doorway. “What was the phone call about?” He bent down and dragged a boot on then worked on the other.

  “There’s going to be a sting today.”

  Nate’s belly clenched. He’d known it was going to happen, but it just seemed to be snowballing. Too much, too soon—or was it? That very morning, Jason had laid down the law. ‘If you want to stay, you’ll have to abide by the rules’. Jason’s voice had been barely loud enough for him to hear, but it had echoed in his head for quite awhile.

  Nate had finally replied, “Yeah, I know.”

  His heart had been in overdrive ever since. Whatever was going to happen, he needed Jason to know how he felt. He crossed the room, his boots clomping on the hardwood floor until he stood directly in front of the man who had stolen his heart and who warmed his ass in the most delicious way. “Sir, may I speak?”

  Jason cocked his head to the side and folded his arms over his chest. “Yes, Sklave.”

  “I know you’ve got something going today, something that’s most likely dangerous. I want to talk to you before it all begins.” He stopped there, not quite sure how to say it.

  “Okay, dive in and tell me, then,” Jason urged, a smile on his face.

  “Well, Sir,” Nate began and stopped. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees. He swung his arms behind his back and grabbed one wrist. Yes, that’s better. With his eyes on the crotch of Jason’s jeans, he said, “Sir, no matter what happens today, I just wanted you to know, I trust you. Not just for our play, but with my life. I am your Sklave. I love you.”

  A gasp came from the man in front of him, then hands gripped his arms and pulled him to his feet.

  “Nate, my sex Sklave, you really know the right thing to say.” Jason pulled him into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “Today, I need you to listen to me, very carefully, and to do exactly what I say. No questions, just obey me.”

  Jason’s hands ran down Nate’s back then cupped his ass, pulling him
self even more snugly against the man’s muscular body.

  “I will,” Nate replied. He felt like the world was closing in and Jason was the only thing that could protect him.

  “I love you, too, Sklave.” Jason held Nate close for a few moments longer then pushed him away. “Let’s get this show on the road. Sam’s expecting us. Can’t go anywhere without his bodyguards, can he?”

  “No, I suppose not.”

  Jason grabbed his jacket and headed for the door, Nate on his heels.

  The feeling of impending doom lingered.

  * * * *

  “Where the fuck have you two fucktards been? I tol’ ya to be ready to go at noon. Not one, or one-thirty, noon. Dumbass dickheads!” Sam roared his anger as he paced behind the limo he loved to be chauffeured around in.

  “Sorry, boss.” Nate hurried to get the door open. Being raved at in public wasn’t something he enjoyed, and he was pretty sure Jason felt the same by the look of rage on his face.

  Sam stomped over to the side of the car and snarled, “The meet’s set for two, and we’ll barely make it if you can drive better than you tell fucking time.” He slumped into the backseat and immediately reached for a bottle Nate kept ready for him.

  “You bet, Sam.” Nate closed the door, being careful not to slam it. Why tempt fate? he thought and looked at Jason.

  “Better get movin’,” Jason urged and reached for his mobile. He headed for the back of the car, quickly punching the phone to life. He said something into it and flipped it closed before opening the passenger’s side door. “Remember what I said earlier.”

  Nate’s belly did a flip, but he nodded, opened the driver’s door and climbed behind the wheel. The window behind him was closed, so he felt relatively safe talking to Jason, as long as he kept his voice down. “What’s going on?” he whispered as he slid the key into the ignition.

  “Just do everything like normal, but listen for my signal.” Jason winked and smiled. A strained grin, but still reassuring.