by CB Conwy
Tom was panting. This was an impossible choice. It had hurt so much already. But there was no way he could leave here without taking all he was offered. The answer came easily.
"Please, take me. Make me scream."
Mischa's eyes glinted, and he moaned. "Good boy. Now, breathe deeply. Hold it, and let it out."
Tom did as he was told, and, on his second exhalation, Mischa grabbed his shoulders and pushed all the way into him.
At first, Tom couldn't even get a sound out. Then he screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Mischa began to fuck him, all the way into the deep pain every time. The Dom ground into Tom's prostate every time, too, and had started stroking his cock.
Tom had never been in this much pain or pleasure before, and he couldn't tell the two apart. With a last scream, he came, his back bending and his ass clenching tightly around Mischa. Mischa roared and thrust into him, jerking and crying out. He held on to Mischa, whimpers turning into sobs. Mischa held him tightly, gently kissing him while he cried, crooning soothing noises to him.
When Tom had cried himself out, Mischa carefully moved inside him, bumping his prostate again. The feeling zinged through him, way too much to endure. He protested feebly. Mischa smiled and withdrew. Tom whimpered at the emptiness. Then he saw that Mischa was rolling on another condom, the man's cock never having gone soft.
"No! Mischa, there's no way I can--" Mischa silenced him with a kiss, gently pushing into him again. He had to moan at the feeling, couldn't be quiet. It was so... right. He was sore and aching and he had to have this.
Mischa held Tom's head, making Tom look at him. "You've had me once, and I gave you a lot of pain. Now I'm going to give you only pleasure." Mischa started moving, and Tom, exhausted, couldn't do anything but accept it. He had to lie back and take it, every thrust, every grind against his prostate, every stroke to his dick. In the beginning, it was too much; then he sank into it, closing his eyes and floating on it.
Mischa fucked him with long, even strokes, and after a while Tom couldn't keep quiet anymore, didn't do anything to keep quiet. He was keening, babbling, singing, and when he came, it was an explosion of bright and quiet. He felt Mischa thrust into him with jerking hips, coming, and then there was only their breathing and the scent of sweat and sex.
They lay like that for an eternity until Mischa had to pull out. He got rid of the condom and came back with a warm cloth, gently washing Tom. Tom just lay back, letting Mischa take care of him. "Good boy," Mischa mumbled, patting Tom dry. Then he got into bed, letting Tom snuggle in and dragging the covers over them. Tom felt the man gently kiss his head. "Sleep now. You deserve it."
***
Tom was awakened by a hand caressing his hair. He sleepily opened his eyes, seeing Mischa smile down at him.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead." He smiled back and leaned in for a kiss. A sharp stab of pain shot through his ass at the movement.
"Oh! Ow." He looked a little sheepishly at Mischa, who was laughing.
"Well, you're bound to be sore after last night. With any luck, you're going to feel it for days."
He moaned and kissed Mischa, suddenly as horny as he had been the night before. He wrapped his legs around Mischa and ground experimentally against the man's solid body. The ache zinged through Tom and made him gasp.
"Oh, fuck. I'm definitely not going to forget this any time soon." Mischa pushed Tom to his back and kept on kissing him. It was so good.
"Please, fuck me again." Yes, he was begging, and no, he didn't care.
Mischa laughed. "Oh, no, there's no way that ass of yours is going to be of any use today." Mischa kissed him again, ignoring his disappointment. "However, I do believe you could use a blowjob."
Tom meant the mixture of a groan and a moan as a "Hell, yes. Please!" and it seemed that Mischa spoke fluent Lust. At least, Mischa let his mouth wander down to Tom's nipples, where he started licking and sucking.
If Tom had any hope of being coherent, he lost it now, and with great pleasure. He had never known that his nipples could be this sensitive, and he moaned and sighed and tried to get more. And he got more; Mischa bit down on Tom's right nipple and held it between sharp teeth. The pain shot through Tom, and he shouted, trying to make Mischa let go.
"Ah ah." Mischa pushed down Tom's hands and kissed him on the mouth. "No pulling my hair. Do you like it?"
"It hurts like hell when you bite me!"
Mischa smirked. "That wasn't the question. Do you like it?"
Tom blushed furiously. "Fuck, yes, I like it."
Mischa looked way too pleased with himself. "Good. Then grab the sheets and take what I give you." He went back down and licked Tom's left nipple, making Tom sigh with the feeling. Then he clamped down his teeth. Tom yelled and clutched the sheets, the pain almost too much for him. Mischa let go and gently licked and nuzzled the poor abused nib. It was even more sensitive than before, and Tom couldn't keep quiet.
"Please! Yes, so good. Mischa, so good... Please, more." Mischa gave Tom a very self-satisfied grin, and, just like that, he bent and took Tom's cock in his mouth.
Tom cried out, feeling his dick going all the way into Mischa's throat. There was no way he could keep still, and he started fucking Mischa's mouth, going in deep.
Mischa took him, playing with Tom's balls and caressing Tom's thighs. Sucking furiously, Mischa let one finger stroke lightly over Tom's sore asshole, and that was all it took. Tom came, screaming as he pumped his seed into Mischa's mouth. When it was over, Tom lay on the bed, panting and sated.
Mischa got up and straddled Tom, stroking his own cock until he came with a shout, shooting long ropes of come over Tom's chest and stomach. Then Mischa collapsed next to him, gasping and reaching out to put an arm around Tom.
Tom just lay there, arms and legs limp and Mischa's come on his skin. Mischa reached down and rubbed it in. Tom's dick made a feeble attempt at rising again, and he laughed breathlessly.
"I don't think I can get it up anytime soon."
Mischa kissed him. "I hope not. Otherwise, I wouldn't have done my job very well." They kissed a bit more, and then Tom curled up close to Mischa, dozing.
After a little while, Tom opened his eyes. "I guess this is not exactly slave protocol?"
"What do you mean?" Mischa kissed him again.
"Spending the night, you giving me a blowjob."
"Well, as for the last, I think you have to please your master. And I like to give blowjobs." Mischa winked. "As for the scenes, they are as different as the people doing them." He got serious. "Are you okay with last night?"
Tom looked at him, uncomprehendingly.
"It's a long time since I've worked with an inexperienced sub, and I got a bit carried away. I know it hurt when I fucked you, and your first venture into BDSM didn't have to be quite that brutal."
Tom was astonished. "Brutal?" He sat up, looking at Mischa. "It did hurt, and there was a moment when I didn't think I could do it." He leaned in, stroking Mischa's cheek. "But that was the way I wanted it to be." He blushed but kept going. "I've been fantasizing about this for a long time, and last night was every bit as kinky as I had dreamed of. And good."
Mischa looked a little relieved. "So it was okay for you, too?"
"Fuck, no!" Mischa sat up, too, looking a little apprehensive. "It wasn't 'okay,' and you know it! You fucking blew my mind the first time you fucked me, and then you blew it again in a whole other way. It was way better than 'okay.'" He leaned over and gave Mischa a quick kiss. "And now I need a shower. Someone came all over me." He sauntered to the bathroom. As he turned to close the door, he got a glimpse of Mischa's face. The man looked unbearably smug.
***
Tom got dressed while Mischa sat in his robe on the bed, watching the boy and arguing with himself. When Tom was ready to leave, Mischa made his decision and got up, finding something in his wallet.
"This is my card. I'll write my personal email and number on the back." He put down the information, avoiding Tom's eyes.
"If you want to do this again, then send me an email or call me. I don't want you to feel pressured in any way, but I'd love to make another appointment like this with you." He looked up, anxious to see if Tom would take his card.
Tom did, and with a tender expression on his face, he stepped close, kissing Mischa softly. "I'll take it, and you will hear from me." He looked Mischa in the eyes. "Thank you for making my fantasy come true. I had a really, really good time." He turned to leave, and then hesitated.
"What is it?" Mischa asked.
Tom blushed. "It's just... Well, it's probably a stupid question, but... Was I okay?"
Mischa laughed out loud. "Hell, yes!"
Tom smiled. "Good. See you." He sauntered out of the room with the air of having just been happily fucked.
Chapter 2
It had been more than a week since he had met Tom at the hotel bar.
Mischa squirmed a bit; thinking back to that night inevitably made him very, very hard. Tom had been willing, compliant, and so excited to live out his fantasy. Mischa hadn't had anyone new to the scene for a decade, and it had been an amazing night. The memory of Tom with his head back in pleasure made Mischa's cock stir in the most inappropriate situations.
That memory was almost enough to drown out the little voice that kept pestering him with the fact that he had made a second appointment. He tried to squash it by telling himself that, first, it wasn't really a scene, and second, Tom had called him this time.
Mischa hadn't wanted to put any pressure on Tom by calling him. Hell, maybe Tom would be running away screaming once the boy realized what they had done. It hadn't been a real scene, but it was still far from vanilla. Maybe it had been too optimistic of Mischa to give Tom his number and email, but Mischa had still been fervently hoping to hear from the young man. And he had; Tom had emailed Mischa only a few days after their first encounter, asking him to meet up again.
And that was why Mischa was here at a cozy café on a late afternoon, reading the paper and waiting for his boy to arrive. They had an appointment, and that appointment meant going back to the hotel room to have sex. Kinky sex, if Mischa had anything to say about it -- which he, of course, did. That was kind of the whole point.
He had to cross his legs to cover the bulge in his pants. Maybe Tom was new to this, but seeing someone so lost in pleasure as Tom had been was still a turn on for Mischa. So much, in fact, that he couldn't help looking impatiently toward the entrance.
When Tom came through the door, Mischa barely recognized him. It wasn't just the warm jacket and the big scarf; he seemed different. Happy. Sexy. Very sexy.
Mischa wasn't the only one noticing that; while Tom scanned the room looking for Mischa, the blond waiter was eating Tom with his eyes. Mischa stood up and waved, catching the sour look on the waiter's face and grinning.
Tom lit up when he saw him. "Mischa! Hi." Tom went over to their table in the corner and gave Mischa a hug. "So good to see you again."
"Hi yourself. You look great."
Tom pinked but grinned. "I feel great." He started to untie his scarf and fight his way out of the jacket. Mischa smiled and liberated him from the last stubborn sleeve.
"Ready to let me fuck you again?"
Tom moaned and coughed and basically tried to swallow his tongue. Mischa rubbed his back, laughing. "I think my friend needs a glass of water," Mischa said to the waiter, who had arrived at their table. Tom was still out of breath when the blond got back, and he gratefully took the water, slurping it down in big gulps.
"Easy, now. We can't have you choking." Mischa hadn't meant for Tom to hear the added 'just yet,' but he wasn't sure he had succeeded.
"Wow. Please warn me next time you plan to say something like that." Tom finally put down the glass.
"Why, and take all the fun out of it? I think not." Mischa winked, and Tom laughed.
"Well, since I'm not exactly opposed to the idea, I shouldn't be moaning about it." Tom was blushing, but at the same time casually playing with his scarf so it now covered his crotch.
Mischa liked what he was seeing; their arrangement was apparently still a huge turn on for Tom.
"Oh, I'll try my best to make you moan." Talking dirty included.
Tom blushed and then made a visible attempt to regain control. "Do you have any plans for... tonight?" His fight to sound all calm and collected was very endearing in Mischa's opinion.
"I have plenty of plans. I thought that we could have an early dinner here first and then go to the hotel." He leaned over, ensuring that nobody could hear them. "Then I'll take what I want from you."
Tom moaned, gaze never leaving Mischa's face. Christ, the boy looked hot. For a moment Mischa thought about skipping this and going to the hotel straight away. Then he pulled himself together; he did like Tom and was curious to hear how his sexy little TA had been since their last meeting.
Luckily, the waiter came back, strengthening his resolve. "I'll have the pasta, please, and water. What about you?" He looked at Tom, who seemed marginally more composed now. "The salad, please, with extra bacon. And I'll have water, too." The waiter, who had been smiling invitingly at a wholly oblivious Tom, sourly took their menus and left. Mischa chuckled.
"So, did your students survive their first papers? And, more importantly, did you?" Tom smiled and started telling Mischa about a first year student who had gotten Rauschenberg and Furstenberg mixed up. "The worst part was," Tom was giggling now, "that she went on and on about found objects and compared them to haute couture. Very strange. And unfortunately, very revealing of her mental attendance, since we covered Rauschenberg during the first week of my course and Furstenberg is to be found in a department store, not in the curriculum of any modern art course of mine."
Mischa cleared his voice. "Just to make it clear: Furstenberg is the dresses, right? And Rauschenberg is... not?" He wasn't ignorant; he did have an idea of what Tom was talking about. Okay, a very vague idea; Mischa had only ever bought one painting that really meant anything to him. The rest of the paintings in his home were merely decoration. They fit the color scheme nicely.
"Oh, sorry -- I always forget that not everybody is an art geek like me. And yes, she got a fashion designer and one of the greatest modern artists mixed up. Which is okay if you'd never heard about any of them before, but not so okay if you have been following my class. At least it was one of the more entertaining papers."
Their food came, and they kept talking about what had happened since their last meeting. Tom had gotten a new roommate -- "who actually knows what shampoo is" -- which had completely removed the strange odor that had been lingering in his apartment for months now. Mischa shuddered and told Tom about a meeting earlier that day which had resulted in a new client.
"Congratulations! I must be good luck."
"Well, you were good, that's for sure." Mischa just loved the way he could make Tom blush. He got a little more serious.
"So, how have you been since our last appointment? It was pretty mind-blowing."
Tom smiled a slow smile. "I've been good. Really good." Mischa waited patiently. Tom put down his fork.
"I feel as if it... changed me a bit." Tom had a faraway look in his eyes now. "Of course, the first couple of days, my mind was still trying to recover from being blown to pieces. And so was my ass, for that matter." He blushed, but leaned over and continued. "I was so sore, and every time I moved it reminded me of what we had done. I was hard all the time."
Mischa swallowed.
"When I was in bed the first night, I put a finger in my ass while I was jacking off. I came so hard I saw stars."
Mischa struggled to keep his moan down.
"And it wasn't just the first couple of days. You know, I had my wildest fantasy come true because I risked doing it, admitting to you what I wanted and going with you to get it." Tom took a sip of his water. "That made me realize that I could get what I wanted in other ways, too. I got rid of my stinky roommate. Hell, I even had a one-night stand with a guy from
my gym." Mischa would have thought that it would be impossible for the poor guy to blush any more, but no. "It may not sound like much, but I've always thought that I was way too plain to do anything like that."
"Was it good?" Mischa sounded a bit hoarser than he had intended.
"Oh, yes." Tom shifted the scarf to cover himself better.
"What did you do? Was it easier for you the second time?" Mischa had totally given up on the pretense of eating any more of his pasta.
"I fucked him." Even now, Tom seemed to marvel at that fact. "He said that I came across like a top. And hell, I wanted to try that, too." He winked. "And before you ask: yes, I made him scream, and no, I wasn't nearly as tough on him as you were on me."
The images in Mischa's head were enough to make him breathe harder. They were definitely going back to the hotel right away. However, he had to have one thing out of the way.