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A Russian Bear

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by CB Conwy


  "Do you still want this? It will be easier for you this time, but I'll still fuck your ass. And I'll be in charge."

  Tom was staring at Mischa. "Can we go now?" He blinked. "I mean, yes. Yes, I want to do this. I want it a lot."

  Mischa nodded, waving at the waiter to pay. Then Mischa entertained himself watching Tom fight his way back into his coat, all the time placing his scarf strategically to hide what their conversation had done to him.

  When Mischa had paid, Tom shot him a challenging look, waiting to see how he would get out of this without embarrassing himself. Mischa smirked, got up, turned around with his front toward the corner, and put on his long coat, which concealed his excitement entirely. Then he turned back. "See? I came prepared."

  Tom burst out laughing and grabbed his arm, dragging him out of the café. Mischa shot the sulking waiter a triumphant look and followed. He was going to get laid.

  ***

  They walked the two blocks back to his hotel -- the same as last time; no need to change a good thing -- and the staff was kind enough to give Mischa an end room with no neighbors due to his habit of watching TV at night. Or, well, performing other noisy activities, but no need to give out too much information.

  On the way up to their room, Tom went quiet. Mischa placed his hand on the boy's back and heard the low gasp. He smiled to himself; there was no doubt that Tom was into this. He kept his hand resting there possessively until they reached the room.

  Mischa unlocked the door and put the key card on the table, then took off his heavy coat. He turned to Tom, who was standing in the middle of the room, still fully dressed. Nice. Mischa made sure that Tom saw him put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, closing it and standing in front of Tom.

  The bulge in Tom's pants was clear, and his breathing was fast.

  "Good boy. Now, take off your clothes." He watched intently as Tom undressed in front of him. The boy's hands were shaking a little bit, but Mischa guessed that it was more from excitement than from nerves. His guess proved right. After stripping down, Tom turned around, revealing a hard cock with a touch of fluid in the slit. Too bad Mischa wasn't going to do anything about that yet.

  "On your knees in front of me." Mischa kept standing in the middle of the room. Tom blushed, hesitating for a moment; it seemed that this was the hardest part for him. Then he got over it and lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Mischa.

  For a moment Mischa only enjoyed the image of the naked boy in front of him, then he gave the next order. "Open my pants and take out my cock. Don't pull down my pants, just open them."

  Tom fought to unbutton the slacks and then carefully lowered the zipper, fishing out Mischa's hard dick. Mischa noticed him taking deep breaths; someone had a serious thing for the smell of aroused man. Well, all the better for him.

  He realized that Tom was sitting still, looking up and waiting for orders. Mischa let him wait just a little longer, enjoying the kneeling sub's excitement and embarrassment. Then he took pity on the boy.

  "Now, suck me. Start with the head and then go deeper."

  Tom was so eager that he scratched Mischa with a sharp canine. "Watch it, boy!"

  Repentantly, Tom withdrew. "Sorry, sir." Then he went right back to his task.

  Mischa didn't know where that "sir" had come from, but definitely liked the implications. Not to mention Tom's mouth; it was warm and wet, and Tom was so eager to please. The boy still choked a bit when he went too deep too fast, but he had improved a lot. At this rate, it wouldn't take him long to make Mischa come. And that was exactly how Mischa wanted it.

  Mischa grabbed Tom's hair, starting to fuck him deeper. Tom gagged a little, and the spasms made his throat contract around Mischa's cock. Mischa groaned and thrust deeper, holding himself there a little while. Tom was doing such a good job, accepting Mischa's hands and only fighting them when he ran out of air. Mischa let him up to breathe.

  "You're doing so well." Tom was panting and had a stream of saliva down his chin. "Are you ready to take my come?"

  "Yes, sir. Please." Oh, that was a nice touch. Mischa moaned and pushed back into Tom's mouth, this time fucking it in earnest. He soon lost any rhythm and jerked, thrusting his dick deep down Tom's throat. Tom swallowed and swallowed, and that was enough to pull the come out of Mischa's balls. He yelled and thrust again, and finally withdrew to let the last splatter land on Tom's face.

  He panted and smeared the come around Tom's face with his dick, and then he sat down on the bed. "Christ, boy, you're getting good at that." Tom smiled, looking depraved with his hard cock jutting up along his stomach and Mischa's sperm on his face. Mischa got up again and bent to kiss him, hard.

  "It's a good look on you, Tom. Horny and willing." Tom blushed but did not look away. He definitely had a backbone. Mischa liked it.

  "Get on the bed." Mischa pulled back the sheets to make space for his boy. Tom obediently lay back on the bed. Then Mischa stood in front of him, starting to undress, never looking away from Tom.

  Tom was breathing heavily, his hand moving down to stroke his dick.

  "No!" Tom startled. "Don't touch yourself. I'm in charge; I decide when you come." Tom whimpered but let go of himself. Mischa noticed that his hands were entangled in the sheets, though.

  Without much ceremony, Mischa got undressed and lay down next to Tom. The boy suddenly looked insecure, his body tensing up. Mischa looked at him, taking in the naked body and enjoying Tom's fight to obey. Then Mischa took pity on him. "Come here, Tom." Tom made a small sound and wrapped his arms around Mischa, surrendering fully to the kiss. It went on and on, Tom yelping into Mischa's mouth when Mischa found the boy's nipples and squeezed them.

  Mischa lifted his head, smiling. "You really like this, don't you?" He pinched harder, making Tom buck and whimper. Oh, yes, the boy liked it. "Well, too bad." Mischa let go and bent over to retrieve the lube and the condoms. "I decide what we do. And I want to fuck you." God, if the mentioning of who had the power would get that reaction out of Tom every time, Mischa would keep on repeating it. Over and over again.

  Tom had gotten his breathing back under control when Mischa opened the lube and got the slick ready. "Spread your legs." Tom willingly opened himself up, uncovering his little hole. Mischa decided to push a little more this time.

  "Grab your legs and pull them back. Open yourself up for me." Tom was blushing furiously, and for a moment, Mischa thought he was going to balk. But he managed to do as he was told.

  Mischa hesitated and just watched. Tom held onto his legs under his knees, his asshole revealed and his hard dick resting against his stomach. Embarrassed or not, he hadn't gone soft for a second. Impulsively, Mischa bent and kissed him. "You like it?" Mischa asked softly, stroking Tom's hair away from his forehead. Tom nodded, unable to speak.

  Mischa got back up and into his role again. "Nice position. Hold on to it." Tom made one of those little noises that said "fuck" and "too much" and "I'm so horny" all at once. Mischa smirked and finally rubbed his fingers against Tom's asshole.

  "Ah! Oh. Sir, so good..." He loved Tom's reaction to something that simple. Mischa didn't stop but kept on rubbing, now and then letting a finger threaten to breach the tight ring of muscle but never doing so. Tom never stopped talking, moaning, begging, and soon Mischa gave in, pushing a finger into the tight heat.

  "Oh, fuck! Ah!" Tom was just as tight as last time, and there was no doubt that he felt it even with a single finger. Mischa didn't give him any time to adjust, but started fucking him with one finger immediately. It seemed that the boy was right with Mischa on that plan; Tom moaned and started moving his hips a bit, trying to get more.

  "I think you're ready for one more." Mischa added more lube and pushed two fingers right into Tom.

  "Unngh! Sir, please wait, wait... Slow, please." Tom almost lost his grip on his legs, desperately trying to accommodate the new feeling. Mischa didn't give him any time, though. Spreading Tom wider, the Dom leaned in. "Take it, Tom. Just lie there and t
ake what I give you." Tom let out a long whimper, nodding and panting.

  "Good boy. Take it, now." He was relentless, fucking Tom deep and fast. The boy was beginning to ride the burn, moaning with it and still so hard. It was beautiful to watch. Mischa decided to raise the odds.

  "Now you're getting three fingers." Tom moaned pitifully. The conflict between need and nerves was written on his face, making Mischa harder than ever before. "Look at me. I want to see it on your face." Mischa put on more lube and added a third finger to the two already inside Tom.

  Tom screamed and clung to his knees. "Ahh! Oh, burns, sir, it burns! Oh, fuck..." He writhed, trying to get away from the intrusion. Mischa let Tom have a few seconds to get used to it and then started moving his fingers in and out.

  Just like the last time, Mischa could see the exact moment when the discomfort was replaced by Tom's need to ride the burn and enjoy the pleasure it gave him. Tom started up a litany of pleading, asking Mischa to stop, to keep going, to give him more, to slow down. It was beautiful and made Mischa hard as stone. He really started stretching Tom's ass, and when Tom only reacted by pushing down, trying to get more, he knew he could go on.

  Mischa withdrew his fingers, drawing a protest from Tom. He didn't pay any heed to it, just sat back on his haunches, rolling on the condom and slathering a generous helping of lube on it. He took his time, taking pleasure in the way Tom was panting, harder than nails, but still oh-so-obediently staying in position. It would have made a weaker man come on the spot.

  He got into position, supporting himself on his arms and looking into Tom's eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to take it because I tell you to." Mischa gave him a hard kiss, drowning out Tom's whimper. The boy looked both nervous and so aroused.

  Leaning in, Mischa pressed against Tom's hole, pushing his way past the tight ring. Tom shouted, sounding almost surprised, then hissed and panted.

  Mischa started penetrating the tight passage, searching for that little knot of pleasure. Tom yelled as Mischa hit it, the boy losing control and wrapping around Mischa. Mischa stopped. "Oh, no. You hold your position, now. Do as I told you to do." He gently spread Tom's legs again and made the boy get back into the position. Tom was totally incoherent now, pleading and moaning.

  Mischa set up a slow, steady movement in and out. Tom's head fell back, his eyes big as saucers but his body accepting the invasion. Mischa moaned at the easy surrender, bending down and kissing him, still churning in and out.

  Going a bit deeper, he was drawing a gasp from Tom at the end of each stroke. His sub still didn't protest, though, not even when Mischa was thrusting almost all the way into Tom and he could see the wince on Tom's face. On the contrary, Tom started begging. "Please, sir. Oh! Please, take me, make me do it... Ah! Please."

  Mischa started losing his rhythm. On the next thrust, he pushed all the way in, eliciting a deep yell from Tom. Mischa grabbed Tom's cock and started stroking it, suddenly in a hurry to make Tom come before he did himself. He pushed in deeply again, and then again, and let his thumb slide over Tom's cockhead. That was all it took, and he could pump his seed out in the condom while his boy came, screaming, and then grunting a few times as Mischa thrust as deep as he could.

  He stayed there, panting and looking down at Tom. The boy had a dazed look in his eyes.

  "You can let go now." Tom loosened his grip on his legs, and they fell to the sides as if broken. Mischa gently slid out of his body, and Tom protested with a soft whimper. Mischa got rid of the condom and leaned back in, kissing him softly before pulling the covers over them and letting the boy snuggle in.

  "So, how was your second meeting with kink?" Tom moaned and hid his head in the pillow, for a moment grinding into Mischa. Mischa even felt Tom's dick make a feeble attempt to harden again. Mischa laughed. "Well, I'll take that as a sign of a positive experience."

  "You always know how to push me, don't you?" Tom asked a little later. "I thought it would be easier this time -- and less mind-blowing -- but you keep surprising me."

  Mischa smiled, feeling very, very smug. "I do my best, boy."

  Chapter 3

  Mischa had been thinking. Quite a lot. When he did that, he usually made a lot of money. Only in this case he had been thinking about Tom. That usually made him come a lot, but not this time.

  It wasn't that the memories of his sweet little TA with the kinky fantasies weren't a huge turn on for him. They definitely still were. It was just that he had a hunch that Tom's fantasies were a lot more comprehensive than the boy knew.

  Mischa hadn't gone easy on Tom; on the contrary, he had made the boy scream. And that had been so very hot for them both. He had pushed the boy to do things that were challenging, not least to Tom's virgin hole. It had been a hell of a ride.

  At the end of their last meeting, Tom had said something that had made Mischa think, however. "You always know how to push me." It wasn't that difficult to push an almost-virgin, but Mischa hadn't even started. In fact, they hadn't even had a real scene yet. Mischa refused to think about what to call their last two meetings. They weren't scenes, because he only did one scene with a boy. Ever.

  But he was quite sure that Tom wanted to be pushed. Needed to. It might still be a subconscious wish, but it hadn't escaped Mischa's attention that Tom had used the pushing as an example of how good their meetings had been for him. Tom needed a real scene, not just a hard fuck with a strict lover. Mischa made a decision and picked up his phone.

  ***

  "Hi, Mischa!" Tom sounded so happy on the phone. "Are you calling to set up another meeting?"

  "Hello, Tom. Well, kind of. I have a suggestion for you."

  "A suggestion?" Tom sounded a little wary now.

  "Yes. I want to do a scene with you."

  Tom was quiet for a long time. "And by 'scene,' you mean something far more kinky than what we've been doing, right? I mean, whips-and-handcuffs kinky?"

  "I'm not sure we'll do the whole nine yards, but yes. I'd like you to come out to my place so you can get an idea of what BDSM really is. Then you can decide if you want to explore it further." See him being all constructive without breaking one of his rules.

  Mischa let the suggestion hang in the air. He really had thought that it would be impossible for a human being to blush on a phone line, but Tom's cheeks never let him down.

  "That would..." Tom paused. "That would make it... real."

  "What do you mean?" Now Mischa was curious.

  "Well, our meetings were more... casual, weren't they? If we do this, then it's for real."

  Mischa agreed. "It would be real. I know that you like what we've already done--" he could have sworn that his phone itself was blushing now, "--but there's one more thing." Toby would have called him a tease with that cliffhanger, but Toby wasn't there, so who was going to complain?

  "And what is that thing?" Okay, the sweet little boy was also a clever academic who didn't let anyone boss him around outside the bedroom.

  "It's going to be harder this time. I like pain. Yours, not mine." He could hear Tom's fast intake of breath. Score.

  "What do you mean, pain?"

  "I'll show you what BDSM's all about. In detail. That includes making you hurt."

  "Okay."

  "Okay?"

  "Okay, I'd like to try." Honesty when it came to his own needs was definitely one of Tom's most attractive qualities. Mischa realized that he was very much looking forward to seeing Tom in his playroom.

  ***

  Tom was nervous. Really nervous. On his first dates with Mischa (even just thinking about it made him blush, so much in fact that the woman at the table next to him in the café looked at him), he hadn't had much time to think about what he was doing; they were still relatively innocent hook-ups. This time, he had a hunch that it would be nothing like that.

  Even their conversation on the phone had been... different. Mischa was bossy, no doubt about that. The man hadn't made it easy for Tom, either, wanting to know everything
about him: what he had done and what turned him on and why. In detail. Tom had been sweating when he finally hung up. Of course, he had also been hard.

  And there wouldn't be a hotel room this time. Mischa had demanded that they meet first in this café. Something about making sure that this was really what Tom wanted. And yes, demanded; the man wasn't beating around the bush anymore.

  The call had been almost a week ago. Six long days for Tom to wonder if he really did want this, if he could take what Mischa was going to do to him, if... A polite cough disrupted his nervous thoughts.

  "Hello, Tom." He looked up; he had forgotten how sexy Mischa was. Tom had started to think of the man as his Russian bear; that was what the name meant, after all. Mischa didn't look very... well, Russian, and he didn't look bearish, either. He was a bit taller than Tom, with a solid body and short, dark hair with a little gray in it, even if he couldn't be much more than ten years older than Tom. It was Mischa's eyes that made Tom stare when he saw them again. They were dark, stern, but with a glint in them that promised... Tom blinked when Mischa looked searchingly at him.

 

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