by CB Conwy
"Hi! Sorry about that, sorry, I was a bit..." Occupied with imagining how you look in the bedroom. Naked. With a whip in your hand. He stood up and shook Mischa's hand. Mischa smiled, which transformed the man's rather stern appearance completely. Tom was sure that he wasn't gawping. Much.
"That's all right. Let's sit down and have a coffee." The bossiness seemed to come to the man quite naturally, even outside of the bedroom. The lady next to them left, leaving them room to talk without being overheard. Hearing Mischa's next words, Tom was extremely grateful for that.
"So, this time it's going to be really kinky, you know." Tom could only nod. Damn his blushing cheeks.
"Why do you want it? It will be a lot harder than what we've already done." And Tom had thought that Mischa was without mercy before. He had a hunch that this was going to be entirely different than their first dates. Hotter, for one. He got a grip on himself. No need to start off a scene with Mischa thinking that Tom had a focus problem. Even if he kind of did right now.
"I like that I'm not in charge." He wasn't going to hide what he liked. He was too proud for that. And he had a feeling that Mischa would know if he held anything back. "I liked when you told me what to do, made me do things that I didn't think I could do."
"Yes. Those are power games. What about pain?" Mischa's eyes were direct, neutral. God, this went fast.
"I... I don't know." It was difficult to answer this honestly. "It hurt a lot when you fucked me, and I was very excited, but I don't know if the two are connected, you know?"
Mischa smiled. "And if you let that sharp, analytical brain of yours rest for a while and instead answer me from what you're thinking about when you're jerking off at night -- do you like pain then?"
"Yes." The answer came without hesitation. Tom had thought about this. A lot. "But I'm inexperienced, so I don't know how I'll react when it gets real."
Mischa nodded. "That was an honest answer. Let me be just as honest with you." The man let the waiter put down their coffees, then went on. "I like sex, I like pain, and I especially like to combine the two. It's going to be good for you, but it's also going to hurt. And I decide when you're going to feel what." Tom swallowed and discreetly placed his old friend the scarf so he wouldn't embarrass himself. Mischa saw it and smiled.
"I'd like our session to be a longer one, so I want you to spend the night."
Tom nodded. "I can do that. I have to be back around noon tomorrow, though; I have class Monday, and I need to prepare."
"That won't be a problem. You can follow me out to my house and drive back tomorrow."
"I don't have a car."
"You don't?" Tom shook his head. Mischa looked a little dissatisfied. "I'm not entirely happy taking you home with me when you don't know me well and can't leave. But we'll have to work with it. You'll call a friend while I'm listening and tell him that you'll be at this address until tomorrow." He took out a business card with his name and address on it and gave it to Tom.
"During your whole stay, you'll have a safeword and a slow word. Do you remember those?"
Tom nodded. "You told me about them when we were first together -- 'red' and 'yellow,' right?" Mischa nodded. "But I'm not sure if I would remember them in the middle of... well, everything." He blushed. Again.
"You will remember them when you are with me." Mischa sounded as if there could be no doubt whatsoever about that matter. "I am going to push you, and I need to be able to trust you. That's why it's so important that you use your words when you have to."
Mischa leaned in, his voice matter of fact. "The word 'red' stops everything, no questions asked. Well," for the first time, Mischa looked a bit self-conscious, "being the nosy bastard I am, I will make sure that you are okay. If you say 'yellow,' I'll let up on whatever we're doing, let you breathe and tell me what's wrong, and then we'll continue. Using 'yellow' will assure me that I can trust you -- and it can make the scenes a lot better, because we both get what we want. So, it's important, okay?"
Tom nodded. "I'll do my best to remember to use them."
"I can't ask for more." Just like that, Mischa put a couple of bills on the table and got up. "Let's go." Tom fumbled with his coat and scarf, scrambling to keep up. He thought he saw a hint of a smile on Mischa's face as the man's eyes wandered down to Tom's crotch. Tom sighed. He really had to get himself a longer coat.
***
The boy hadn't looked spooked, even when Mischa had put on his most bossy demeanor. Well, as bossy as he could be in public without attracting unwanted attention. Mischa was fascinated with Tom's obvious arousal at the mention of the things they were going to do. Or rather, the things he was going to do to the boy, Mischa corrected himself, smiling inwardly. He was going to give Tom a thorough introduction to the world of kink. It might just be a single scene, but Mischa was known for his imagination.
They reached his car, and he opened the doors. When they had climbed into the car, Mischa turned to the boy.
"Do you have a phone?"
Tom looked up. "Yes?"
"Then make your call now. Tell whoever you call where you'll be until tomorrow. I want you to feel secure at my place."
Tom looked a bit impatient, but he obediently made a call. Having done that, he looked at Mischa. "Satisfied?"
Mischa knew that he wasn't supposed to stand for any cheek, but this was important. "Yes, I'm satisfied." He put the car in gear and started driving. "During a scene, it's common practice that I confiscate your phone." He turned onto the road leading out of town. Tom had started to look for his phone again. "Since you don't have a car, however, I'll put it on the table inside the door. It will stay there until you leave my house. That way, you can always call somebody and get a ride, okay?"
Tom nodded. He seemed to have decided to go with the flow now. A very wise decision in this lifestyle.
"Do you have any questions for me?" The car was a nice, safe space; Mischa was more likely to get Tom to speak up here than in the playroom. If they made it to the playroom at all. Mischa's plans were to test the boy's tastes in a more neutral environment. Then Tom could take it further with somebody else if he wanted to.
Tom didn't seem to have any problems speaking his mind, though. "I don't know what to call you?"
Mischa nodded, satisfied with the question. "During a scene you'll call me 'sir.' You can also call me 'Master,' but that's normally not done until the Dom and the sub know each other a bit better." Until the sub had learned enough about him to appreciate his mastery in this art. "Outside of a scene, you can call me Mischa as usual."
"I'm sorry to be rude, but isn't that a girl's name? I know that it means bear." Mischa laughed. The boy was a funny blend of being all flustered and blushing and then being straightforward and curious. It was... refreshing.
"Not to a Russian, it isn't. My real name is Mikhail, or Michael in English, but my uncle called me Mischa when I was a kid, and it stuck. He grew up in Russia. And by the way, it doesn't really mean bear; it's like calling a cat "kitty" in English."
"That's really interesting. Do you speak the language?"
"A bit. I think I could brush it up pretty quickly if I had to. But I work with numbers and don't really have any use for it."
"You do? What do you do?" They kept talking, making the ride to his house outside the suburbs fly by. Mischa remembered that he simply liked Tom; the stubborn TA was so different from the subservient twinks Mischa was used to working with. He tried to keep his expectations down. Maybe Tom wasn't into this at all. But something told Mischa that he would be.
They got out of the car, and, as always, Mischa enjoyed the quiet countryside where he lived. The only noise out here was the wind going through the trees. He didn't really surround himself with much luxury, but this piece of land was some of it. So was his playroom.
Tom had stopped talking, looking a little nervous. Good. It showed that he took this seriously.
Without a word, Mischa led the boy into his house. "Phone." He held his hand out,
and Tom gave the phone to him without protest. Mischa put it in the center of the narrow table inside the door. Then he took off his coat and turned to his boy. Tom was still nervous but held his head up high. It was a good look on him.
"Undress." The boy blinked but obeyed immediately. He looked for a place to put his coat, and Mischa pointed to a spot on a larger table. Tom quickly folded the coat up, and the rest of his clothes followed. Then he stood in front of Mischa, naked. His cock was hard, and he did nothing to hide it.
Mischa walked around him, looking at Tom and enjoying both the sight and the boy's reaction to him. Then he stood in front of Tom.
"Are you ready to obey me?"
Tom blushed furiously but stubbornly kept his head up, his cock jerking. Mischa smiled.
"Yes, sir." The honorific came naturally.
"What is your safeword?" Mischa asked the first question, finding peace in the ritual.
"My safeword is 'red,' sir." Tom's voice was clear and sure.
"What happens when you use it?"
"Everything stops, sir."
"And your slow word?"
"My slow word is 'yellow,' sir."
"What happens when you use that?"
"I get a break, sir."
Satisfied with Tom's answers, Mischa stepped close and grabbed Tom's hair, twisting his head back. Tom gasped with surprise. He was still rock hard, though.
"You're here to do as I tell you to." The words made the boy whimper, his cock jumping. Mischa smiled inwardly but kept up his snarl. "I'm going to do with you as I please, whether you like it or not. Did it hurt when I fucked you?" Tom gasped when his head was forced into an awkward angle, but he didn't struggle. Interesting.
"Yes! Yes, it hurt, sir. A lot."
"What else hurt?" Mischa was hard, enjoying this simple questioning so much.
"When, ahh, when you bit me. When you bit my nipples. Sir."
"Did that hurt?" Mischa leaned in, enjoying the boy's scent of sweat and arousal.
"Yes. It really hurt."
"Like this?" He let go of Tom's hair and grabbed the boy's nipples, pinching them both in a hard grip.
"Ahh! Oh, ow. Yes, sir, like that." He squeezed a bit harder, making Tom yelp and arch, desperately trying to lessen the pain. It didn't escape Mischa's attention that Tom was every bit as hard as before, though.
"Good. Then you know what to expect." Mischa held the grip a bit longer, wanting to see if Tom would fight him. Tom didn't; instead, the boy let his pain out in a whimper that turned into a keening noise.
"You're doing fine. Now, I'm going to count down from ten, holding the pressure while I do it. When I reach zero, I'll let go. Okay?" Mischa was quite aware that his sub would probably have preferred a shorter explanation. He couldn't say that he cared much.
"Yes, sir!" Tom tried to press his lips closed around his whimper, but failed.
"Good. I'll start now. Ten, nine, eight..." The sound got louder, but Tom accepted what was done to him, trying to cope with the pain. "Seven, six..." His sub was sweating now, and Tom's noises were only interrupted by gasping breaths. "Five, four, three..." As always, Mischa tightened his fingers on the last five counts. It made Tom yell, arching and going up on his toes. "Two, one, zero." Mischa let go, eliciting another loud groan from Tom and catching him when the boy swayed away from the pain.
"Good boy." He rubbed the sore nubs, making Tom jump and moan a bit. "Good boy." Tom was wide-eyed, breathing fast, and looking a little shell-shocked. Mischa wrapped his arms around the boy and drew him into a hug, letting Tom breathe and relax and feel how hard he had made Mischa. To his astonishment, the boy was still hard, too. Oh, yes, he had been right; this had every chance of being a great scene.
Mischa let go of the boy and smacked his butt none too lightly. "So, boy, let's go eat. A nice bit of nipple torture always makes me hungry."
***
Tom was a bit dazed. Just a little. Okay, a lot. He hadn't made it farther than the front room before Mischa had started torturing him. God. It had hurt like hell. He wasn't quite ready to think about how that had made him feel.
Mischa brought Tom to the kitchen where he took a pizza from the fridge, putting it in the oven to heat. "I made it earlier today. I didn't want to waste our time by cooking." Mischa's smile was definitely close to a leer. Then he set the table in the kitchen, and now they were on the grand tour of the house.
Mischa showed Tom the living room, the dining room, the very nice bathroom, and his bedroom. They had passed a couple of other doors, and Mischa had told Tom that they were his office, his playroom, and guest rooms. Tom couldn't help but wonder. He had been shown the bedroom, but not the office? Well, he guessed that the tour had served its purpose; the bedroom was where he was going to end up later on. The tour had finally made his dick go down, but that thought was enough to make it twitch a bit.
He caught Mischa smirking at him, but his host didn't comment on Tom's arousal. Instead, Mischa closed the door to the bedroom. "I think the pizza is done now -- let's go eat."
Tom nodded and turned to get his clothes from the front room. "Where do you think you're going?" Mischa's voice was low.
Tom stopped. "To get my clothes, of course."
"You won't need them until you leave tomorrow."
Tom was speechless. "But I can't eat without any clothes on!" Okay, maybe not so speechless.
Mischa laughed at Tom. "You can have your nipples pinched, and you can take the grand tour of my house without any clothes on, but you can't eat naked?"
"Of course I can't!" You didn't eat without your clothes on. That was just... weird.
Mischa stepped close, and suddenly Tom could smell the man again. It was the same scent he had caught when Mischa had pinched his nipples. Mischa smelled like... power. Tom's breath caught in his throat.
"You can, and you will." Mischa stared at him.
"Yes, sir." Tom's voice wasn't much more than a whisper. Of course his fucking cock was shouting what it felt about this.
"Good!" Just like that, Mischa let up, slapped Tom's butt, and turned. "Let's go eat."
***
They had been eating in the kitchen, talking and laughing, and all the time he had been naked. Mischa, of course, was fully clothed. Tom didn't know why having dinner without his clothes on made him so conscious about his nakedness, but it did. It was confusing, making him feel vulnerable and a little lonely.
At the same time, Mischa was good company. There was absolutely no question about his authority, but it almost seemed as if he could turn his powerful energy off and on. Or at least to high and low. When it was low, like it was now, he was kind, funny, and seemed genuinely interested in Tom's opinions.
Tom realized that he was forgetting his nakedness, feeling more and more comfortable in Mischa's company. It didn't feel awkward anymore, it felt... right. As if this was the way it was supposed to be. It was very different from their earlier sessions.
He didn't get much time to think about his revelation. "Let's clean this up," Mischa said, and got up. "I'll tell you what I want to do to you, and then we'll take it to the bedroom." Tom felt his nerves flare, but nodded and helped make the kitchen nice and tidy again. Then he followed Mischa into the living room.
"Sit down." Mischa pointed to the sofa and sat down next to him, turning so the man could watch Tom. "Are you nervous?"
Tom could only nod. He had suddenly realized that this was it; he was going to do things that he hadn't done before, things that might make him scream in pain. For a moment, he wanted to get out of there. Then he remembered how hard Mischa's nipple torture had made him. He might be scared, but he still wanted to try this.
"That's okay. Remember your words, though. I trust you to use them if you need to." Mischa looked at him with a stern expression.
"I will." Mischa's insistence on this point made Tom calmer. He did have a way out if he couldn't cope, didn't he?
"We'll go into my bedroom in a minute. We won't use the playroom this
time, and I won't use any toys, either. I want to keep it basic and see what you like and where your limits are."
"Okay." Tom didn't even know what a playroom looked like, so the plan was okay with him. He relaxed a little.
"I don't usually tell what's going to happen during a scene, but I'm going to make an exception today. It makes it a little less scary for you. Well, unless the scene scares you." Mischa's eyes were intense; Tom found his look just a little wolfish. "And the first thing I'm going to do to you might scare you. I'm going to play with your balls."