A Russian Bear

by CB Conwy

  Tom looked at him uncomprehendingly. Why was that scary?

  Mischa smiled a slow smile. Oh, shit. That look didn't bode well. "It's called CBT."

  Tom still didn't understand anything but the predatory look on Mischa's face.

  "That's short for cock and ball torture. It means that I'll squeeze your balls 'til you scream. Then I keep going a bit, just to let you feel it. It's a favorite thing of mine."

  Tom could only stare, his mouth suddenly gone dry and his heart beating very loudly. Mischa was going to pinch Tom's balls like the man had done with his nipples? Tom instinctively tried to protect himself.

  Mischa laughed and pulled away Tom's hands. "Oh, no, don't cover yourself up. I know that it's scary, and it will hurt. But remember how hard you were when I pinched your nipples. You liked that, didn't you?"

  Tom swallowed. "Yes." Impossible to lie about that. But his balls...

  "When I've done that, I'll fuck you. If it'll be painful for you or not depends on what I feel like in the situation. I might decide to open you up a lot."

  Tom nodded. A hard fuck he could cope with. He drowned out the little voice that pointed out that screaming orgasms didn't exactly fall under the category of 'coping.'

  "Tomorrow morning, I might fuck you again, if I feel like it -- and if you're able to do it. And, of course, I'll take a blowjob any time I feel like it." Now Mischa had that predatory look in his eyes again. "You will get a spanking, though, so you can be sure to have that to look forward to."

  There were way too many thoughts in Tom's mind right now. "A spanking?"

  "Yes. An old-fashioned, over my lap spanking. You've never had one of those?"

  Tom could only shake his head, not entirely believing what he heard. "Never, sir."

  "Then it will be a new and no doubt exciting experience." Mischa sounded far too cheerful. "Now, let's go into the bedroom."

  Tom got up and followed, for a moment dizzy with nerves. His head cleared, though, and he steeled himself, following Mischa into the bedroom. Mischa had already pulled down the covers, only leaving a couple of pillows on the large bed.

  "Lie down," Mischa commanded. With an effort, Tom followed the order, his heart beating so fast. It suddenly seemed like there wasn't enough air in the room. He didn't take his eyes off Mischa when the man undressed, needing to think of something other than his own fear.

  The Dom looked strong and confident, like someone capable of using his body exactly like he wanted. It was sexy; the only problem was that what he wanted right now scared the shit out of Tom. Mischa walked toward him and climbed onto the bed, sitting down next to him. "Spread your legs."

  Tom obeyed, his breathing and heartbeat almost drowning out Mischa's words. He gulped for air. Mischa bent over him and took hold of his balls. Tom's breath caught in his throat, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. "Wait! Yellow! Yellow!"

  ***

  Mischa quickly let go of Tom's balls and lifted the boy's upper body, easing his wheezing breathing.

  "What's wrong, Tom? Tell me what's wrong," Mischa ordered. The boy got a couple of real breaths into his lungs, and then Mischa suddenly had a gasping boy clinging with all his might to Mischa.

  "Scared! So scared, sir."

  Mischa sat back, hugging Tom in a firm embrace. "It's okay, boy, you're fine now." Tom's breathing was easing up a bit, but he was still gasping, and Mischa gently rubbed his back. "Just breathe for a bit. You'll be fine." The boy held on a little longer, and then he tried to get loose.

  "No, just sit with me for a bit." Mischa held on. "How do you feel?"

  "Stupid, sir. I'm really sorry." Tom was mumbling into Mischa's shoulder, hiding his face.

  "No, don't answer with your brain, boy, answer with your body. How does it feel to sit like this?"

  Tom was quiet. "It feels really good, sir. Safe." His voice was soft.

  The honesty hit something deep inside Mischa. Something he refused to think about right now.

  "You did so well."

  Tom leaned back, and this time Mischa let him. He looked disappointed. "I didn't do well at all. You didn't even get started before I freaked out. I just got really scared."

  "You did, and you used your slow word. Don't you realize how important that is?"

  Tom looked uncomprehendingly at Mischa.

  "It means that I can trust you to tell me when you can't take any more. It means that you're honest to me about what you feel and not afraid to say stop. It takes a lot of people a long time to get there."

  Tom still didn't look entirely convinced. "So... I didn't screw up?"

  Mischa pulled him into an embrace again. "No, boy, you didn't screw up."

  Tom hid his head in the crook of Mischa's shoulder again. Mischa let him hide, stroking his back and letting him wind down. Tom mumbled something unintelligible. Mischa pulled back. "I didn't hear that?"

  Tom looked a little insecure. "Don't you ever... kiss when you do this?"

  Mischa's heart melted. He could almost feel the puddle around his feet. "Would you like a kiss, Tom?" He kept his voice gentle.

  Tom blushed but nodded. So lovely. Mischa leaned in, softly letting his lips meet Tom's. He let his tongue lick along Tom's lower lip, caressing. Then Mischa probed deeper, and Tom opened up, surrendering completely to him.

  The kiss went on and on, and soon he had Tom clinging as fervently to his body as the boy had done before. Tom was hard, and Mischa felt his own erection against his stomach, too.

  Tom had started making little noises and moving his hips when Mischa finally broke the kiss. "Are you ready to go on?"

  For a moment, Tom looked completely dazed. Mischa savored the look; he would definitely try to bring it on as often as he could until tomorrow. Then the boy apparently remembered what they were about to do, looking a little nervous. Mischa decided to help him.

  "Are you ready to do as I tell you to?" He let his hands slide up Tom's thighs, teasing, caressing. "To let me make you scream? To make you take what I do to you?"

  Tom's head fell back, and Mischa cheered inside: he had the boy now. Tom wasn't going to balk.

  He lowered his boy down, resting Tom's head on the soft pillow, giving his sub one last kiss. Then he gently spread Tom's legs and sat down between them. Mischa looked down, watching his boy waiting for him. He took in the sight. Tom was flushed, hard cock lying against his stomach and head resting on the pillow. Their eyes met, and Mischa leaned forward, his hands closing around Tom's balls. "Ready?"

  "Please, sir." Oh, that was lovely. Mischa's heart didn't stand a chance today.

  Mischa tightened his grip slightly, and Tom yelped, writhing a bit. Sensitive. Tom's nerves probably had something to do with that. Mischa tightened his hands.

  "I... Sir?"

  He kept his grip. "Yes, Tom?"

  "Should I... Do you want me to be quiet, sir?" Such a good boy.

  "No, I want to hear you. Everything. Even if you get mad at me." Tom looked skeptical. He would soon learn otherwise.

  Tom nodded, gasping through the discomfort. Mischa made the grip tighter, knowing that he was close to crossing the border between discomfort and pain. Tom automatically twisted his hips, but put his head back and panted.

  "Good boy. Breathe through it." Mischa tightened his grip again, and he knew that he was causing Tom pain now. The boy was gasping, long, rasping breaths with a whimper now and then. Mischa enhanced the pressure, reveling in Tom's fight to contain the pain. When he did it again, Mischa had Tom shouting, the boy's shoulders leaving the mattress and hands flailing. Tom didn't try to grip Mischa's hands, though, his sub's submission too thorough.

  "Back down. Lie down." Mischa didn't relent, didn't make it easy on the boy. Tom's head fell back down, and he was groaning, hands clutching the sheets. Oh, how Mischa enjoyed this, cock hard and heart swelling from watching the struggling boy.

  "I'm going to increase the pressure again in a little while." It was difficult to tell if Tom's moan came from the pain or the dre
ad of what was coming. "This time, it's going to be hard for you to take, but you can scream or cry if you need to. Then I'll count down like I did when I played with your nipples, remember?"

  Tom nodded, his breathing sounding labored now.

  "Okay, here we go." Mischa tightened his fingers to what he knew was going to feel unbearable for Tom.

  The boy screamed, his body arching to contain the pain. He was sweating and writhing, but his hands stayed clutching the sheets. Mischa started the countdown.

  "Ten, nine, eight..." Tom kept screaming, a desperate note in his voice now. "Seven, six, five..." Mischa tightened his hands just a bit, and Tom's head went up, the boy shouting and keening. "Four, three..." He could see the desperation in Tom's eyes now, the pain almost too much. "Two, one, zero." Mischa let go, Tom falling back in the bed, panting and whimpering. He leaned over his sub, grabbing Tom's hair and kissing him hard.

  Mischa didn't allow Tom to catch his breath, didn't give the boy any time to think that he couldn't do this. Tom had gone soft from the pain, but as he lost himself in the kiss, he hardened again.

  Mischa rubbed against his boy's stomach, letting Tom know how much Mischa enjoyed this. Then he sat back up, grabbing his hard cock and looking down at his boy. "Do you see what you're doing to me?" He stroked himself and moaned from the pleasure. His sound was echoed by Tom's. Mischa bent down and kissed him again, hard. "And you liked it, too."

  For the first time, Tom looked rebellious. Mischa smirked and didn't even let him open his mouth.

  "Oh, yes, you liked it. It was so good in the beginning, and then the pain blew your mind. You didn't like the last part, but you still need it." Tom looked crestfallen. "Did I get that right?"

  Tom searched Mischa's eyes for a long time, and then nodded reluctantly.

  "Good boy!" He gave Tom a kiss as a reward for being that honest. Then Mischa kissed him again, wanting to keep him hard and needy. Tom responded beautifully, moaning into the kiss, cock hard.

  Mischa pulled back, stroking Tom's hair off his face and looking into his eyes. "So, you liked it, and that's why we're going to do it again." Mischa waited for the protest, but Tom managed not to speak. The boy showed an impressive level of insight into his own needs.

  "Only this time, you're going to ask me for it." Tom started protesting, and Mischa hushed him. "You're going to ask me to begin, and then you're going to ask me for more, until it hurts as much as it did before. And don't worry; I'll know when it does from your screams. Then I'll start counting down again. Understand?"

  Tom was wide-eyed now. "I don't think I can, sir. It... it hurt really badly."

  Mischa smiled. "Oh, yes, you can. Because I want you to do it." Tom held Mischa's eyes, and then Mischa could see the change go through his body as he accepted what was going to happen. He was still breathing heavily, but his cock was hard, and he lay back on the soft mattress. Mischa felt satisfaction rush through him at the sight.

  "I'm ready, sir." Tom's voice was quiet and sure. Mischa had to fight to keep his moan back.

  "Then we'll start." He grabbed Tom's balls, making the boy jump. He looked into Tom's eyes, waiting.

  "Please, sir. Please make me hurt." Oh, this was better than Mischa could ever have hoped for. He started to tighten his fingers. Tom sighed and closed his eyes, riding the feeling. It was amazing to see that the sub already knew this first part would be good, and then he just went with it.

  "More, sir, please." Mischa didn't waste any time in increasing the pressure, going straight for the pain this time. Tom felt it, a whimper accompanying each breath. He opened his eyes and looked pleadingly at Mischa. His words were exactly what Mischa wished for, though.

  "More, sir. More pain." Tom cried out as Mischa tightened the grip around Tom's balls, the sweat starting to sheen his body. Mischa kept the pressure steady, enjoying the sight of Tom's fight to manage the pain. Mischa caught his eyes, taking in his pain and waiting for his words.

  Tom whimpered. "It hurts so much, sir." He arched and pushed his head back.

  "As much as before I started to count down last time?" Mischa knew it didn't; the Dom just wanted to see how far Tom was prepared to go to preserve his honesty.

  A long way, it seemed. "No, sir, not as much. Please, give me more." Mischa did, and Tom screamed, his hands flailing to find a grip on the sheets, his pillow, anything. Mischa kept pressing hard, knowing how much this hurt. He was willing to start counting now if the boy told him to.

  "Are you there yet?" Tom sobbed, whimpering. Then he shook his head. "Not... not yet, sir. A little...Ah! A little bit more." Mischa couldn't help feeling admiration for that level of honesty. Of course, it was going to make his boy scream. He tightened his hands until they were as tight as last time.

  Tom screamed and screamed, his shoulders leaving the bed and his hands scrambling, briefly closing around Mischa's wrists and then letting go again. Mischa reveled in seeing him fighting the pain, desperately trying to cope.

  "I'll start counting now." The boy couldn't be that far from his limit, obedience or not. "Ten, nine, eight..." Tom's sounds were deep yells, each one dragged out of him by Mischa's hands. "Seven, six, five..." There were tears in Tom's eyes now, the boy so close to crying. Mischa closed his hands just a bit tighter; the tears would be good for Tom. "Four, three, two..." Tom stubbornly held on, keeping it together, refusing to give in. "One, zero." He let go, and Tom made a hoarse sound, more animal than human.

  Mischa lay down, scooping the boy up in his arms, willing Tom to let go. Tom was tense, protesting the embrace. He was gasping, almost sobbing, but stubbornly refusing to cry. He still had one hand clutching the sheet, and he was sniffing almost angrily to keep the tears away. Mischa only held on, rocking him and gently stroking his back.

  After a while, Tom got calmer, and Mischa lowered him on the pillow. He gently stroked his sub's hair, caressing the soft skin. Tom persistently refused to meet Mischa's eyes. Then Mischa gently grabbed Tom's hair and jaw, turning his boy's face so Tom was forced to look into Mischa's eyes.

  "Do you need another countdown?" Mischa spoke softly, kindly. Tom's eyes widened, and the boy was about to protest when Mischa stopped him. "No, think about it. Do you need another countdown?" If the boy answered no, Mischa wouldn't push. But he hoped that Tom would say yes.

  Tom was staring and didn't try to talk when Mischa moved his hand. Then Tom swallowed around a sob.

  "Yes, sir. Please do it again."

  Mischa immediately bent down, rewarding Tom's insight with a kiss, comforting and soothing. Then he leaned back up, smiling. He stroked Tom's cheek. "Well done. I won't make you ask again." He moved down between Tom's legs, gently caressing his sub's prone body on his way. "I won't increase the pressure gradually this time; the pain will be there from the start, and then I'll count down from fifteen." Tom's eyes got nervous at the higher number. Mischa wasn't worried; it would hurt more, but it would be a pure pain, free of the fear and anxiety of the ever-increasing pressure. And Tom needed it.

  Mischa waited until Tom nodded, then grabbed his ball sac tightly, immediately giving him the full pain. Tom roared, and Mischa started the countdown. At twelve, Tom was still shouting. At ten, he went quiet, and Mischa knew that he had gotten to the point where he couldn't understand the pain anymore, couldn't work around it. At seven, he finally started to cry, and down to zero his sobs were long and hoarse and hardly human.

  Mischa let go, and this time, Tom came easily into his arms, the sobs wracking his boy's body. Mischa hugged him, stroking and petting him and letting him weep. Tom cried for a long time, and the Dom let him, rubbing Tom's back until the boy had cried himself out. Mischa grabbed a blanket and pulled it over them. Then he kissed his boy's hair.

  "Rest a bit. You did so well. Now relax." Tom sighed and let go, falling asleep just like that. Mischa kept his arms around Tom, holding the tired boy. It had been a first scene exceeding anything he could have hoped for.

  ***

  Tom was woken
slowly by the gentle caresses to his back. He was lying on his stomach in a soft bed, and he felt as if he had been sleeping for a week.

  The touches turned into a massage, and he moaned quietly with the pleasure. He heard Mischa chuckle and turned his head after the sound, opening his eyes.

  "Hey, sleepyhead, welcome back."

  "Good morning, sir." He snuggled into the touches.

  Mischa laughed. "Well, you did sleep for a long time, but not that long. It's still evening." Tom sat up, surprised.

  "Really? I feel like I've slept forever." Still half asleep, he reached down to scratch his balls. "Oh! Oww. Oh, I'm sore."