A Russian Bear

by CB Conwy

  "We established some of your kinks last time, your pain threshold, and some of your limits. This time I'd like to introduce you to some of my toys. What kind of toys have you already played with?"

  "I haven't." Mischa looked skeptically at him. "I haven't! I haven't got a dildo and all those other things... Well, they're not for real, you know."

  Mischa blinked. "What exactly do you mean by saying they're not for real?"

  "Well, I know they exist, of course, but nobody uses them outside of porn movies. They're just... fantasy material."

  Mischa looked totally bewildered now. "But the book we talked about -- they're using toys all the time."

  "Yeah, but that's fiction. It isn't real." Real people didn't have strange contraptions in odd colors in their bedside tables. They just didn't.

  Mischa was speaking slowly. "I hate to have to break it to you, but those things are real. Not everybody uses all of them, but they are real."

  No way. Tom blinked. "You mean, like the stuff they did in that book?"

  "Yes. And in other books. Have you read anything else by that writer?"

  ***

  Mischa thought that this was as good a way as any to introduce his apparently totally oblivious sub to the world of toys. He got out his laptop, finding the webpage with the e-books.

  Tom pointed at a book. "Yeah, I read that one, and it was really hot, but you can't get those things anywhere."

  "Yes, you can. I have one."

  "What about the stuff they do in that book?" Tom clicked.

  "Real."

  "And that one?" Tom sounded a little hysterical now, clicking on one title after another.

  "Hardcore, but real."

  "And that one?"

  "Honey, that book is about vampires. Those don't exist."

  It didn't seem to reassure Tom. "You mean, you really... You do that? You'll do that to me?"

  Mischa didn't know if he was supposed to laugh or be worried about Tom's reaction. This was like telling someone that Santa Claus didn't exist. Only the other way around. Whatever.

  He decided to be straightforward. "Yes. I intend for us to play with my toys this weekend. In fact, I want to plug you now."

  Tom stared. "Plug?"

  "Yes. Like a dildo, only smaller. Listen, didn't you pay any attention at all to those books?"

  "I didn't think it was something people do! I mean, I thought it was like that weird manga porn; it might be hot, but it would be really stupid to imagine it to be real." Tom sounded a little lost now. At least Mischa had a cure for that. He put his hand under Tom's chin, gently raising his boy's face so he could kiss Tom. Thoroughly. Enough to make Tom whimper a little and forget about Santa coming alive. Okay, Mischa so had to let that metaphor slide.

  "It is real, and we're going to my playroom now. Seeing is believing, you know." Mischa leered at Tom. "Therefore, my boy, it's time to undress." He got up, wanting them to get into the mode.

  "Phone."

  Tom stared at him, obviously trying to process what was happening. Mischa stepped over, kissed him again, and stroked the boy's hair. "It might be easier if you stop thinking about everything so much," he said in a soft voice. "Just go with it. It makes me so hard when you surrender to me." He had a feeling that Tom was being turned on by the concept of submission as well as by the real thing.

  "Now, deep breath." Tom did what he was told, and Mischa could see the tension drain from the tight shoulders, Tom's eyes never leaving Mischa's. Mischa reached out his hand demandingly. "Give me your phone. Now."

  Tom fumbled for it and gave it to him. Mischa put it on the table and slowly turned around, giving his boy some time to get into it. He crossed his arms and let his eyes wander up and down Tom.

  "Undress."

  Tom caught Mischa's eyes, and Mischa saw just a hint of a smile. Then the boy got up and started to undress. Tom wasn't teasing, but there was no doubt that he was aware of the effect he had on Mischa. Cocky kid. Wonder if he could do something about that?

  "Come with me." He turned and went down the hallway to the playroom. He opened the door and turned to Tom, wanting to see the boy's reaction.

  ***

  Fuck. Just... Fuck.

  Tom's first thought was that those books were real. Very real.

  Mischa's playroom was huge. The first thing he saw was the cross in the back of the room, complete with leather straps to tie... someone up with. Tom's brain did a very careful repression of the rest of that observation, and that suited Tom just fine.

  He took a step into the room, then hesitated and looked at Mischa.

  "Go ahead, have a look around."

  He carefully stepped further into the room, forcing himself to look away from the cross. There were plenty of other things to take in. Right ahead of him there was an arched bench, and further into the room there was a padded table, a strange bench, and something looking like a gynecological chair. Across from the chair, there was a frame with chains hanging from it. There was even an open bathroom with a Jacuzzi and a huge shower stall in the far corner of the room. The only normal thing in here except for the cabinets on his right was the bed in the left corner of the room.

  The atmosphere in the room was odd, though. With the light wooden floors and the space, it seemed... nice. Tranquil. There were even windows, although they were covered with white curtains.

  Tom started when he felt Mischa's hand on his shoulder; he had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone.

  "What do you think about my playroom?"

  Tom hesitated. "Well, I actually like it. According to all those books, I thought it would be darker. Scarier."

  "Yes, I'm not much for the conventional dungeons. Not enough light and not very hygienic." Tom stared. Nope, Mischa wasn't joking. Well, Tom had never tried to clean up a dungeon, so what did he know.

  "When I built the house, I made this room a part of it from the beginning. A friend of mine had done the same thing, so I got in touch with his contractor. You don't exactly get this kind of soundproofing in a regular building." It might be private out here, but there was no reason to scare the wildlife.

  Mischa came over, stood close behind Tom. Tom could feel the Dom's hard on push into the top of his ass, and suddenly his mouth felt dry. In a good way. Mischa gently stroked his shoulders and spoke in a low voice. "I promised you a plug, didn't I?"

  Tom shivered; Mischa's rumble and his breath on Tom's neck went straight to Tom's cock. He turned his head slightly after the sound.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Then go pick one. Middle cabinet, first and second drawers from the top. I'm positive you'll find something interesting."

  Tom pushed back, trying to get a little more of Mischa.

  "Now, boy." Mischa smacked him. The sound was loud in the quiet room. So was Tom's moan.

  Face burning, he went over to the cabinet, taking a deep breath and opening the top drawer. He stared.

  There was everything here. The drawer had built-in compartments, and in each small space there was a toy. Some were colorful, some were realistic, some had remote controls, and one even had a strange, pump-like contraption. He reached out, but hesitated.

  "You can touch them. Take them up, feel which one you'd like me to put in you."

  The thought made Tom's breath hitch. He was going to have to take one of those things into him. He gingerly reached out, picking up a purple, oval plug. It was soft to the touch and a little wobbly, making him giggle.

  "Those are nice and soft, aren't they?" Mischa was watching Tom examining the toys.

  "I like the colors." Tom's cheeks were burning, but that was getting to be a recurrent condition when he was with Mischa. "And they feel..." Like something I could take.

  "Sexy? Fuckable?" Mischa smiled.

  "Good." He put the purple plug down and took up another, very realistic looking. It wasn't that exciting, and he tried another in hard, black plastic. "Isn't this one uncomfortable?"

  "Well, it depends on what you want to ac
hieve. It is hard to forget that you wear it, if that's what you mean."

  Tom kept on probing, picking up and putting down. Then he took up a giant black thing. "Now this one, this isn't for real, no matter what you say. Nobody can take that."

  Mischa had come closer, rubbing Tom's ass. "You know, your sphincter is just a muscle. It can be made flexible just like the rest of your body."

  "Well, there's flexible and then there's Olympic gymnasts. This one belongs in the latter category."

  Mischa laughed obligingly. "You'd be surprised what you can do, but I think you're right in not choosing that one today."

  It was more like never, but Tom didn't see any reason to inform Mischa of that just yet.

  "Open the next drawer, too. Those are my favorites."

  Tom did as he was told and then stopped dead in his tracks. Those were... oh. He could feel his cock start drooling.

  The drawer was full of glass and metal. The glass plugs were little works of art, smooth and with beautiful patterns and bumps. Tom absently let his fingers wander over them. His eyes were glued to the metal in the other end of the drawer, though.

  The metal plugs were shiny, different shapes, and looked heavy. He picked one up and weighed it in his hand.

  "The weight makes you very aware of them. Some of them are so heavy that you even have to work to keep them in. Especially if you've just been fucked." Mischa's voice was husky.

  Tom let his fingers wander, fascinated by the feeling of them. To have one of them in his ass... He tried not to moan. Mischa chuckled. "Are you ready to pick one?"

  Tom's hand went back to one he hadn't picked up yet. It was about four inches long, not too thick, and shaped like an hourglass. It felt cold and heavy in his hand, and Tom's cock twitched when he let his fingers slide over it.

  "Oh, good choice. You won't have any problems taking it, but you will really feel it. Let me get you ready." Mischa put his hand around Tom, steering the boy toward the arch. Tom hesitated.

  "Anything wrong?"

  "Some of those things scare me like hell!"

  "Yeah?" Mischa stopped pushing, listening.

  "The cross. It's... Do you really whip people there?" Is that what I have to do to stay here?

  "I have. A lot of subs are turned on by being tied up and whipped. That's not one of the things you fantasize about?"

  "I..." How the fuck could Tom answer that question without being consumed by embarrassment?

  Mischa rubbed his back. "How about we say that I won't make you take a whipping just yet?" Tom nodded, relieved. "I do think you'd like a flogger, though, from the way you took to the spanking."

  Mischa took a step, gesturing to the rest of the things. "Is there anything else that scares you?"

  "Well, it doesn't really scare me, but what do you use that table over there for?" Tom pointed at the gynecological table. Mischa smiled his predatory smile.

  "Oh, it's excellent when you want full access to a sub. It's also good for the really kinky stuff. You'll find out."

  "So this isn't kinky?" Tom stared at the shiny metal thing in his hand. That soon was going to be in his ass. Fuck.

  "No, this is picket fence and Sunday dinners compared to what you can do in that chair." Mischa moved in close behind him, arms sliding around Tom and rubbing against his back. The man grabbed Tom's nipples, holding tight but not pinching. Tom went up on tiptoes, holding his breath against the threat of pain. "Oh, I think you're ready to take that plug now. Don't you agree?" Mischa held on a little tighter, making Tom gasp.

  "Yes, sir. Very ready."

  Mischa chuckled, letting his hands slide over Tom's chest and stomach, oh-so-casually avoiding Tom's hard cock. Then he strayed back to Tom's nipples.

  "You liked it when I pinched your nipples last week, didn't you?" Mischa slowly rubbed the sensitive flesh, making Tom arch his back. "Would you like me to do it again before I push that plug into you?" Mischa's words made Tom gasp.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Hard?" Fuck, Mischa knew exactly where to push, knew what Tom wanted and couldn't ask for and then made him anyway. He couldn't not.

  "Please, sir. Ahhh!" Mischa's grip had tightened immediately, burning through Tom. Tom arched his back and let his head fall back into the curve of Mischa's shoulder, gasping. "Oh, sir, burns. Fuck!" Mischa crooned and tightened the grip, making Tom writhe and moan. The Dom didn't relent until Tom cried out loudly. Then Mischa finally let go, turned Tom around, and kissed him until Tom felt dizzy. Mischa pulled back and looked into his eyes.

  "Are you ready to take my plug now?"

  Tom felt drugged, dazed by the lust coursing through him. He was so ready.

  "Yes, sir. Please."

  Mischa put his arm around Tom and steered him toward the arch, grabbing a bottle of lube on the way. Tom leaned over the arch, but Mischa grabbed his ass unceremoniously and pulled him up to lie across the middle of it. His feet were dangling, and his cock went through the slit in the arch, making him feel vulnerable.

  "I'm not going to tie you up this time. I want to know that you're staying put of your own free will. I know that it won't be easy; you're still so tight, and taking this plug will be a bit of work for you." Mischa leaned in, kissing Tom lightly on his neck. "But it's work that I can't wait to see. I can't wait to hear your sounds as you struggle to take this." The Dom rubbed the plug over Tom's ass.

  Then Mischa got almost businesslike. "I'll lube you up first; you can't take it without being slick." The change in tone ripped Tom out of his daze. He suddenly realized how obscene, how horny he had to look, on display with a hard cock, waiting for someone to put a big plug in him. He couldn't help it; he moaned out loud. He was rewarded with a slap to his butt.

  "Good boy. Now, relax." Tom got a wet finger directly into his ass. He arched his back, fighting the sudden intrusion. Mischa didn't protest, just kept on talking in that low, rough voice of his. "I won't give you more than a single finger; I want you to feel the full size of the plug. It might hurt, but it's not big enough to damage you."

  When Mischa had finished opening Tom up, he pulled out his finger and wiped it on Tom's back. For some reason, that pushed a strangled noise out of Tom. Mischa chuckled. "Oh yes, you like being spread out like this."

  Tom felt the cold metal on his ass and started a bit. Mischa placed one hand on Tom's back, holding him down. "Now I'm going to open you up with my plug. The first curve is a bit smaller than the next. Just breathe through it, then you'll be fine. And I want to hear you all the time." Then he pushed.

  Tom could feel the pressure against his hole and tried to relax, to let Mischa penetrate him. The plug felt so much bigger against his hole than it had looked; there was no way he could take this. But Mischa didn't relent, and Tom felt himself opening up until a sharp pain shot through his ass and the first part of the plug went into him. He groaned, grinding his hips into the arch and trying to escape the feeling of being so impossibly full. "Oh. Sir, so full, so big."

  Mischa teasingly let the narrow part of the plug slide a little in and out of his ass, making Tom whimper. "No, no, too much, I can't take it..."

  Mischa only kept it up. "Yes, it's good, isn't it?"

  "Good" wasn't exactly the word Tom would have chosen, but then, he wasn't up to the use of actual words right now.

  "Now I'll give you the second part. I know it'll be difficult," Mischa pushed a little harder, making Tom gasp, "but I like seeing you fight to take what I give you. Ready?"

  Tom managed to nod. "Yes... yes, sir." Then Mischa pushed, so slowly.

  Tom felt his ass open up more and more, making it burn, and then the sharp pain was there again, only worse. Tom cried out, and Mischa held still, kept him in the middle of the pain. "Yeah, it hurts, doesn't it? You're so tight." Tom whimpered, fighting the hand on his back holding him down. "It'll be worse when I push it in, but after that it'll be really good."

  Tom just groaned, letting his head fall down. "Good boy," Mischa whispered, and then he pushed the
plug all the way in.

  Tom shouted from the sharp pain, and then it was in. It felt so big, filling him so much right inside his asshole. It also made him more excited than he could remember ever being, the feeling too much to contain. There was no way he could take this feeling for much longer.

  "Enough, sir, enough. Please take it out again. Too much." He was panting and sawing his hips, fucking the air.

  Mischa bent over him, letting his hand slide over Tom's back and ass. "But that's not the point with a plug, boy. They're made to stay in." His other hand slid over Tom's hard dick.