by CB Conwy
Tom started whimpering. "No, no, no, no. Can't keep it in. Can't take it." He humped Mischa's hand. Mischa only laughed at him and started to help him up. Tom gasped when he slid down the arch, and when he tried to stand up straight, the feeling shot through him. This was unbearable, too much, too good. He bent over the arch again, panting. "Going to come. Take it out. Take it out of me."
***
Even in his wildest imagination, Mischa couldn't have dreamed of the reaction he was getting out of his boy. Tom was panting, keening, so close to breaking down from pure lust. It made Mischa so hard.
"No, boy, stand up straight. You're not going to come until I let you." Tom whimpered, clenching his fists and obviously trying to obey Mischa's order. He managed to get up, making a deep, guttural groan as the move shifted the plug inside his body. Tom was panting and looking so depraved that Mischa had to moan at the sight.
"Come here, boy. I want you to suck me." And, oh, sweet heaven. Tom took a step, a shocked expression on his face as he moved, and with a whimper and a pleading look at Mischa, his legs gave out under him as he came. Tom shouted, the sound almost painful and so wonderfully fucking hot that Mischa came without even touching himself.
Mischa gasped through it, the sight of Tom's spent body too good to miss even through his orgasm. The boy had fallen forward, his legs still spread and kneeling to make room for the plug, his head and arms lying on the ground. He looked broken, totally wiped out by his orgasm.
With an effort, Mischa got himself back under control. "Get up, boy. I want you to clean me up." Mischa walked on not-entirely steady legs to the bed and sat down hard.
Tom stirred, groaning as he tried to get up. Mischa took pity on him. "You can take the plug out."
Tom reached for it, and with a grunt, he got it out. Then he got up and staggered to the bathroom, putting the plug in the sink and wetting a towel. Mischa had gotten out of his sticky pants and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. Tom stood in front of him, looking uncertain.
"On your knees, boy, and clean me up."
Tom kneeled in front of him and carefully cleaned Mischa up, hands shaking. Mischa lay back in the bed while Tom put the towel away and cleaned himself up. Then Tom came back and scrambled into bed, his movements clumsy. Mischa pulled him in close and pulled the comforter over them.
Tom was the first to speak. "Wow, that blew my mind completely. Fuck." Tom chuckled, sounding amazed. "And sorry about the coming, but there was no way I could wear that plug and not come."
Mischa smiled and stroked his back. "It's the curve of it that does it; when you're not used to it, then a steep curve just inside your hole will drive you crazy. If you had chosen the oval one, it would have been far easier for you."
"Well, thank you for the warning!"
"Hey, it would be plain stupid to prevent myself from enjoying the sight of you with that plug in you. Fuck, you were hot."
Tom snuggled in. He was quiet for a long time.
"It sounds as if you're thinking very hard," Mischa teased him gently.
Tom smiled apologetically and withdrew a bit so he could see Mischa's face.
"It's just... You thought I was hot?" Tom blushed and looked down. "I'm not fishing for compliments or anything, it's just..."
Mischa hooked a finger under Tom's chin and brought his head back up. "It's just what? And for the record, you were so hot you made me come in my pants. I haven't done that since I was a teenager."
Tom's eyes lit up, and he relaxed a bit. "Good, because I thought it was hot, too. Very. But..." He made a visible effort to get the words out. "Okay, it's like this: The toys are real, and so is the... furniture in here. Does that mean that the rest of the stuff from the books is real, too?" He looked pleadingly at Mischa.
Mischa frowned. "I don't understand what you mean -- the rest of it?"
Tom gestured agitatedly. "The groveling. The subservient little slave who spends all his time on his knees and has absolutely no opinion whatsoever -- is that what I'm supposed to be like? Because I don't think I can be like that. And I don't think that I want to."
"You're really worried, aren't you?" Mischa moved back a bit. Then he sat up, arranging the pillows against the head rest. "Come on, sit up. This is too important to talk about like this."
Tom sat up, looking worried and a little resigned. The latter almost killed Mischa. He leaned in and kissed Tom, hard. "You're doing fine, okay? I don't want to change you; I just want to explore your kinks with you."
Tom looked relieved.
"Some people do have twenty-four seven relationships like the one you described, but I don't know many of them -- that's actually one of the things you mostly see in books."
"But that doesn't turn you on -- having someone being so submissive to you?"
"Yes, it does." Mischa answered before he had time to think, and he winced at the apprehensive look on Tom's face.
"Okay, let me explain." He pulled the comforter closer around Tom, not wanting his boy to get cold.
"I've been a Dom for many years now, and I've done hundreds of scenes -- that's what you call it when a Dom and a sub meet and do whatever we do. Some of those subs have been very submissive, behaving like you described -- and that turned me on. But it turned me on because it turned them on; either they were hard all the time, or they got something else out of it. They could come here all stressed out and insecure and leave calm and happy. That's a major turn on for me.
"But don't get me wrong here; I'm not a therapist. I enjoy other people's pain, and I especially enjoy seeing them struggling to do as I tell them to. I have a reputation for being a hardass, so not that many dare come to me in the first place. Most of those who do come are too well trained to do anything out of line. They come here, they take what I do to them, and they leave. It's hot while it lasts, but I can hardly tell them apart, they're so well trained and obedient. I know it sounds bad, but it's the truth."
Mischa took a deep breath and continued. "You're not any of those things, and that's why you make me so hard; it's not always easy for you to surrender. I want to push you again and again and see what turns you on." Mischa bit his own tongue before he could say more.
Tom was quiet for a long time, making Mischa more nervous than he should have been. He was just here to help Tom explore the boy's kinks. And even if that would take a bit longer than a single scene, that didn't change anything. At all.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Mischa had just talked more about his personal life than he had for years, and that was all Tom had to say to it? He had sort of prepared himself for a major emotional meltdown.
"Yes. It's hot, I'm not fucking up, and you want to see me again. That's three out of three as far as I'm concerned."
It struck Mischa that perhaps Tom wasn't the type to have a meltdown. That was something his spoiled subs did to get his attention. This was a whole other kind of game, and Mischa couldn't help feeling just a little out of his depth. He pulled himself together, though.
"Good. Because it is in my opinion, too. Now, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
Tom climbed out of bed, chuckling. "'Kay. I'll just clean up that monstrous toy; it was gross." He wrinkled his nose.
"Why was it gross?"
Tom looked at Mischa, incredulously. "Because it had been up my ass? You do know what's up there, don't you?"
"Don't you clean your ass before you come here?"
Tom looked horrified. "You can't ask me that!"
Mischa blinked. "I can't? Why not?"
"Because it's... private! It's very private."
Mischa pondered. "So, I can talk to you about kinky toys and my personal life, but I can't talk about how you clean yourself?"
"No!"
Huh. Mischa guessed it was time to exercise some authority. He straightened his back and crossed his arms. Yep, full cave man mode. He noticed how Tom registered it right away. Oh yes, the boy was into it. They only needed to find a balance, and Mischa was quite sure t
hat he could do that. Very sure in fact. Because he wanted both the sub and the man. And that was a thought that he had to look more closely at later.
"I ask you this, and I expect you to answer: how do you clean yourself, boy?"
Tom hung his head. Finally, he managed to speak. "With a finger, in the shower, sir."
Well, that explained it. Now Mischa knew what their next scene was going to be. He relaxed and nodded.
"Okay. Clean up the toy and come out to me in the kitchen, then we'll make dinner."
***
Tom put on clothes to make dinner with him; Mischa wasn't sure how to react to that. He had envisioned having Tom naked the whole weekend. But it did change the atmosphere remarkably well, and Mischa found himself enjoying working alongside Tom, talking and teasing all the time.
After dinner, Mischa took Tom into the living room and stopped him in the middle of the floor when Tom went to sit down. Even if Tom was dressed, the boy needed to know that he could still let go, that Mischa was still there to exert his will over him.
Mischa sat down on the couch, eyes wandering slowly over Tom and letting the boy see him rubbing his cock through his pants. Tom had caught on at once, straightening up and staying still.
Then Mischa ordered him to undress. Tom did so, unhurriedly, but with a cock already starting to harden. Mischa told him to kneel, and the Dom saw that sweet moment when Tom fought with himself, trying to obey. Then the boy kneeled down in front of Mischa, opened Mischa's pants, and sucked him off. Mischa came in his sub's mouth with a shout, the sight of Tom bending to his will turning him on like nothing else.
He didn't let Tom come, just pulled the boy up on the couch and snuggled with him for the rest of the evening. In the beginning, Tom tried to get release, pleading and rubbing his hard dick against Mischa's hip. Mischa stopped him. "I want you to feel like this. I want you to be on edge, to know that you feel this way because of me. Understand?"
And Tom understood; he didn't necessarily agree, but he did as he was told, relaxing into his role. It was lovely. Well, especially since Mischa wasn't the one with the blue balls.
The poor boy even woke Mischa a couple of times during the night, moaning restlessly and trying to rub off on the sheet. Another time, Mischa would put him in chastity; for now, he managed to keep Tom from coming. Mischa wanted him on edge, eager to please for the next morning's scene. Tom was going to need it.
***
Mischa fed Tom a light breakfast and took his boy into the playroom again where Tom stood, naked, facing the bathroom. It was time to play hard. This was probably going to be more difficult for Tom than anything else they had done so far.
He slowly walked around Tom, letting his hands brush lightly against his boy's skin, giving Tom a chance to find that quiet, obedient frame of mind the boy would need to be able to do this. Mischa had no doubts that Tom could do it; his sub was already more than half hard.
Still circling, Mischa started talking in a low voice. "I told you that this was going to be an intense weekend, and this scene will be very difficult for you." Mischa slid his hand over Tom's stomach, brushed a nipple. Tom was quiet, only a slight gasp at Mischa's touch and a twitching dick showing how much the boy liked this.
"I want you to remember that you do this because I tell you to. The sensations are there because I want you to feel that way. Bend to my will. Trust me to push you and to know what you can take. It's a lot more than you think."
Tom had closed his eyes, breathing evenly. He took so perfectly to this. Mischa took a firm grip on Tom's arms and led him to the bathroom. Tom opened his eyes, but otherwise accepted Mischa's directions.
"I'm going to give you an enema."
Tom showed no sign of understanding. Mischa got out the bag and the tube. Still no sign of recognition. "I'm going to fill you with water, then let you hold it until I say you can expel it. Then I'll do it again. It will make you nice and clean for when we play later." Mischa leaned in, making his voice rasp. "And I'll be so hard, watching you struggle to take the water, keep it in you."
Tom looked horrified, taking a step back. "You're going to fill my ass with water? In front of you?"
Mischa grabbed Tom's shoulders, physically keeping him from fleeing. "I am."
Tom shook his head. "No. No way. I can't do that. I simply can't."
"Yes, you can." Mischa kept his voice low, stern. "You are going to take what I give you, because I tell you to."
Tom looked pleadingly at Mischa, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I can't do this! It's going to be so fucking humiliating. Why are you doing this to me?"
Mischa gently wiped Tom's eyes, letting his hands soothe his boy. "I want you to surrender to me. I want you to be embarrassed and still do it. Give me your embarrassment as a gift. The harder it is for you, the better is it for me when you do it anyway. Give that to me."
Tom looked at him for a long time, seeming to search for something in his face. Mischa didn't move, just waited for his boy. Then Tom nodded, hesitantly. Mischa kissed him, hard, letting Tom find solace in the excitement it gave Mischa. Then Mischa stroked Tom's cheek, smiling. "Let's begin."
He placed Tom next to the sink, and then started talking while he worked -- as much to give Tom something to focus on as to explain what was going to happen. "I'm putting a couple of towels on the floor. You'll be on your left side; that position will make it easier for you to take the water. I won't leave you. I'll lie with you and talk you through it."
Mischa started filling the bag. "I'm using warm water with a little salt added -- that way, the water doesn't interfere with your body's chemical balance. Cold water can feel good, too, but it makes you more likely to cramp and it can make you cold." He showed Tom the nozzle. "This one isn't difficult to take. I'll push it inside you, and then I regulate the stream here."
He put the bag on an IV stand and made everything ready. Then he took off his shirt; the body contact would calm his boy. He turned to Tom, putting his arms around the tense body and leading the sub to the towels. There was no way his boy would be able to do this by himself, obedient or not.
"Come on, lie down." Mischa was coaxing Tom like one would a scared animal. Tom looked panicked, unable to move. Mischa kept his hands on Tom, gently pressing the boy down.
Then Tom made a strangled sound and let Mischa push him down. He lay on his side, moving a little restlessly, fingers clutching the towels.
Mischa lay down close behind him and hugged him. "Good boy. That was hard for you, wasn't it?" Tom nodded, and Mischa stroked his belly. "You're doing fine. Just relax and take it. I'm going to put the nozzle in you, and then your little belly is going to be all filled up with water."
Mischa took a bit of lube and smeared it into Tom's hole. Tom had stopped moving and waited patiently for what Mischa was about to do to him. His surrender made Mischa's cock harden.
"Now you're getting the nozzle. No water yet." Tom took a sharp intake of breath as the slick plastic slid into him. Mischa smiled; he had never met someone with such a sensitive ass. He soothingly caressed Tom's sides.
"Here comes the water." Mischa reached for the valve and opened it.
"Oh!" Tom gasped when the water started running into his ass.
Mischa chuckled. "Yes, it feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes. Oh, fuck." Mischa put his arms around Tom; all he could do now was help his boy through it. His hand went to Tom's dick. Tom had gone limp when Mischa told him about the enema, but now his cock was more than half hard again. Mischa started stroking it.
"Oh, yes. Oh, this is so good." Tom moaned, moving a bit. Yes, it would be. It didn't take long until Tom's noises changed, though, and his breathing got a little labored.
"I think I'm full now." Tom writhed a little.
Mischa smiled. "No, you're not even close. It's just your rectum filling up. Now the water starts flowing deeper inside you, into your bowels."
Tom made a breathless little noise. "I have to take more?"
"
Oh, yes. There's two quarts in the bag. Just relax and let the water fill you up. Remember, take it for me."
Tom was trying to take deep breaths. "I... I can't breathe properly." He sounded a little panicked.
"It's just your belly filling up. Breathe around it."
Tom took short breaths, obediently following Mischa's order. Then Mischa felt him tense up. "Oh, it hurts. Ah!" Mischa let his hand slide up to Tom's stomach, easing him through the cramp. Tom was panting now. "How... how much to go?"
Mischa looked at the bag. "You're around halfway through."
Tom moaned piteously. "Is it... Oh, fuck. Is it going to be like this the rest of the time?"