by CB Conwy
Tom was panting now and got another pump, so quickly after the first. The pain was sharp now, the size of the plug unbearable. He started begging.
"Please, sir, let the air out." Tom groaned, desperately trying to cope. He got another pump, making him shout. "Sir! I can't take it, too full. Oh, it hurts, it fucking hurts. I'm so full!" Tom was keening now, couldn't keep it in. Mischa made the plug expand further, made him scream. Then Mischa leaned in and stroked Tom's still-hard cock, while he counted slowly down from fifteen. Finally, Mischa let the air out.
"Oh, fuck, sir, thank you, thank you." Tom tried to get a grip on himself again. "Can I have a kiss, sir?" Tom blushed, didn't know where he had found the courage to ask that. But he was a little shaken, and he needed it.
Mischa walked around Tom's leg and leaned in, gently kissing him. It made Tom feel even more vulnerable, lying like that without Mischa between his legs. Then he felt the plug grow, and he sighed into the kiss. It felt so good.
The first five or six pumps made it feel better and better, and then it started feeling tight, full. Tom tensed up a little, moaning into the kiss. Mischa kept filling him, though, into the pain and the unbearable fullness. In the end, Tom was almost incoherent, Mischa gently rubbing his sides while he screamed.
Then his Dom walked the painstakingly long way back between Tom's legs again and finally let out the air before he pulled the plug out. Mischa didn't say anything while Tom whimpered with relief, just got out a condom, put it on with calm movements, covered it with lube, and then pushed all the way into Tom.
Until then, Tom hadn't known how much he had needed this, how much he needed Mischa to take him. Now he cried out, loud moans being forced out of him every time Mischa moved deeply into him. All he could feel was Mischa's cock in his ass, the long, steady movements driving him out of his mind. Tom didn't even register when Mischa loosened his cock ring, just felt his orgasm build up and flood him, sensing Mischa push deep and hearing his Dom shout in pleasure. Tom shook and quivered and panted his way through his climax and then fell back, totally spent.
It was quiet, Mischa lying over him, the only sounds their labored breathing. Then Tom turned his head, kissing Mischa on the neck. "Thank you, sir." He couldn't get out more than a whisper. It didn't matter; he was sure that Mischa got it.
***
Mischa was almost too spent to get up. The way Tom took to the pain, to the things he made the boy do, was enough to make Mischa come so hard he saw stars.
He did get up, though. Of course he did; he had a boy to take care of. He kissed Tom softly, bringing his sub back down. Then Mischa cleaned him up, and Tom relaxed, quietly accepting what Mischa did to him. The trust was beautiful.
Mischa loosened the straps one by one, and Tom wrapped his arms around Mischa while Mischa washed him. Then Mischa took him to bed. Tom fell asleep at once, not waking up until dinner time.
The rest of their evening was quiet. Tom stayed naked, and Mischa reacted like he always did when he had a naked sub, being protective and possessive. Well, maybe the possessiveness was new. And maybe Mischa had something he needed to think through during the next week.
They were on the couch, watching television. Mischa had wrapped them up in a large quilt so Tom wouldn't be cold, and they snuggled and enjoyed being close.
Mischa hesitated, then he spoke. "I wonder if you'd like to learn a little bit more about kink?"
Tom looked up. "I thought I'd already learned quite a bit about it?" He winked.
Mischa smiled. "You have, and you liked it." That would teach the boy to sass. He pretended to ignore the blush and went on. "I did mean in a less hands-on way. If you get what I mean." It was his turn to wink exaggeratedly.
Tom laughed out loud. "Yeah, maybe I would appreciate a less... taxing way of learning. What do you have in mind? Oh, wait -- is now the time for you to reveal your huge porn collection?"
"Impertinent boy!" He pinched Tom, hard. Tom yelped, but didn't look in the least repentant.
"No, I thought about taking you to my club. There's a party next Saturday, and you're bound to see almost any kink you can dream of there. And a few beyond that, probably. I want you to see how many different ways there are to do this. Some of it might be a bit overwhelming for you, but I'm not bringing you to show you what you can expect. It's more so you can see what other people enjoy."
Tom definitely looked curious. "I don't know anything about it. Am I supposed to come naked and on your leash?"
"Would you like to?"
"I don't think so." That wasn't a straight no. Interesting.
"You can wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, or you can dress up in full BDSM costume. That's entirely up to you. I'll probably wear black trousers and a black t-shirt." Mischa liked black. It made him look predatory.
"Should I... You know, in the books, there are all kinds of rules. Is it like that in reality? Because I don't want to mess up." Mischa had a feeling that humiliation would be the biggest punishment for Tom. Not that he intended to use it; it was a cruel weapon.
"You will probably see some pairs who follow those rules, but I don't expect you to do it. I can walk you through them before if you want to? Then you'll at least know what they're about."
"Okay. I mean, thank you, sir. And yes, I'd like to go. It sounds interesting."
"I don't know if 'interesting' is the correct term, but it will be hot and probably mind-blowing for you." He kissed Tom soundly. "I can't wait to take you."
***
After breakfast Sunday, they had the morning to play before Tom had to go back. They had had lazy, Sunday morning sex. Well, lazy, Sunday morning oral sex; Tom was predictably very sore. And equally predictably very aroused by it. Mischa couldn't help being just a little bit smug at the thought of how Tom had screamed and come when Mischa put a finger up Tom's ass while blowing him.
Now they were in the playroom again. Tom was in what Mischa was already thinking of as the boy's usual position; it hadn't taken Mischa any time at all to get used to having Tom in here.
Mischa was relaxed, purposely letting a bit of his authority go. He wanted to suggest their last scene, not order Tom to do it.
"You were scared by the cross." It wasn't a question.
"Yes, sir, I was."
"I'd like to give you a flogging anyway, tied to it."
Tom took a deep breath, looking questioningly at him.
"First of all, this is not an order; if you don't want to do it, we won't. And if we do it, you have your words. You can stop what we do at any time."
Tom nodded. He seemed sincerely interested in hearing Mischa's arguments. He had come such a long way since Friday.
"I want to do it because it scares you. Not like the enema; this isn't a gift for me, it's a gift for yourself. Because I think you'll like it."
Mischa waited, letting Tom think about it. The boy took his time, and Mischa was proud of him; Tom was no pushover. Then Tom cocked his head.
"Can I... I came without permission yesterday. I'd like to do this, but it still scares me and I'm not sure I can. Can the flogging be my punishment?" Tom met Mischa's eyes, stoic even if his cheeks were reddening.
"It depends. Do you feel guilty about coming?" Tom looked a bit embarrassed, but shook his head no. Mischa suddenly got it.
"You want to experience how it is to be punished?" Tom nodded solemnly.
"Okay. But remember: you still have your safewords." Tom nodded again, still looking calm. Only his hardening cock gave him away.
"Good. Come with me and choose your cuffs." They went over to the cabinets, and Mischa opened the door where the cuffs hung. It didn't take Tom long time to choose the sturdy double wrist and hand cuffs. "Good choice. They will keep you tight and give you something to hold on to at the same time."
Mischa opened the drawer and studied his whips and floggers. "I won't let you choose here, since you don't know how they feel." He took out his favorite flogger. "This is a simple flogger. The difference between a
flogger and a whip is that a flogger feels much more like a slap than like a whiplash. You liked the spanking, and that's why I'm choosing this one for you. Next week, I'm going to paddle your ass; I have a feeling that may turn out to be your favorite thing." Tom nodded, accepting Mischa's choices.
"Stand up straight. Give me your right hand." Mischa would give Tom some time to get in the right headspace before he tied his boy to the cross.
Tom reached out, his breathing deep and even. Mischa fastened the cuff, getting the clasps closed around Tom's hand. This cuff did not just keep him tied up; it also prevented him from even clenching his hand. The weight and the inflexibility of the heavy cuff clearly affected Tom, and he had started breathing a bit faster. When Mischa had finished with his other hand, Tom was hard and ready.
"Good boy." He led Tom to the cross. "First, let's walk around it. Touch it."
Tom reached out and let his fingers glide over the padded leather. "It's soft." He sounded surprised.
"It is. And very solid." Tom pushed, but it didn't budge an inch. The sight of his boy, hard and tentatively touching his cross, made Mischa's heart leap. So sexy.
They came back in front of it. "Still scared? It's just a piece of furniture. A sexy one in my opinion, but no more than that."
Tom nodded. "Yeah, I get that. Now I'm mostly worried about the flogging. Sir."
Mischa let his hands wander over Tom's body."Do you still want to do it?"
"Yes, sir." There was no hesitation.
"Good. Step closer." Mischa tied the boy to the cross for the very first time, watching everything to memorize it: the hitch in Tom's breath when the boy first felt his hand tied down, his hard cock, dripping and jerking when Mischa touched the cuffs, his moan when Mischa pushed his legs farther apart so the Dom could tie them to the bottom of the cross.
Then Mischa stood up, taking the flogger and getting in position. "I want to hear you. Don't hide from me. And it's okay to fight. That's why you're bound."
Tom looked surprised. "Sir?"
He stepped in close. "It's not all about being obedient. Sometimes it's also about fighting me. Do what feels right for you." Mischa stepped back. He could see his boy tense up. The first stroke was always the worst, even for an experienced sub. He let it fall.
"Ah!" The outburst was more surprise than pain. Mischa knew; he had made it even lighter than when he spanked Tom. He hit the boy again, drawing a sigh out of Tom. Then again, setting up a steady pattern of strokes to Tom's buttocks, legs, and back.
At first, Tom struggled to stay still, to be quiet. Then he started letting his breath out with a sound, getting louder each time, and soon Mischa's boy started writhing, trying to escape the pain.
Mischa held up his rhythm, never deviating from it. Tom was getting hoarse, the sounds from him becoming more and more guttural, primal. It sounded beautiful, and Mischa didn't even notice how hard he was himself. He did see Tom's erection, though, and after a last, powerful stroke, Mischa freed his own cock and stepped up close to Tom, rubbing against his boy's sore backside.
Tom cried out, and Mischa reached around and grabbed Tom's cock, letting his thumb slide over the head. "Come for me," Mischa said, and ground his hips into Tom's ass. With a shout, Tom obeyed, come spurting on the floor. Mischa forced the last sperm out of him. Then the Dom grabbed his own cock and groaned while he covered Tom's red ass with his come. It was a beautiful sight, making Mischa shudder as his balls tried to turn themselves inside out.
He stayed like that for a moment, kissing and nuzzling his exhausted sub. Then he pulled back, and with a firm hand, Mischa rubbed his come into Tom's reddened ass. Tom moaned quietly, and his boy's cock twitched and forced out a last trickle of come. It made Mischa moan, too, and he had to restrain himself from starting all over again. It wasn't the right time for it; Tom was inexperienced, and there was only so much one man could take in a weekend.
Mischa cleaned himself up and untied the cuffs strapping down Tom's legs. Then he leaned in, undoing the wrist cuffs, ready to catch if Tom should fall.
Tom swayed back, but stayed upright. Mischa gently lowered Tom's arms, making him moan. Then the boy turned around and pushed into Mischa's arms. Mischa held on, letting him breathe. They stood like that until Tom almost timidly kissed Mischa's neck. "Thank you, sir." His voice was quiet.
"You're welcome, boy. Let's get you cleaned up." He took Tom to the padded table, making him lie down. Tom rested his head on his hands, sighing contentedly.
Mischa gently washed him, making him writhe. The oil followed, and Tom relaxed under his hands.
"You did so well, boy. Good job." Mischa let his hands slide over Tom, heavily in the beginning and then making his movements softer, less intense, bringing his boy back into the real world. "Ready to get up now?"
Tom smiled and nodded. He sat up carefully and winced when his tender butt hit the table.
Mischa laughed. "Come down and let's take a shower. Then I'll rub some cream into that red ass."
In the shower, Mischa let his hands slide over Tom's skin, keeping his movements light. "How did you like your first flogging?"
"I liked it. Which surprises me, but I did. It was such a heavy feeling, and the level of pain was just enough to make me hurt but not enough to be too much. I... kind of like to make those sounds." Even through the water, Mischa knew that Tom was blushing. He couldn't not be.
"I thought you would. It has been a really nice weekend. Thank you for coming to see me." He kissed Tom gently.
"You're welcome. I really liked being here. And I'm really looking forward to next weekend."
"Good. That's good." Mischa suddenly couldn't find any more words. He leaned his forehead against Tom's, closing his eyes and letting the water fall over them. It had been a very, very good weekend.
Chapter 5
Mischa was somewhat apprehensive. The thing was, he was a forty-year-old investment manager, very successful at what he was doing. He was also a hard-ass Dom, equally successful, if his screaming little subs were anything to go by. None of these things went very well with being teased. Nonetheless, Toby hadn't even tried to keep his laughter at bay.
It had begun very innocently. Mischa had called Toby, saying that he was coming to the party and that he was bringing someone.
"Sure, sounds good. Do you want to reserve a room or do a scene?"
"No, not yet. Tom is new to this, and I'm basically showing him what the lifestyle is about."
"Tom?" Mischa knew right away that he had fucked up. Even so, he wasn't about to admit it.
"Yes. That's his name."
"I see. And this Tom -- is he even into kink?" He could just hear how much Toby was enjoying this.
"He is. Otherwise I wouldn't bring him." Watch him being stubborn.
"No, of course you wouldn't. I'm just interested in hearing about the man who has broken your 'boys don't have names' rule. You have been very consistent about that, you know."
He had. Hell, he didn't even remember half the names of the subs he'd had. He remembered their sounds and what turned them on, but their names? Not really.
"Yes, well, this one has." Mischa wasn't going to be teased.
"He sure has. And I couldn't help notice that you said 'not yet.' Does that mean that you're planning to break your equally longstanding tradition of never doing more than one scene with a boy? 'One boy, one scene,' you call it, as far as I remember." Damn Toby and his clever mind. Trust him to catch something like that.
"I might." No need to tell him that Mischa, technically, already had broken that rule. Not since Toby was already laughing out loud. Okay, he was being teased. Damn it.
But Toby wasn't mean, and he had sounded genuine when he said that he looked forward to seeing them Saturday. Well, he probably was, being the curious bastard that he was.
So, Mischa didn't really feel all that master-ly and tough. It didn't help that he had actually given in to temptation and called Tom. After trying hard for more than two days not to d
o so.
"Hi, Mischa! It's so good to hear from you." Tom had sounded surprised, happy to talk to him. It had made Mischa feel a bit less foolish.
"Hello, Tom. How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Working my ass off, as usual, to have time to be with you on the weekend." Tom suddenly sounded worried. "Are we still on? Did you call to say that something came up?"
"No, no, everything's fine. I just called you to say that I've told the owner of the club that we're coming." Yeah, right. That was the reason he called. Not to hear that happy voice. Nope.