by CB Conwy
"I'll just..." None of them paid any heed to Rob.
The water helped, or perhaps it was the close contact with Mischa.
"That was wild, sir."
Mischa chuckled. "It was. Ready to see the rest of the club now?"
Tom nodded. He was.
***
Mischa was enjoying this immensely. Tom was wide-eyed and curious, asking questions and blushing at the answers. He got a lot of stares, and he was totally oblivious to them. It was very sweet.
Mischa let his hand glide down over Tom's ass. The boy jumped a bit. "Still sore?" Mischa grabbed hard and didn't let go. Tom went up on tip-toes.
"Ah! Yes, sir, still sore." And still turned on by it. Mischa put his arms around Tom with a hand on each buttock. Tom sighed and rubbed against him.
Mischa marveled at the ease with which the boy surrendered. "You would let me take you right here if I wanted to, wouldn't you?"
"Yes." The answer came without any hesitation.
"Well, I won't make you. Not on your first visit here." Tom didn't seem entirely convinced that he actually had to be forced to do it, but he obliged and looked around the room instead. They were still in the back room, near the large stage.
"What are those guys doing?" Mischa let his eyes follow Tom's. Brad had Daniel in a corner, the sub giving his safewords with two big guys in leather pants and harnesses as witnesses.
"Daniel is telling his safewords to his Dom with two witnesses. Some people make a ritual out of it before a scene. Baby, I don't think you should watch this." Mischa started walking Tom out of the room. Tom resisted.
"Why not, sir?"
"They play hard. Very hard." There was a very real chance that Tom would freak out if he saw this.
"Harder than the sound thing?"
"This is different. Daniel likes to fight back, to be forced, and to be whipped hard. It can look really brutal."
"But he still has his safewords, doesn't he?" God, Tom could be stubborn.
"He has."
"Then I'd like to watch." It was clear to Mischa that there was no talking Tom out of this. Well, Mischa would just have to do damage control if it became necessary.
They watched Brad kiss Daniel on the forehead. Then the Dom stepped back, and the two big guys came up on each side of him. Daniel crouched, looking ready to attack.
Brad leaped forward and slammed him into the wall. "No! Fuck you!" Daniel was shouting, kicking, and hitting as hard as he could. Futilely; he was no match for the two big guys who grabbed his arms while Brad held him pinned against the wall. He kept screaming and fighting while they half dragged, half carried him to the stage. Tom went to the edge of the stage, eyes glued to the scene.
Mischa stepped up behind Tom and hugged him. "Remember, it's just a scene; he has his safewords." Tom just nodded, too engrossed to pay attention.
The angry sub was dragged to a padded table that stood at an angle to the room and forced down on it. One guy leaned heavily on his back to hold him down while the other tied down his feet. Then they grabbed an arm each and forced it down along the legs of the table. Daniel could fight, but there wasn't any chance of escaping.
Brad came up on stage, holding a heavy whip. Daniel went berserk when he saw his Dom.
"NO! I don't want to do this! Get away from me, you fucker." He fought and cursed. Brad didn't pay any attention to his protests and gave him the first stroke. Daniel shouted, and the guys holding on to his arms had to struggle to hold him down.
Brad hit Daniel again, and again, keeping up a steady rhythm while he beat his sub's back, ass and legs. He was relentless, paying no heed to the man's screams and shouts.
Daniel was incoherent, yelling curses and insults, his body writhing and fighting every time the whip hit him. Brad did not let up but kept hitting him, now forcing an anguished cry out of the sub with every stroke. That just made Brad apply more force, hitting as hard as the Dom could. Daniel's shouts turned into sobs, and during the last lashes he finally gave up fighting, lying limply over the table and crying.
His feet had been untied by the men holding him down, and Brad threw the whip on the floor and went around the table. The Dom kneeled down and lifted up Daniel's head. At first, the sub refused to look at his Dom, trying to keep his sobs in. Then he gave in, hiding his head in Brad's shoulder while he cried. Brad hugged him, rocking him gently. When the sub was calmer, Brad stood up and went around the table, trying to make Daniel stand. He couldn't, his legs collapsing when he tried, and one of the helpers supported him under one arm while Brad took the other. They disappeared through a door at the back of the stage.
"Wow." Tom blinked, looking as if he suddenly remembered where he was. The crowd had dispersed around them, leaving only Tom. "That was... Wow."
Mischa rubbed his stomach, still holding on to him. "I think that was an accurate description. Not many people play that hard, but they seem to have found a balance. Daniel needs it, and Brad is not afraid to give it to him."
Tom nodded, deep in thoughts. "Have you ever done anything like that?"
Mischa couldn't tell whether Tom would find that a good thing or not. "I have, even if it's usually not my style. I never do more than one scene with a boy, and a scene like that takes a lot of trust."
Tom turned his head and looked at Mischa oddly. Oh. The one-scene thing. Mischa had to think very hard about the fact that he was not a man who blushed. Tom didn't say anything, though.
Mischa let his hand glide down to Tom's jock. His sub's cock was hard and there was a wet spot on the fabric. Tom moaned a bit, leaning back into Mischa and letting him rub. The boy was blushing.
"Everybody can see us." Tom kept pushing into Mischa's hand, though.
"They can." Tom moaned.
"Do you want to come like this, or do you want to find a dark corner where we can be naughty?" Mischa ground his hips into Tom's behind.
Tom made a peculiar sound between a snort of laughter and a groan. "Yes, please. I would... Could you..." The boy was so fucking adorable when he couldn't get the words out.
"I probably can if you ask me." Mischa pinched Tom's nipples. He yelped and writhed.
"Oh, fuck, sir. I... God. Sir, would you please spank me? Before you take me?"
Mischa groaned. Jesus, this was hot.
"Yes, boy. I'll even paddle you." Tom's sigh was almost a whimper, his knees not quite steady.
"Private room or dark corner?"
"I... Dark corner is fine." You'd think the boy would be impotent with the amount of blood in his cheeks. But he didn't have any problems down there. Whatsoever.
Mischa took a paddle from the wall and dragged Tom to his favorite dark corner. People could hear what was going on, but they wouldn't be on display.
"Bend over, boy." He forced Tom to lean over, hands against the wall. Tom gave a little squeak and obeyed. Then Mischa paddled his boy in a steady rhythm, just enough to give Tom a nice sting and make the boy horny. It worked quite well; Tom was a sobbing mess when Mischa finally fingered him and pushed into him. Mischa shouted when the tightness gripped his cock, his sounds mingling with Tom's yelling at being opened up.
It didn't last long, it couldn't, but God, it was hot. Mischa roared and emptied himself into the condom, and then he rubbed Tom's bulge through the jockstrap until his boy came. Mischa stood for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Then he had to pull out, getting rid of the condom. He pulled Tom up, kissing his boy gently.
"Thank you, boy. That was lovely."
Tom just sighed, spent.
"Time to go home, don't you think?" Tom nodded, and Mischa put his arm around Tom and started walking them out. Tom hesitated before they stepped out into the big room.
"What's wrong?" Mischa knew, of course, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
"It's just... Everybody can see that you just spanked me. And I came in my underwear."
Mischa leaned in, nuzzling Tom's neck. "They can. They can probably see that you're well fucked, too, and smell y
our come on you. And they can see that I did it to you and that I'm taking you home now." Tom moaned. Mischa smiled and nipped his neck.
"Okay, sir." Mischa smiled and led his boy out through the club. And Tom was right, people did stare. Mischa enjoyed every minute of it, taking his boy home.
***
They slept in the next morning and then spent a long time over breakfast, talking about the night before. Mischa couldn't help but be just a little worried. Things might seem different in the bright light of day.
His instincts had been sound, though; Tom was intrigued with the club.
"I was so close to freaking out when I realized what that metal rod was for, though." Tom was eating melon and licking the juice off his fingers. The sight was almost enough to distract Mischa.
"I thought that there would be blood all over the place and a screaming sub. And not screaming in the good way."
"I wouldn't make you watch something like that."
"No, you wouldn't. On the other hand, not even you can control everything that happens." Mischa snorted. He had been pretty successful so far, and he intended to keep it that way.
"And then you made me watch, and it was beautiful. He was out of his mind with lust, and he let it all out. It was even a bit scary."
"Why was it scary?" Mischa needed to know.
Tom thought about it. "I'm not sure. Because he made himself so vulnerable, I think. Both in what he did and how he reacted to it. He didn't hold back at all."
"And the second scene?" Mischa was curious about this; Tom had been very adamant about wanting to watch that.
Tom was quiet for a long time. "I don't know how to describe it. I didn't know you could fight like that, that someone could give you that much. It was... really brave."
Mischa was a bit shocked at the insight Tom showed in the power dynamics of a scene; it had taken him a lot longer to get that far.
"It is. They know each other well, and Brad is very particular in picking the situation and his helpers."
They talked a bit longer, and then Mischa took Tom into the playroom for their last scene before Tom had to go back to the city. He told Tom to stand in the middle of the floor as usual and started circling the boy. Tom stood up straight, relaxed and a little aroused.
"I have a treat for you today: you can choose what the scene will be." Mischa was almost sure that Tom would choose a paddling and a fuck.
He didn't, though. Instead, the boy thought for a long time. Then he started speaking, hesitantly.
"Did you... did you enjoy giving me the enema, sir?" The boy's cheeks were already reddening.
Mischa was surprised. He still gave an honest answer.
"I did. I love to see you struggle, and I like knowing that I'm filling you with water."
Tom nodded. "You see, I didn't like it. It was so embarrassing that I really had problems obeying you. But I read this story last week." He was getting eager now.
"It was about a couple who was into this lifestyle. They had a friend over, and the Dom told him that his sub got an enema every evening, in a really humiliating way. When the friend asked why he did it, the Dom answered that the sub hated getting an enema and loved him for doing it to him anyway.
"Does it make any sense to you at all that I want it because I don't want it?"
Mischa's heart almost melted. He stepped close to his sub's back, nuzzling Tom's throat. "It makes a lot of sense. You want me to make you do it. And I will." Tom nodded, looking relieved about being understood. Mischa let him feel how excited he was when he rubbed against his sub's naked ass.
"Come, boy. Into the bathroom." He walked his boy to the tiled area of the playroom and let him stand in the middle of the floor, where Tom could see all the preparations. Tom was half hard and looking nervous, apprehensive. Mischa put the towels on the floor and pulled over the IV stand with the water.
"Lie down, boy." Tom hesitated, fighting so hard with himself. Then he bent his knees, almost involuntarily, and lay down. Mischa lay down behind him.
"Good boy." Mischa lubed up Tom's ass and put the nozzle in him, turning on the water right away.
Tom gasped and jerked a bit, and Mischa reached around and started stroking his cock. Tom got hard fast, and he kept it up even as his breathing got labored.
"Oh, sir, getting full." Mischa knew; he could see the water fill the slender belly. Tom groaned, thrashing a bit. Mischa put his leg over Tom's to steady him and rubbed Tom's belly until the cramp passed.
The water went in quickly, and he only made Tom hold it through one more cramp. When Tom sat down on the toilet, the boy reached out for Mischa. Mischa was surprised to feel his breath hitch; it was such an act of trust. The clear water rushed out of Tom, who moaned and held on to him. Mischa didn't take his hands off Tom, stroking and caressing.
When Tom got up, he stood patiently in the middle of the floor, ready to take another bag if Mischa told him to. The feeling of his boy surrendering to him was heady, but Mischa needed Tom now.
"Into the shower, boy." Tom did look relieved, and Mischa couldn't help but smile. Then he undressed and stepped in behind Tom. He washed his sub slowly and sensually, massaging the shampoo into Tom's hair and rinsing it out. With a crooked smile, he took out the lube. "Turn around, boy."
Tom sighed and grabbed the railing on the wall of the shower stall. He rested his head on his hands, letting himself be opened up, breathing through it and groaning when Mischa went too fast.
When Mischa exchanged his fingers for his dick, Tom only sighed and relaxed into it. The sub was so malleable, taking everything Mischa had to give him. The low sounds told Mischa that it still hurt him when Mischa went too deep, but Tom took the pain, grunting, but not fighting. Mischa fucked him forever, the warm water cascading over them and cocooning them in their own little world. He didn't want this to end, but it had to, and he stroked Tom's hard cock and pushed deep inside his boy's body. They came at the same time, Tom groaning quietly and Mischa shouting out his pleasure. Mischa pushed deep one last time and then just leaned on Tom. This was where he belonged, in his boy.
The thought didn't seem as shocking as it had before, and that in itself was enough to shake Mischa. He was quiet when he dried Tom, and then he took the boy to bed. He wanted to be close. He was gently stroking Tom's belly when Tom broke the silence.
"You know, the guys who did the scenes last night?" Apparently Mischa wasn't the only one thinking.
"Yeah? Which one of them?"
"All of them. I mean, they had so much trust in each other. It was amazing."
"It was." Mischa didn't know where this was going.
Tom was quiet for a moment, then he continued. "Is it like that for you? I mean, we don't know each other that well yet, but what happened when your subs stayed? When it wasn't just scenes."
"It always was." The answer came quickly.
Tom cocked his head. "So you haven't had any long-term relationships with a sub? They were just playmates?"
Mischa hesitated, and then realized that he had to be honest. "They were just playmates."
"Am I just a playmate?"
"No." Mischa had no idea how he could be this sure, but he was. He gestured helplessly. "No, you're not. I want to have more scenes with you. And I want to get to know you. Does it scare you away that I say this so soon?" He held his breath. This conversation had turned a lot more serious than he had expected.
Tom raised an eyebrow. "I'm not easily spooked, you know. Far too stubborn for that." He looked thoughtfully at Mischa. "Have you had other relationships?"
"Sure. Well, not that many, but I have had three or four long-term lovers since I was a teen." This was turning into a friendly interrogation that concentrated far more on Mischa than he liked, but he had a hunch that Tom wasn't going to let go of him before the boy got some answers. It was almost comical that their roles were that quickly reversed. Well, it might have been funny if the conversation hadn't been making Mischa sweat, metaphorically speaking.
/> "Tell me about the last one."
"Well, what do you want to know? He was a contractor, a really nice guy, and we had a good time. It even ended well."
"But why did it end?"
"Basically, I wanted to push and he didn't want to be pushed. In bed, that is. Outside it, we were a pretty good match. We could argue for hours about everything. He never budged."
"So, why don't you just hook up with one of your subs if you need to be matched sexually?"
"They're boring." Once again, Mischa wished he would think before he talked. It wasn't a problem with anyone but Tom. On the other hand, he hadn't talked about these things with anyone but Tom.