by CB Conwy
"I, ah. I just wanted to let you know that we're finished, sir. We'll leave now unless you need anything else. I mean..." The carpenter looked flustered. Tom tried to hide his smile.
"Thank you, Andy. I'm sure it's fine. I'll see you and Jeff at the club." Mischa didn't get up, just nodded. Andy stood there for a moment, then he abruptly turned around and left.
"You've got to set that man up with someone who can take care of him." Tom caressed Mischa's thigh.
"I've tried -- it's a long story." Mischa's leg pushed just a fraction of an inch into Tom's touch. Tom took it as a sign to go on. He kept his touches light, unwilling to break out of his submission. Outside, he heard the sound of the cars driving away, letting the silence come back. Mischa sighed.
"Come on up here." Mischa pulled at Tom until Tom was straddling his Dom's lap. Mischa kissed him, the easy, lingering kisses from earlier that morning. This time, it wasn't so easy for Tom to sink into it, though. The pose was so sexual, and he could feel Mischa's hard cock against the plastic. He squirmed, trying to accept the pressure that made his dick go soft.
Mischa smiled. "It's getting harder, isn't it?" Tom lifted an eyebrow, and Mischa laughed when he got the double entendre. He grabbed Tom's hair.
"But you're still obedient. Because you're forced to be obedient."
Tom swallowed and grunted when the cock cage got downright painful for a moment. "Yes, Mischa. I'm obeying you." Mischa kissed him, deeply and not at all gentle anymore.
"Get up." Tom scrambled to find his legs.
"Now undress." Mischa stood in front of him, enjoying every moment judging by the large bulge in the Dom's pants. Tom did as he was told until he was only wearing the chastity device. It somehow made him feel even more exposed, and that made him excited. He bent slightly at the waist as the hard plastic bit into him.
"I think it's time to have mercy on you. I have something to tell you, and I'd like to get this off first." Mischa stood behind him, doing something to the cage, and suddenly Tom felt the cool air on his dick. For a moment, he was almost reluctant to let go of the peace and quiet it had given him. Then Mischa's words registered.
"I got our results today. We're clean." Tom moaned as his cock filled and his knees almost buckled. Mischa laughed and turned him around, kissing him.
"See, I took it off before I told you. I'm not mean, am I?" Tom was too busy kissing to answer Mischa, climbing up Mischa's body until his legs were around his lover's waist. Mischa took a firm grip of Tom's buttocks.
"I think this requires a bed, don't you?" Tom nodded, not wasting his time with actual words. He could feel Mischa's laugh through their kiss, the feeling making Tom giddy. He gasped when Mischa swung him around and marched to the bedroom, never letting go of him. Then he was flung on the bed, Mischa standing in front of him.
Mischa slowly started undressing, and Tom couldn't believe how Mischa could be that patient right now. Tom started stroking himself, looking straight at Mischa. That had the desired effect; Mischa slapped Tom's hand away with a growl and quickly got rid of the rest of his clothes. Then he was finally in the bed.
Tom pulled Mischa's head down to take a kiss. "Wow. I can't believe we're going to do this. You're going to fuck me bareback." He kissed Mischa again.
"I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to come inside you." Tom made a sound between a whimper and a gasp. "You're going to have my seed deep inside of you, and it's going to run out of you and make you remember that you have just been fucked." Tom bucked, desperately trying to rub on Mischa. Mischa pushed him down, laughing.
"I don't think so. Not yet." Mischa reached to the bedside table for the lube. He quickly poured some over his hand and pushed a finger straight into Tom's ass. Tom gasped, the feeling exquisite. Mischa smiled, fucking his finger in and out of Tom.
"You're still so tight. Does it hurt?"
Tom shook his head, trying to talk but only managing to gasp. Mischa laughed.
"I'll take that as a no. What about this?" He shoved two fingers as deep as he could.
"Oh!" Tom bucked, trying to avoid the fullness. "Fuck. Burns."
"Yeah? Do you like it?" Mischa asked conversationally, pushing his fingers in and out.
"Fuck yes!" Tom whimpered, riding the overwhelming feeling. Mischa just chuckled, opening Tom wide and making the burn go on and on. Tom was nearly incoherent, fighting to get enough air to let out the sounds that he had to make. He didn't even notice when Mischa added a third finger, he just floated on the amazing feeling.
When Mischa pulled out his fingers, Tom cried out in protest. Mischa smiled and sat back. His dick was ruddy and dripping, and he slowly smeared more lube over it until it was glistening.
"Are you ready for me?"
"Please, Mischa! Fuck me, please." Tom was begging, and he was totally shameless about it. Especially when he heard how it made Mischa moan.
Mischa wiped his hand on the sheet and leaned in over Tom, nestling the head of his hard dick at Tom's ass. He suddenly got serious.
"This is it, baby. I'm going to take you, and there isn't going to be anything between us."
Tom looked up into his eyes. "I love you."
Mischa groaned and pushed into Tom, forcing open his sphincter. Tom shouted from the burn and then from the knowledge that Mischa was in him, bare. This was for real. He grabbed Mischa's ass and pulled the burn deep into his body.
Mischa gasped and froze, his eyes glazed. "Wait! Don't move, baby." He hid his head by Tom's shoulder, taking deep breaths. Tom embraced him and held on tightly.
After a few moments, Mischa looked up. "God, Tom, you're so tight. So hot." He pulled out a few inches and pushed back in, making them both gasp.
"Fuck! I already have your precome in me now. Mischa, please, fuck me." Mischa's eyes looked wild, but he still held back.
"Can you... Are you ready?"
"Yes! I need you!" Mischa whimpered and pulled almost all the way out, thrusting himself back in. Tom grunted at the same time that Mischa moaned.
"Again. Please, don't tease me." Mischa grabbed Tom's shoulders from underneath and pushed into him again, hard. Tom cried out, the feeling so good. He got it again, and again, Mischa setting up a hard and steady rhythm. Tom needed it, needed more of it, and he pulled Mischa's hips harder into him until Mischa was slamming himself into Tom, forcing a cry out of him every time. Suddenly, Tom was there, and he helplessly clung to Mischa while his seed spurted out of him, his ass contracting with every spurt.
Mischa was close behind Tom; he shouted out and lost his rhythm, his hips bucking and his seed pumping deep inside of Tom.
Tom clung to Mischa, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't, and he felt the tears stream down his cheeks. Mischa held him securely, keeping up a steady litany of comforting words.
"It's okay, baby, you're fine. I love you. You're going to be fine." Tom sobbed, hugging Mischa tightly until he felt calmer. Mischa rocked him, and the movement made his lover's more than half hard cock bump into Tom's prostate. Tom gasped, and Mischa moaned, starting to pull out.
"No!" Tom's legs tightened around him, keeping Mischa inside him. "Don't."
"But you'll get sore, baby." Mischa was getting harder, though.
"I like being sore." Tom squeezed his ass, making Mischa pant and push into him again.
"Yes. God, yes." Mischa insisted on getting more lube, though, and his fingers were shaking when he poured it over his hard shaft before pushing into Tom again. Tom moaned, closing his eyes with the feeling deep inside.
He had to open them again, though, when Mischa started moving. It was slower this time, and Tom couldn't take his eyes off Mischa's face. There was lust and love there, and Tom could see it every time he squeezed his ass, Mischa gasping and panting. It was heady to know that Tom was making his lover feel that.
Tom was so wrapped up in watching that it almost came as a surprise when Mischa took a firm grip around his cock.
"Oh, fuck!" He arched, suddenly close.
"Hey, I'm doing my best here." Tom's laugh turned into a moan when Mischa let his thumb run over Tom's slit. Mischa started fucking him faster, finding that sensitive spot inside him and staying there.
"I want you to come for me." Mischa's voice was hoarse, and Tom knew that his lover was close. Tom had made him close. The thought, together with a firm stroke to his cock, was enough to make Tom cry out and come, the world going white. He could hear Mischa's roar and knew that he was being pumped full of his lover's seed again, and the thought made Tom's cock spurt one last time before Mischa collapsed on top of him, panting and gasping.
Mischa was heavy, and it felt so incredibly good. All too quickly, though, he moved, taking some of his weight off Tom. Tom protested weakly.
"Stay in me." Mischa reached down and kissed him.
"I am going to go soft, you know. And then you'll feel my seed run out of you."
"I want to keep it inside me." Tom wasn't pouting. Definitely not.
Mischa smiled. "Oh, you won't be able to. I've fucked you hard, and your ass is going to be wide open." He slipped out a bit, and the feeling made Tom gasp.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Tom blushed, even though he couldn't see how he could be able to still do that after all Mischa had made him do.
"Spread your legs a bit more." Tom obeyed, letting Mischa hold his arms over his head. Then Mischa pulled out entirely.
Tom whimpered with the emptiness. Then he felt it. He gasped and tried to get up, to squeeze his ass closed when the sperm trickled out of him against his will, making his ass and the sheets under him wet.
Mischa held him down. "You're not going anywhere." His smile was triumphant. "You feel my seed running out of you?" Tom gasped, nodding. "Yes, it's nasty, isn't it? And a little hot." Mischa almost sounded as if he was making conversation while he held Tom down.
Tom felt completely helpless, and the feeling of his wet ass was so embarrassing and exciting at the same time that his dick twitched in a fruitless attempt at getting hard again. Mischa's eyes never left him, saw every gasp, until Tom's lover was finally satisfied. Then the man let go of Tom's arms, pulled him close and reached for the covers.
"Time for a nap, baby." Tom couldn't agree more.
***
It was a good thing that Tom liked being sore, because he was. Enough to make him limp when he got out of bed a couple of hours later. Unfortunately, Mischa wasn't overly compassionate. "That'll teach you to ask for seconds, baby," was his only comment. Of course, the man also kissed Tom. And looked incredibly smug.
After a much needed shower and some more kissing, they went in to inspect their new library. Tom stopped just inside the door, speechless.
"I take it that you like it?" Mischa hadn't lost an ounce of his smugness.
Tom just nodded. It was fucking amazing. The walls had been covered in shelving, and at the farthest end of the room, the bookcases were built at an angle from each wall, almost creating a separate room. It was a real library.
"The painters will come in on Monday to stain the bookcases. I'm thinking a deep brown."
Tom looked around. "How about painting them white? With a sort of shiny paint? That way, they're going to look a little bit old fashioned without making the room dark." He liked the light in here.
Mischa thoughtfully looked around him. "You know, that might not be a bad idea. And it's your work room."
Tom shook his head. "I still can't believe that. This has been a wild ride."
Mischa kissed him. "Don't worry, it's real enough. But you're right, it has been wild. In fact, I used that as an excuse in the beginning." He ducked a bit and turned to go into the living room. Intrigued, Tom followed.
"How do you mean?"
Mischa smiled a little, sitting down on the couch. "Well, I had the 'one boy, one scene' rule, and I couldn't let you go after one scene only. So I told myself that I was only doing what I had promised you to do -- showing you what it was all about so you would learn what you liked. I could still be telling myself that if you hadn't moved in with me when your apartment was getting cleaned." He looked slightly embarrassed.
"Well, I did find out what I like, didn't I?"
"Yeah? What is that?" Mischa looked curiously at him.
"You, stupid." Tom bent over and kissed him, noting the slight blush in Mischa's cheeks but refraining from commenting on it. Big, bad Doms shouldn't be teased when they showed their soft side.
"You did like the chastity device, though. Would you like to explain to me why? It really got to you." Mischa put his arm around Tom.
"I don't know!" Tom really didn't. "All I know is that it made everything so easy."
"Yeah?" Mischa cocked his head. "Because forced chastity is normally not considered 'easy' by hot-blooded males like you."
"Is that another way to tell me I'm a horny bastard?" Tom made a show out of being outraged.
"Hey, I take it as a compliment." Mischa was as unperturbed as ever. "But really, why was it easy?"
Tom thought for a long time. "I think it's because I'm always trying so hard." He nodded, his thoughts getting clearer. "Even when I'm tied up, I try to do well, I think. I really want to make you happy, and with the cock cage, I couldn't fail." Tom stopped, a little shocked by his own words. "Wow, I hadn't thought about that before."
Mischa seemed to consider Tom's answer. "It makes sense, you know." Tom looked questioningly at him. Mischa moved a bit so he could face Tom.
"As a person, you're ambitious and hard-working. Why wouldn't you be the same way in your sex life?" Tom nodded, thoughtfully. "But it's okay if you fail, you know that, right?"
Tom nodded again. "I know." He shrugged. "It doesn't mean I'll be particularly happy when it happens."
"That's okay. As long as you try again." Mischa got up and reached out a hand to pull Tom up. "Hungry?"
Tom took it. "I'm starving. Fucking is amazing exercise. Let's go make dinner."
***
The next morning, Mischa reminded Tom that he still had a spanking pending. Tom looked uncomprehendingly at him.
"Remember, sassing in front of Toby?" Comprehension and just a little dread dawned on Tom's face. Mischa stepped up close.
"Remember, you like it. It hurts, and you like that so much." He kept his voice low and seductive, and it worked. Tom swallowed nervously, the arousal clear in the boy's eyes. Mischa nodded.
"Get undressed and join me in the library." The room was big, and the slaps would sound amazing between the empty walls. Mischa had put up a solid chair in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture in there, and he sat down on it, picking up the heavy glove and putting it on. His dick hardened at the smell and feel of the thick leather.
Mischa heard a small sound and looked up. Tom was in the doorway, his eyes trained on the glove.
"Come in, boy." Tom managed to take a few steps forward before the sub halted again. This was still the hardest part for his boy; bending down to take a spanking over his lap. It didn't make sense that Tom could do everything Mischa had made him do and still have trouble with this. On the other hand, this was the only thing Tom had to do voluntarily; Mischa could see how that made it all the more real.
"I... You're wearing a glove, sir." Tom looked up at Mischa, nervously. His dick was betraying him, though, almost fully hard.
"I am." Mischa didn't help him out.
"Won't it hurt more?" Tom was wiping his hand restlessly on his thigh. Tom's nerves would have made Mischa pity him if the sight of the boy didn't make Mischa so hard.
"It will. Now, over my lap." Tom was so close to bolting. He did manage to do it, though, making a small sound when he lay down.
"Good boy." Mischa soothingly stroked Tom's back with his left hand, waiting until Tom was calm again. Then he touched his boy with his gloved hand, letting it wander over Tom's ass and down to fondle the boy's sac. Tom started and gasped. Fuck, that conflict between flight and surrender was so sweet to watch. Mischa let the first hard slap fall.
"Oh, fuck!" Tom reared up, scrambling up onto his elbows in surprise.
"Yes, it hurts with the glove, doesn't it?" Mischa made it sound like normal conversation. "Now, back down." Tom made a sound. Then he took a deep breath and got back down on his stomach. Mischa didn't hesitate but started spanking him.
The sound reverberated in the large room together with Tom's grunts and moans. At first, the boy had a hard time getting into it, the pain clearly startling him. Then Tom started getting his breathing under control, emitting a loud moan or whimper with every slap. It was a clear sign that he was surrendering. Of course, his very hard cock told the same story.