Training Kemper [Hard Hits 7] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Tatum Throne

  “Do you trust me?” Shawn asked.

  “Completely.”

  “Good. I’m going to need your complete trust for our next session.”

  A shiver flowed down Kemper’s spine, sending tingles of anticipation over his rim. Shawn turned away from the bed, going over to his nightstand. He opened a drawer, taking out a black bag. Shawn pulled open the drawstring that kept the bag closed. He reached in and pulled out a glass butt plug. A whimper of need tore through Kemper’s body. Shawn pulled out several more butt plugs, lining them up on top of the nightstand.

  Shawn tipped the clear glass butt plug up to Kemper’s lips. “Open your mouth.”

  Shawn pushed the four-inch butt plug into Kemper’s mouth. Kemper loved the feel the glass slipping over his tongue. With a gentle tug, Shawn pulled the butt plug from Kemper’s mouth. He kneeled between Kemper’s spread thighs, pushing the butt plug on the edge of his rim. Kemper groaned as Shawn’s free hand stroked his pulsing cock. As he stroked his fist down, Shawn pushed the butt plug into Kemper’s ass. Kemper turned his mouth against his bicep, biting and sucking down on his arm as Shawn pushed and pulled the butt plug in and out of his ass.

  Kemper arched his ass out for more. Shawn’s face was drawn into tight, hard lines as he worked the butt plug in and out of Kemper’s ass. Their eyes met. There was something dangerous and possessive within Shawn’s eyes. The sweet torture seemed to go on and on forever. Just when Kemper thought he couldn’t take anymore, Shawn pulled the butt plug from his ass. He grabbed another butt plug from the nightstand. This one was bigger and thicker, with beaded ridges all the way down.

  This time Shawn used the lube to wet the butt plug. Shawn tipped the butt plug up to Kemper’s rim, pushing it slowly into Kemper’s ass. Kemper cried out as this plug stretched him wider and went deeper than the one before. Sweat beaded at Kemper’s temples. His cock was thrumming hard. With the butt plug deep in his ass, Shawn spread his thighs wide over Kemper’s. He gripped their cocks together with both of his big hands. He started to stroke them both, using lube and pre-cum to wet them. Their hips rocked and flexed together. The friction of the mattress kept the butt plug deep within Kemper’s ass. Kemper wrapped both of his hands up around the brass rail on the headboard, using it for leverage with each thrust.

  “Awww, fuuuuuck,” Kemper whimpered.

  “Do not come.”

  “You got me balanced on the edge.”

  “You’re going to stay on that edge until I say you can come off.”

  Shawn suddenly pulled away, letting Kemper’s throbbing cock snap back against his abdomen. Pre-cum rocketed from Kemper’s dick, splashing across his chest. Shawn growled, leaning down to lick the cum off his chest. There was predatory heat within Shawn’s eyes as he stared up into Kemper’s face. He flicked his tongue across Kemper’s nipple, giving his nip a bite and then swirling his tongue over the sensitive spot. Shawn leaned up and pressed his lips over Kemper’s, kissing him possessively before pulling away. He worked his hands down over Kemper’s thighs, pulling the butt plug from his ass. Shawn reached for the lube, squeezing it over his hand. He lubed his cock, settling his body between Kemper’s thighs again. Shawn curled Kemper’s hips up high, exposing his ass wide. He put both of Kemper’s legs over his shoulders as he tipped his big cockhead against Kemper’s rim.

  Kemper whimpered as Shawn pushed his big cock deep into his ass. Shawn stroked him fast and hard with deep punishing hits. The hits were so hard that it knocked Kemper’s body against the headboard and the headboard against the wall. Kemper was certain that the headboard was going to damage the wall, but he didn’t care, and it was clear that Shawn didn’t care either. They were both so caught up in the throes of passion that neither one saw what was going on around them. They were only focused on each other and giving each other pleasure. With each hit of Shawn’s body against Kemper’s, a smacking sound echoed within the room. His balls and cock slapped up and down against his abdomen. Shawn reached down, giving Kemper’s cock a hard pull.

  “Look at me when you come,” Shawn said.

  Shawn’s grunted command struck an emotional cord within his heart. Kemper was so close. Their eyes met and held. Shawn pumped his prick in and out of Kemper’s ass. His big hand gripped Kemper’s cock.

  “I’m coming!”

  Shawn held completely still as he pumped Kemper’s cock off. Four white hot arrows speared across Kemper’s chest. When he finished coming, Shawn pulled his cock out of Kemper’s ass. He lowered Kemper’s legs to the mattress and spread his thighs over Kemper’s chest. Shawn stroked his cock, pumping it hard. He pointed it at Kemper’s chest and face. Shawn cried out, arching his head back. Cum shot from his dick, hitting across Kemper’s jaw and lips. Shawn groaned as he pumped his cock dry. Kemper licked his lips, tasting Shawn’s sweet cum. Shawn leaned down, giving him a soft brushing kiss.

  “Good morning,” Shawn said.

  Kemper grinned, stretching his arms so that the handcuffs clinked together. “Morning.”

  Shawn unlocked the cuffs, freeing both of Kemper’s hands. “What do you have going on today?”

  Kemper was off. “I have some errands to run. That’s about it. You?”

  “I have to meet a client at noon. I do personal training on the side.”

  Things were turning serious within their relationship. There was so much Kemper didn’t know about Shawn and so much he felt as though he needed to know. He didn’t want to sound needy, but he was feeling that way. Their time together was short. Kemper wanted as much time as he could get with Shawn.

  “When do I get to see you again?” Kemp asked.

  “Tonight. Be back here by seven.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Kemper swung his legs from the bed, reaching for his prosthetic. He worked it on and stood up, heading for the bathroom. Kemp shut the door behind him, feeling really unsteady on his feet. He pressed his palms against the counter, trying to regain the balance he so desperately needed to feel inside. A light tapping knock sounded on the door.

  “You okay?” Shawn asked.

  “Yeah.” Kemper opened the bathroom door. “I was just about to jump in the shower. Want to join me?”

  They were both naked. Shawn danced him back against the countertop.

  “Yes, I think I do.”

  Chapter Seven

  Through the front window of the coffee shop on Court Street, Kemper caught sight of Shawn sitting with someone in the corner. Shawn’s back was to the window. A smile tugged at the corners of Kemper’s lips as he drank in the sight of his lover’s broad shoulders. Kemp wanted to scratch his nails down Shawn’s back as his Dom took him hard in the ass. There was a good chance Kemp wouldn’t get the chance since Shawn liked to tie him up.

  It registered late on Kemper’s brain that Shawn was not alone. Kemper had made plans to meet Shawn there after work. The plus one with Shawn wasn’t expected and momentarily threw Kemper off his game. The guy was dressed in a charcoal suit with red power tie. The watch on his wrist was expensive and not military grade like the one on Kemp’s. Kemper had stopped on the sidewalk, watching the pair chat. The guy across from Shawn was definitely interested. There was a spark in the guy’s eye that Kemper didn’t like.

  Kemper chewed on his lip as he worried over what was going on. It shouldn’t bother him that Shawn had friends and he made plans with those friends. Perhaps it had more to do with how Shawn seemed really interested in whatever this man was saying. Kemper couldn’t stand on the sidewalk, gawking at the pair all day. He mentally adjusted his balls and went for the door. Kemp opened up the door to the coffee shop, adding a little extra swagger to his step as he rolled up on the pair. Yeah, Kemp knew he looked intimidating when he was decked out in his police-issued uniform. Kemper stood next to the table, just a tad behind Shawn for a moment, staring down at the guy. The guy did a double take which had Shawn looking over his shoulder.

  “Is there a problem, officer?” he asked.

  “Yes, there
is. You’re in my seat.”

  The corners of Shawn’s mouth tipped up. “Gabe, this is Kemper. We work together.”

  “Do you now?” Gabe asked. “Nice to meet you, Kemper.”

  The guy offered his hand, but he didn’t move his ass. Kemper wasn’t feeling sociable, but he shook Gabe’s hand.

  “That’s a grip you have there,” Gabe said.

  Amusement danced in Gabe’s eyes as Kemper let go of his hand. “How do you know Shawn?”

  “Shawn and I go way back,” Gabe said.

  Shawn wasn’t filling in the blanks and neither was Gabe. Kemper was starting to feel like a third wheel in this little party. Kemper was feeling really possessive of his Dom. He wanted his attention and his eyes focused only on him. The feelings of jealousy were so unexpected that they left Kemp feeling momentarily stunned. He wanted to yank Gabe out of his chair and toss him out onto the street with a swift kick to his ass. Gabe pulled his gaze away from Kemper as though he were the one that didn’t belong there.

  “I should get going,” Gabe said. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Shawn.”

  Tomorrow. They had plans for tomorrow. It took all of Kemper’s will not to trip the guy as he walked by. Kemper took the recently vacated seat and glowered at Shawn. The corner of Shawn’s mouth was ticked up ruefully. The table was small. They were shoved out of the way in a corner, giving them both some privacy.

  “You’re misbehaving, sub.”

  Kemper’s heart beat wildly within his chest as he met Shawn’s devastating, intelligent eyes. Those eyes could see through all the bullshit Kemp wanted to throw up against the wall. “Am I?”

  “Yes, you are.” Shawn slipped his hand beneath the table, rubbing it up the inside of Kemper’s thigh. “You have no reason to be jealous, Kemp. I don’t play games with my submissive.”

  Kemp knew he was getting played with now. The tips of Shawn’s fingers had moved to caress the back of his knee. Despite Kemp’s annoyance, his cock filled hard and fast. It would be a while before he’d be able to stand up. Shawn knew how to press all Kemp’s buttons to make him fall fast at his feet.

  “What are we doing here?” Kemp asked.

  Shawn pushed his coffee toward Kemper. “Having coffee. Talking.”

  Kemper picked up the warm paper cup and took a sip. Shawn’s hand had moved possessively around his knee. It felt like more than friendship. It felt like romance. It felt like dating. It felt like commitment and intimacy. It felt like something Kemper wanted more of. The lines were blurring, and the fire burning between them was getting hotter with each touch and caress. Kemper was finding it difficult to concentrate when Shawn looked at him with those heavy, lidded eyes. There were whispered promises in his gaze.

  “I’m going to be late tomorrow for our workout session. I have a meeting in the morning,” Kemper said.

  “How are things going now that you’ve been cleared for duty by the chief?”

  He didn’t want to talk about how his confidence was still shaken, but it was getting there. “Good.”

  “That’s a good start.”

  Kemper hated to ask. He didn’t want to know what Shawn’s business with Gabe was all about, but he had to know. It was driving him crazy not knowing what they were doing tomorrow.

  “So you’re meeting Gabe tomorrow?”

  “I am. Does that bother you?”

  Kemper sat back, crossing his arms. “It bothers me that I don’t know more about your personal life. I really don’t know anything about you.”

  “You don’t need to know anything personal about me. I’m your Dom.”

  So, that was how Shawn was going to play things. He was shutting him out. “Don’t you want to know more about me?”

  “I know how to get you there.”

  Kemper felt a shiver of need vibrate through his body. “Don’t you want to know about what I do when we’re apart?”

  Shawn leaned in close, but not so close that it looked like they were a couple sharing a very intimate moment. There was heat in Shawn’s eyes.

  “You’re dancing on the line with me, Kemp.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t get personally involved with the men I’m in a relationship with.”

  Kemper leaned in closer. “Putting your cock inside my ass and down my throat is getting pretty fucking personal.”

  Shawn reached across the table and took the cup of coffee back, taking a drink. Kemp watched his Adam’s apple go to work. There were things Kemp wanted and needed to know about Shawn.

  Shawn smiled. “It is personal.”

  “Then let’s get to know each other better,” Kemper said.

  Shawn brushed the tips of his fingers over the rim of his coffee cup. Kemper couldn’t meet his gaze.

  “Tell me everything about you,” Shawn said. “Look at me.”

  Kemper took a long time meeting his gaze. He was ashamed of his past, of where he came from. He grew up dirt poor in southern Kentucky. Half of his family was still down in Appalachia, making their money off the government.

  “What?” Kemper asked.

  “What’s wrong, Kemper?”

  He didn’t want to go there, but Kemper knew he had to. “I wasn’t born in a hospital, Shawn. My mom had me in a one-room shack. Her friend caught me. I grew up dirt poor in Kentucky.”

  “Your past doesn’t define who you are, Kemp.”

  Kemper ran his hand through his hair. “No, it doesn’t.”

  “Tell me more about your family,” Shawn said.

  Kemper nervously bounced his leg beneath the table, shaking it. “Most of my family is scattered. I have a brother, Jake, in North Carolina. I’m the only one here in Cincinnati. What about you?”

  “I grew up in Cleveland an only child. My mom was a stay-at-home mom and my father was an accountant.”

  “Are you out with them?” Kemp asked.

  “Yes. They know. I came out when I eighteen.” Shawn grinned wryly. “They didn’t see it coming. They were surprised, but accepting.”

  “I’m not out with anyone at work,” Kemp said.

  “Neither am I.”

  “So, where does that leave us?” Kemp asked.

  “We have a few months left on our contract. Let’s enjoy our time together.”

  “What about tonight?”

  Shawn grinned. “I have this new set of workout equipment at my place you should see.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “This way you can skip your morning workout tomorrow.”

  “I think I like the sound of that.”

  Shawn stood. “Follow me back to my place.”

  * * * *

  The moment Shawn got behind the wheel of his car, his dick got hard. Shawn brushed his hand over his cock, adjusting as he drove out of the city to his place. Kemper followed eagerly behind. Ten minutes later, he pulled up in front of his house. Kemper was a few minutes behind.

  Shawn headed up the walkway, unlocking the front door. He left the door hanging open and heard it shut when Kemper came inside.

  “Downstairs in the basement.”

  Shawn flipped the hallway light on as he opened the door to his finished basement. Off to the right of the great room sat his workout area. The new weight bench and set was perfect for what he needed to do with Kemper tonight. Kemper’s footsteps were heavy as he came down the wooden stairs. It was probably due to the ten pounds of police-issued equipment he had strapped to his body. Shawn pulled his shirt off. He took the rest of his clothes off in a flash.

  “Undress.”

  Kemper took his time, taking off every piece of his police-issued uniform. Shawn was getting impatient, but kept control. When Kemper finally yanked down his tight boxers, he couldn’t hold himself together any longer. Kemper snapped his cock back against his hard abdomen. It was a short few weeks ago that they had started training together. Now, Kemper’s body was hard, lean, and muscular in all the right places. Even his ass had the athletic tightness that came from a man who worked out every day
.

  “Hands on the bar like this, straddling the bench,” Shawn said.

  Kemper straddled the bench, leaning in to the bar. He arched his ass out perfectly, exposing his rim for Shawn.

  “Nice.”

  On the far wall, there were floor to ceiling mirrors. Their eyes met within that mirror. Shawn came in from behind, licking two of his fingers. Shawn reached down, rubbing his fingers over Kemper’s rim. Kemp groaned, arching his ass to feel more of Shawn’s touch. His balls pressed hard against the bench. Shawn reached for the lube, snapping open the cap. He lubed his cock and set the bottle aside. Shawn straddled Kemper’s ass. He tipped his cockhead to the rim of Kemper’s ass, thrusting in hard in one quick move. Kemper cried out as his ass arched out for more. Shawn grabbed Kemper’s shoulders as he bounced his cock in and out of Kemper’s ass.

  He wrapped the back of his hand around Kemper’s neck as he took him hard, slapping his balls against Kemper’s perineum. Shawn lost his rhythm when he realized that he had gone inside Kemper without a condom again. Things were spiraling out of control between them. How could he have forgotten to put a glove on it?

  Shawn tightened his hand on Kemper’s neck, using both of his hands to collar his lover. Shawn wasn’t thinking clearly when it came to Kemper. That was part of Shawn’s problem. He got momentarily stupid when he was around Kemper. He thrust deeper into Kemper’s ass, lifting his body up off the bench with each hard hit. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed within the room. Shawn met Kemper’s eyes in the mirror. Kemper’s face was twisted up as he got caught within the throes of passion. His mouth was parted. He was breathing hard. He groaned with every hit of their bodies.

  “I’m close,” Kemper said.

  “Fuck.” Shawn jammed his cock into Kemper’s ass, stilling his thrusts. “Don’t come yet. I’m not finished with you.”

  Shawn reached around, giving Kemper’s cock several strokes. Pre-cum shot over Shawn’s palm. He felt Kemper’s prick jump within his hand. Shawn knew he was losing control. He thrust his cock into Kemper’s ass hard. He cried out, arching his head back as his prick shot into Kemper’s ass. He pulled his prick out, shooting cum over the backside of Kemper’s ass. Shawn gave Kemper a spank.