by M. A. Innes
“Yes, Sir.” His voice was almost pleading and his eyes were huge, telling me how much he wanted this.
I pointed to a blank section of the wall near the kitchen door. “Go lean up against the wall.”
He looked a little confused but did what he was told. Walking over, still slightly unsteady, he put his hands where I’d indicated and looked back at me, questioningly.
“Yes, but step back further. I want that ass out, slut.” I reached down and made an obvious gesture to adjust my cock. He stared right at my hand as he stepped back and pushed his ass out. Damn. That was hotter than I’d imagined it would be.
Walking over to him slowly, I stood behind him and pressed my cock up against his ass. His head dropped down and his muscles quivered, fighting not to move. “Naughty sluts get spanked.”
Nick moaned and lost the battle to stay still. He pushed back against me and rubbed his ass along my cock. I reached down and grabbed his hips. “No! Bad slut.”
I scolded him like he was a naughty puppy or something and he ate it up. Shaking, he mumbled an apology, but the words were difficult to understand. I reached my hands around his waist, and I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to his knees. His briefs came down with them and suddenly he was standing there, naked ass pressed out, ready for his spanking.
Holy hell. I was going to spank him.
Pushing my worries to the back of my head because it was too late for that, I moved to his side. I’d watched enough porn to know how this was supposed to go. “You were naughty, weren’t you?”
He managed to nod, but that wasn’t enough.
“Tell me.”
Another sexy, desperate sound escaped, but he found the words. “I was naughty, Sir.”
“What do naughty sluts get?” I dropped my voice and let it go low and husky.
Another moan escaped and he thrust his ass out even more. “A spanking, Sir.”
“That’s right. You’re going to remember to be good, aren’t you, slut?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.” Nick’s voice was whiny and needy. Knowing I’d pushed him that far made me even harder. I loved seeing him like that.
Putting one hand on his stomach, just in case he fell, I brought my other hand down on his ass. The smack echoed in the room but his groan was even louder. From the new angle, I could see his cock sticking out and he was so turned on, he was leaking precum down the shaft.
His ass was pink where I smacked him but not enough for me to worry. There were lots of articles online that showed how hard you could spank someone before there would be problems. I’d had this planned since I’d asked him over.
Alternating between each cheek, I watched as his ass reddened up and started to feel warmer under my hand. “Look at your cock. Is your punishment supposed to make you so hard, slut? What kind of naughty boy gets an erection from a spanking?”
The words came tumbling out as he shook and made the craziest sounds. “Bad boy…naughty slut…dirty…sorry…Sir…please…”
When he started begging to come, I knew it was time to stop—because I wasn’t going to actually let him come—at least not yet. I guessed he’d feel even naughtier if he had to go into work unsatisfied. Rubbing my hand over his ass, I let him calm down. His cock was still erect and probably aching by the time he’d relaxed enough to look over at me. The question was clear on his face so I didn’t make him ask.
“I never said you’d get to come, slut.” He shivered, looking like he’d just been fucked. “If you’re good tonight, you might be allowed to get off later.”
“But, Sir—”
I interrupted him, growling out the words because I knew how much he liked it. “Are you arguing with me, slut?”
He looked wrecked and shaken but he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I gave his ass a pat because he’d find it wonderfully humiliating. “Good boy. Now go get dressed for work or you’re going to make us late. There’s a bathroom by the front door you can use.”
He nodded and started to reach down to pull up his pants. “No. Leave them like that.”
Nick blushed a fire-engine red but his cock jumped like it was straining for more. Oh yeah, that pushed all his buttons. Waddling into the kitchen to grab his bag, he had to come all the way out through the living room to get to the bathroom. His erection looked even harder and his pants had slipped down his legs even more, making it hard to walk.
“Remember, slut. You don’t get to play with yourself. Clean up your wet dick if you need to but when you’re done, I’m going to check and make sure you didn’t come.” That was a spur-of-the-moment idea, but it was pure gold because he moaned and looked like he wanted to throw himself down on the floor and beg to come.
“Yes, Sir.” Embarrassed and horny, which made the cycle keep going, Nick shuffled into the bathroom. When he was out of sight, I sighed and looked at the clock. We had ten minutes. Plenty of time to get dressed and jerk off. He might not be allowed to come, but all it was going to take was one stroke and I would explode.
By the time we were both back at the door ready to go, I felt like I’d gotten a second wind or something. My orgasm hadn’t made me tired like it normally would. It made me want more, and I couldn’t wait for work. Nick, on the other hand, look slightly frustrated and still very turned on.
Wrapping one arm around him, I pulled him close and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. But it was a lot less innocent when I reached down to feel him up. He was still hard. “Very good, slut.”
He blushed and looked down, but I kissed his forehead and brought my hand up to lift his chin. “I’m glad I get to work with you.”
There was more I wanted to say, but I wasn’t sure how. I wanted to tell him how much I liked what we had. I wanted him to know how incredible he was. I wanted him to understand that I got it and what he wanted didn’t seem crazy. The words wouldn’t come out.
But he smiled anyway and nodded. “Me too.”
I gave him another quick kiss, then I took his bag from his hand so I could carry it out. “Let’s go or we’re going to be late.”
Heading out to the car, I looked back at the house. Usually, when my parents were gone, I wanted them to hurry back so the house wasn’t so empty, but tonight it hadn’t felt that way. Being with him had been perfect, and it was the first time I’d wished they would stay away longer. One more week wasn’t nearly long enough.
Chapter 5
Nick
DEATH BY HEART ATTACK BROUGHT ON BY SEXUAL AROUSAL—that was what my headstone would say. He was going to kill me.
He’d teased and flirted and said the most outrageous things all night. I’d been hard since we left his house and now that work was over, I was afraid I wasn’t going to get to come. That just made me even hornier, and knowing I would have to ask about it made the desire worse. Then you had the humiliation factor, and that was pushing me right to the edge.
As we walked out to his car, I broke. “Um, Sir, I…um…I…can I…” The stupid words wouldn’t come out.
Kyle got this wicked grin and gestured to the car. “Get in, slut.”
God, the way he sneered out the words had me dripping precum in my briefs. If I couldn’t get a hold of myself I was going to come in my pants. And that idea was humiliating enough to make the problem even worse. “Yes, Sir.”
He hadn’t answered my question, but his expression shouted that he had something up his sleeve. Kyle always had the best ideas. He made me crazy. Climbing in, I shoved my bag down to the floor and buckled myself in, trying not to shift around and look like a kid with ants in his pants.
With naughty thoughts flashing in his eyes, Kyle hopped in and pulled away from the building. When we were almost to the road, he stopped the car and turned to me. “You have about five minutes until we get to your house. If you can come before then, good, but if you can’t then you’re going to be stuck with that hard-on until I let you orgasm, slut.”
Reaching out, he gave my crotch a pat that had my
brain rattling around. Between the physical sensation and the almost dismissive tap, I was shaking. I didn’t care that we were in the car or that he was going to watch, I just went for it. I had to come.
The idea that he might change his mind teased at the edges of my senses, making it hard to get my pants open. Once I managed, I shoved them down enough to free my cock. When it was out, I looked over to Kyle. “I can…I can touch it?”
He’d already given me permission but asking felt unbelievable; arousal surged through me, making my dick jump. Kyle reached out and grabbed the back of my neck while he started to drive. “Do it, slut. You’re running out of time.”
“Yes, Sir.” Wrapping my hand around my hard-on, I started jerking it off. Moaning, I arched up and thrust harder into my hand, pretending it was him touching me. His hand tightened on my neck, giving me that trapped feeling which was so perfect.
Even knowing he was watching me play with myself, it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge, I wanted the words—I needed them. “Please, Sir.”
Kyle either took pity on me, which was hot, or he didn’t want to hold back his dirty words any longer. “Look at you, slut. Tugging on the little guy. You like being watched, don’t you? Knowing I can see how needy and horny you are? Go faster. Show me how you want me to touch your cock. That’s what you want isn’t it, slut?”
Delicious waves of humiliating pleasure rolled through me. Needing the demeaning words made me even more turned on.
“You liked it when I let you come in the hall before. You loved the feel of being trapped, exposed. Used. Harder, slut, you know I wouldn’t go that easy on you.” He growled out the words, his hand clamped on my neck.
Shaking and humping my hand, I knew we were almost there. In seconds, he wasn’t going to let me come. He’d make me stop, and I’d have to go inside with a hard-on and—
“Do it, slut.” The words were husky and demanding. I exploded; cum shot out into my hand and the orgasm was so powerful it made me light-headed. When the pleasure faded, I looked around and saw we were just down the street. Looking down at my hand, I peeked up at Kyle.
He glanced over at me, a steely expression on his face. He looked like what he wanted to do was bend me over something and fuck me hard. Pushing the tempting thought to the side, I looked around for something to clean up with.
“You know what you’re supposed to do. Clean it up, slut. We’re running out of time, and you don’t want to have to lick it up while we’re sitting in the driveway.” Rough and demanding, his voice sent new waves of need through me.
He watched as I brought my hand up to my mouth and started licking. The taste wasn’t bad, but this wasn’t something I would have ever done on my own. The fact that Kyle was making me do it made it erotic and arousing.
“Look at my cum slut. I can see how much you like that. Your little cock’s even trying to get hard again, isn’t he? He can’t yet though. Finish up. You don’t want to have the little guy waving around when we pull in, do you?” His voice was husky, and it did crazy things to my insides but he was right. I had to put it away.
Hurrying, feeling dirty and ridiculous, which didn’t help my fluttering stomach, I managed to look reasonably normal by the time he pulled up to the house. I hated to leave him, but my bed was calling and I couldn’t fight back a yawn.
As the need to sleep rolled a fog over my brain, I had a thought. We didn’t have to work the next day. Kyle had somehow gotten us on the same work schedule but the following evening was a night off. I hated the idea that we wouldn’t see each other. Would it be crazy needy to ask him out?
“Hey—”
“You want—”
We both laughed, but I wanted to ask before I lost my nerve. “You want to do something tomorrow since we don’t have to work?”
He smiled; the heat was still there but so was the sweeter side that he’d shown me earlier. “That’s what I was going to say. How about I pick you up around five? Do you have a curfew or anything?”
I sighed. “Maybe. I’ll have to talk to my dad. My mom’s overprotective and doesn’t even like me staying out late for work. But with college in the fall, my dad’s trying to get her to loosen up. I’ll text you later and let you know.”
“So no avoiding your dad.” He laughed and shook his head. “Let me know if you need backup or just to escape. Parents can be weird even if they’re okay with the whole gay thing.”
I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks.”
He ran a hand through my hair and pulled me in for another deeper kiss. “Now go before you get us distracted.”
“Yes, Sir.” Wearing a stupid grin, I climbed out of the car and headed inside.
My brain was foggy and I couldn’t figure what the noise was. I opened one eye but quickly closed it and buried myself under the covers. If I was going to work nights, I needed darker curtains.
“Nick?”
The noise was back but this time my brain was working enough to realize what it was. “Yes, Dad?”
Why wasn’t he at work? There was no way it was early enough that he’d still be home. Braving the light again, I pushed off the covers enough to see the clock. What was he doing home at lunch? Usually, I was up before this, but in my defense, I was worn out last night.
“Can you come downstairs? I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes before I head back to work.” His voice was cautious like he was trying not to worry me.
That made the worry worse.
“Um, sure. Give me a minute.”
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Sitting up, I pushed the covers off and looked down at myself. I didn’t remember putting on different clothes when I got home last night but evidently, I did. Flannel pants and a T-shirt weren’t exactly summer sleepwear, but at least I didn’t have to think about it at the moment.
Standing and stretching, I wished for a bathroom that was attached to my room. I headed out to the one in the hall and made a quick stop before going downstairs. I was hoping this was about work or a family vacation or that I’d screwed up and pissed them off somehow but I had a feeling I already knew what was going on.
Not seeing him in the living room, I went into the kitchen. Yup, and Mom too. Lovely. I headed straight for the coffeemaker, and frowned when I saw it was empty. Starting to make a new pot, I ignored Mom’s frown. She didn’t like me drinking it, but this was clearly going to be a coffee day.
“Morning.” I thought I might as well try to start off on the right foot.
They mumbled greetings while I found some cereal and doctored up my coffee. By the time I was sitting down at the table, the tension could have been cut with a knife. Was I supposed to say something? I’d thought this was their show but maybe not?
Ignoring the stress coming from my parents, I kept eating and focused on my coffee. Maybe if I played stupid, they’d give up. When they were still watching me awkwardly as I finished my cereal, I decided that maybe I needed to start things off.
“I don’t have to work tonight, but I’m heading out with a friend. Not sure what the plans are, but are we still doing the whole curfew thing? I mean, with college and all coming up it seems a little silly.” Getting up to refill my mug, I waited to see if that would at least get things going.
“I don’t see why—”
Mom interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence. “But, Gary, going out with someone is very different from working.”
“He’s going to be in college this fall. He won’t have a curfew then and will have to make his own decisions.” My dad actually sounded like he wasn’t going to let her suffocate me. I was impressed.
“I guess so.” Mom’s voice was low and skeptical. We all knew she’d rather have me home and not off goofing around.
“What time are you going out?” Dad’s voice was calm and I could tell there were other things he wanted to know.
“About five.” Then charging ahead, I kept going. “Kyle’s going to pick me up.”
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br /> “And that’s the boy who dropped you off?” He shared a look with Mom that was full of meaning. He’d told her. It shouldn’t have surprised me; they were married and all, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to wade through the minefield of overprotection bombs that were waiting in that discussion.
“Yes. We knew each other at school and because we’re working together, we’re getting to know each other.”
“So you didn’t…hang out with him in school?” Dad tilted his head and tried to make the question seem innocent.
“No. Just recently.”
He nodded and relaxed back in his seat a little. “But he’s nice?”
“Yes.” And he was bossy and had a wickedly dirty mouth, but I wasn’t going to say that part.
“That’s good.” Now my mother had finally decided to jump in. “Now your dad said that you boys were…close?”
“Yes.” Maybe I should have said more, but it was all I could do to sit quietly at the table.
“We’d like to know—”
“Maurine, you know what the site—”
“Nonsense. I’m his mother I have a right to know things about his…preferences.”
They were researching shit online. I hated that Kyle was right. I’m not sure where the sarcasm came from, maybe not enough sleep. “Pretty sure you don’t. I think some of this falls under basic privacy.”
Dad coughed, and it seemed like he was trying not to laugh. Mom didn’t think it was funny. “Nicholas! That’s not how you talk to an adult.”
“This isn’t about being polite or having good manners. This is about what feels like an invasion of my privacy. If I’d wanted to talk about it, I would have. It’s no one’s business who I…date.” I might not have come right out and said I was gay but if I didn’t want to I shouldn’t have to. Wasn’t this supposed to be on my schedule? “And I start college in the fall. The whole adult thing is stupid. I’m young but I’m not a kid.”