“Stand up straight.”
Rick did, hands automatically in front of him to hide his nakedness.
“Let’s teach you a standard pose. First of all, hands on your back. I want to see you.”
There was a slight whimper as Rick obeyed.
“Good boy.”
The words made Rick’s cock twitch. The boy was definitely into power play and obedience. Andy slowly walked around him, pushing his head up and pushing his legs farther apart by tapping the inside of his thighs.
“Yes. Nice.” Andy let his hands slide over Rick’s body, letting his appreciation show. CK had taught him a lesson in how to make a sub feel desired. It worked; Rick was fully hard now, and the sub’s breathing was fast.
“I’m going to make you suck my cock in a minute. On your knees, in front of your Dom.”
Rick’s moan was loud, filling Andy with awe of the power of his words.
“Then I’m going to bend you over the table, strap down your hands, and paddle your ass. You’re going to be sore, and very hard, and if I feel like it, I might let you come.”
“Yes, sir.” Rick’s voice was hoarse.
“On your knees.” Andy had hardly finished the sentence before Rick was kneeling in front of him, reaching up to unzip his pants.
“No. Not yet.”
Rick pulled his hands away as if he were burned, and he bowed his head. “Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to...”
All Andy could see of him was a glimpse of his burning cheeks under his hair.
Andy put both hands on his head. “Don’t apologize. I’ll tell you what to do, and you’ll do it. Mistakes are corrected, not punished, okay?” Andy caressed Rick’s head, lifting it until he looked into Andy’s eyes.
“Yes, sir.” The boy still seemed a little insecure.
Andy kept his hands comfortingly on Rick’s head and watched his sub, taking in the sight of a naked man kneeling in front of him, waiting to suck his cock.
“You look so good on your knees like that.”
Rick blushed furiously, and Andy could tell the exact moment when he realized the situation he was in. He didn’t move, though, and Andy let a hand slide over his head before letting go.
“Good boy. Now, open my pants.”
Rick obediently went to work, carefully undoing the button and lowering the zipper. He gazed up at Andy, a questioning expression on his face.
Andy rewarded him with a smile. Then he reached into his pocket to retrieve a condom. He held his sub’s eyes while he slowly unwrapped the rubber and rolled it on. He usually didn’t use one for oral sex, but wanting to keep CK safe had changed that. And the boy certainly didn’t seem to mind. Rick’s eyes were trained on the process.
“Exactly like that. Now suck my cock.”
Rick uttered a little, helpless sound that went straight to Andy’s cock. The only thing better was the feeling when Rick’s eager lips surrounded his dick.
“Oh, yes. That’s nice.”
Rick was enthusiastic and a little clumsy, his technique not great, but the sight of him was amazing.
Andy never took his eyes off the sub, his sub, sucking his cock because Andy had ordered Rick to do it. It was a heady thought, and Andy pushed deeper into his sub’s mouth.
Rick gagged and pulled back.
“You’re doing fine. Come on, do it again. Take my cock.”
Rick swallowed a couple a times and took a deep breath before he went back to work, sliding Andy’s cock as deep as he could get it. Andy moaned, reaching down to caress his head again.
“Look at me.”
Rick looked up in surprise, and Andy held his sub’s eyes while he pushed a bit deeper into Rick’s mouth. Rick took it, eyes darkening with desire.
“You’re going to make me come. Such a good boy.”
Rick whimpered around his cock, and the vibrations were enough to make Andy cry out and come, pushing all the way in.
It clearly took Rick by surprise, but the sub did his best to keep up, swallowing around Andy’s cock deep in his throat and coughing a bit, unable to quite take it. It was such a high to know that it was Andy who made him look like that, kneeling and submissive and depraved.
Andy pulled out and patted Rick’s head appreciatively while he got rid of the condom. “That was fucking hot, boy. You’re so sexy on your knees like that.”
Every time he mentioned the sub’s position, Rick’s cock twitched. It was so hard that Rick might have come had the blowjob gone on for much longer.
“Get up, boy.”
It wasn’t elegant, but Rick managed to scamper into a standing position while Andy put himself away. Andy reached out to steady him when he swayed.
“Dizzy?”
“Nah. Stiff legs. Sir, I mean.” Rick tentatively bent one knee at a time.
“You’ll get used to it. Are you ready for your spanking?”
Rick stared at him, mouth a little open. Andy lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir! Sorry. Not much blood in the right places at the moment.”
Andy laughed. A sub relaxed enough to make jokes was a good sign.
“Come over here and tell me which cuffs you’d like.” Andy opened the cupboard and showed Rick what he could choose from, from iron chains over standard wrist cuffs to the sturdy double cuffs. The sub’s hands lingered over the double cuffs.
“Nice choice. They’ll keep you down nicely while I spank you.” Andy was aware that words excited Rick a lot. The time had come to see if the real thing did, too.
Andy put the heavy double cuffs on Rick, pulling them tight enough to immobilize his fingers. Rick’s eyes shifted between the cuffs and Andy’s face, and if anything, he only got harder when they were on. Andy put a hand around his back and led him to the table.
“Bend over, boy.” Andy knew that his strict order was going to affect the boy, and the half-swallowed groan was sweet. It wasn’t only Rick who got off on sounds. He fastened the cuffs, making sure they held Rick bent over the table, ass nice and accessible.
“Are you ready to take your first paddling, boy?” He slid the paddle over Rick’s cheeks, letting the sub feel the smooth leather.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
Oh, fuck, that was hot. Andy let the first slap fall.
“Oh, shit!” There was surprise in Rick’s voice, and he pushed forward, away from the pain, until he couldn’t get any farther. He gasped, but then he pushed himself back into position.
“Yeah, it hurts, doesn’t it? Talk to me.” Andy hit the sub again.
“Stings! God, didn’t think... Oh!”
Andy set up a steady rhythm, giving Rick some time to recover between the slaps. He used enough force to make it realistic; Rick deserved to know what a real paddling felt like. But he carefully monitored the sub, listening to the boy’s sounds and seeing how much Rick fought to get away from the pain. When the boy cried out, Andy took a break, caressing the red ass in front of him.
“Your ass looks so hot. It’s all red now, and I can almost see how much it stings. Is it bad?” He could also see Rick’s hard cock; it seemed that a paddling was just the right amount of pain for this sub.
“It really stings, but this is nice... Ah!”
Andy had grabbed one ass cheek hard, and Rick moved first away from the pain, then back into it.
“I think you’re ready for the rest of your paddling now. You can take ten more.” It wouldn’t be easy for Rick; he was already sore. But he needed this to be real, to experience how submission felt even when it hurt and you didn’t want to do it anymore. That was what made the scene genuine, made you surrender for real.
Andy gave him the first five slaps, keeping them hard and the rhythm even. There was distress in Rick’s whimpering by then, and Andy bent down.
“You’re doing this for me; you’re taking my pain bec
ause you’re my sub. It’s so hot seeing you like this.”
Rick just whimpered and put his head down, accepting Andy’s caress of his red ass. Andy gave him time, rubbing his sore butt.
“You have five more to go. Ask me for them.”
For a moment, Andy thought he had gone too far. Then he heard Rick’s hoarse voice.
“Please, sir. Spank me.”
“Good boy! You can shout or cry all you want.”
Rick did; he screamed when the first slap hit him, and he didn’t stop before the last of the five slaps hit his ass. Then he collapsed on the table, breathing hard.
Andy undid the cuffs with calm movements before pulling Rick up, into his arms. The sub didn’t resist, and Andy hugged the boy while he rubbed Rick’s back, listening to the sub’s harsh breathing getting easier. Andy closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Rick pushing close and slowly coming down. Then Rick’s relaxed posture changed slightly, into a light, but very noticeable rubbing against Andy’s leg.
Andy smiled, pushing Rick away enough to see the man’s face. “Such a good boy. You took that so well. And you’re still hard, aren’t you?”
Rick blushed fiercely, but he whimpered and pushed closer when Andy’s hand closed around his hard dick.
“Yes. Good boy. Come for me.”
It only took a few seconds, and then Rick cried out as the come spurted out of his dick, body shaking with his climax. He closed his eyes as the aftershocks went through him, and then his legs went slack under him.
“Oops.” Andy almost didn’t catch the sub, and he had to hoist the limp body up in his arms a couple of times until he could get a firm grip around Rick. Rick just mumbled something and didn’t cooperate at all, head lolling forward and resting against Andy’s chest. Andy snorted and lifted him up, carrying him to the bed in the corner of the room.
Andy put the boy down, checking that he was lying comfortably on his side before getting a towel to clean him up. Rick just grumbled and pushed his head further into the pillow when he felt the wet cloth on his genitals, and Andy smiled before tucking him in.
“I’m going to get your boyfriend. Are you okay to be alone for a minute?”
Rick opened his eyes and reached out for Andy’s hand.
“Thank you. That was really cool. Even though you didn’t exactly go easy on me.” Rick touched his ass, gasping with the pain.
“You’re welcome. I can get you some cream for that. Or do you want to remember this for the next couple of days? Whenever you move, you’ll remember that you got tied up and paddled.”
If Rick pushed his head any further into the pillow there was a real risk that he would suffocate. He mumbled something.
“Sorry?”
“I want to remember it!” The poor boy looked flushed. “Can you get Lance for me now?”
Andy kissed him lightly on the forehead. “Yes. You did very well, by the way. Bye, Rick.”
He went outside, where Lance was now sitting in the chair closest to the room. The man stood up quickly when Andy came over.
“Is he okay?” Lance seemed nervous.
Andy smiled reassuringly. “He’s fine. Go snuggle with him. You can stay the night if you want.”
Lance didn’t have to be told twice. Andy caught a glimpse of the tenderness on his face when he saw Rick, then the door closed after him.
“That was impressive.”
Andy turned; he had completely forgotten about CK watching everything. Andy leaned in and kissed CK until the other man was out of breath.
“What was that for? And why did you stop?”
Andy laughed, feeling almost high after the scene. “That was amazing. So, what does the teacher say about my performance -- do I get a nice grade?”
CK leaned back in, taking another kiss. “That was a straight A, and you know it. Apart from dropping the sub at the end; you clearly underestimated your ability to melt a man’s brains. And his legs.”
Andy grinned. “Yeah, he went all boneless on me.” Then he got a bit more serious. “Thank you for giving me that, CK.”
“You’re welcome. I wanted you to see how it felt to be on the other side of it.”
Andy laughed again. “So this is the CK lesson of the day?”
CK looked a bit flustered, and Andy leaned in. “I like your lessons, okay?” They had gotten him far already. “So, what was this one about?”
CK reluctantly answered. He still seemed a little embarrassed. “It was about giving and taking. You kept thanking me for what I did for you; I wanted to show you that I get as much back as I give.”
“You definitely proved your point. God, that was hot. The way he got excited when I ordered him to do something, and the way he reacted to the cuffs. And the sight of him on his knees. Mm...” Andy couldn’t help smiling, and he had a feeling that he looked like a very satisfied man.
CK cocked his head. “I’m glad you liked it. And by the way: you, my boy, are a switch.”
Andy felt the joy draining from him, and he suddenly didn’t feel like smiling anymore. He pulled back, frowning.
“No. I’m not.” He turned around, walking down the hallway toward the rest of the club. All of a sudden, he just wanted to get out.
CK caught up with him just before he reached the doorway, though, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.
“What’s up? There’s nothing wrong with being able to be both sub and Dom.”
CK clearly didn’t get it, and it ached all the more to have to spell it out to him. “You don’t sub, do you?”
CK looked confused. “No, I don’t. Why do you ask?”
“I want to be with you. I don’t want to fuck around. Is that what you want me to do?” This was getting uncomfortably close to being “the talk” about their relationship and where it was going, and it wasn’t a conversation that Andy had pictured taking place here -- and definitely not so soon.
“No! I don’t.” CK frowned, seeming surprised. Then he seemed to pull himself together and looked into Andy’s eyes. “I want to be with you. Just you. But what you just did wasn’t cheating -- do you think it was?”
“Fuck no!” Andy was shouting, and a couple of heads turned in the main room. “You asked me to do it, so it can’t be.”
“Exactly.”
“But if I’m a switch and you don’t sub, then I’d have to cheat to get what I need. Unless you’d arrange it for me every time.”
“Oh.” CK blinked, the implications clearly not something he had thought about. “I see what you mean.” He shook his head. “But hey, I can arrange it if you want me to; we’ll figure out the practicalities. The main thing is that I want to be with you. For real.”
Andy had a feeling that he looked just as shell-shocked as CK. “For real? Not just scenes? No more one scene a week rule?”
“No more fucking rules. Even though it did make sense.”
Andy rolled his eyes, but he felt the happiness welling up in him. “You just insist on always getting the last word, don’t you?” He had a really hard time hiding his silly grin.
CK didn’t even try to hide his. “That’s what Doms are for, Andy.” He leaned in and kissed Andy, taking a solid grip of Andy’s jeans and pushing in close. Someone wasn’t unaffected by the scene, relationship talk or not.
“Are you all... Oh.” It was Tom, watching them worriedly until he saw them kissing.
Andy pulled back.
“It seems I just got myself a boyfriend.” Andy couldn’t stop grinning.
“Ah.” Tom nodded sagely. “Then I get why you were shouting.”
“Hey!” Mischa leaned over Tom’s shoulder, and Toby pushed in closer on the other side of Tom in the doorway. It suddenly reminded Andy very much of a puppet theater, and he snorted.
“Glad to be able to entertain you, guys,” Andy said, one eyebrow lift
ed.
Mischa pulled back, looking a little embarrassed. Toby, on the other hand, just grinned.
“Congratulations, boys.” The owner of the club turned and left, suddenly appearing to be very busy.
Andy lifted an eyebrow and looked at CK, who had a confused expression on his face. “I don’t think we have to tell anybody, CK. Toby will spread the word.”
CK moaned and hid his head in Andy’s shoulder. Andy comfortingly patted his back.
“Shh, you’ll be fine. At least the man only has about, what, two hundred, three hundred close friends?”
CK’s groan was loud enough to be heard all the way into the main room.
9
CK parked his car in front of the half-finished building. The surroundings were less messy than they had been a week ago when he had picked Andy up here, but there were still people on the site, painting the newly added fence. He got out of his car and went inside to look for Jeff.
After asking one of the painters, CK found Jeff in an apartment on the first floor, explaining to one of his employees why it wasn’t a good idea to put up shelves that weren’t level. CK had never ever heard sentences in which the actual words took up so little space compared to the f-word.
“So don’t fucking fuck with me like that anymore, you listening to me, fucker?”
The carpenter nodded frantically and set to tearing down the shelves again.
“Fucking kids don’t know how to use a fucking simple tool. They’ll be the fucking death of me. CK, right?” There was no pause between the two sentences, and CK had to concentrate to answer.
“Yes. I wonder if you had a couple of minutes to talk to me?”
“Sure.” Jeff walked out of the building, CK next to him. “So, was he a good fuck?”
CK stopped, narrowing his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”
Jeff turned around, watching him with inscrutable eyes. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. Andy is very much my business.”
CK refused to budge even a little. “Not that part of his life, no.”
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