by Loki Renard
At some point, Raid was not sure when, Eric was standing in his living room glowering, his designer shoes lost in the flotsam of fast food wrappers and discarded soda cans. He seemed to have simply materialized there, though Raid couldn't see how. “You didn't show up to work.”
“No,” Raid agreed, stuffing another slice of pizza in his face.
“Are you ill?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Raid giggled.
Eric scowled. “You're high.”
“No you're high.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because fuck you, that's why,” Raid quipped with a grin.
“Robert William Raider,” Eric rumbled, “get up off that couch immediately.”
Raid's jaw dropped at Eric's use of his full name. It shouldn't have surprised him so much. Of course Eric knew what his real name was. He probably knew everything about him. “Up, boy!” Eric spoke thoroughly imperiously. When Raid failed to comply, Eric reached down, took him by the shirt front and hauled him up bodily.
Raid felt Eric's anger as a tangible thing. “You are behaving disgracefully!” Eric boomed, shaking Raid.
“What are you going to do about it?” Raid challenged him boldly. He wasn't super high, but the drug had taken hold enough to render him indifferent to Eric and his threats.
“I'll tell you what I'm going to do,” Eric said, his eyes narrowing. “If you don't show up tomorrow, I'll have your bail revoked.” With that he dropped Raid back on the couch and stalked out of the apartment.
“Testy,” Raid noted to himself, brushing his top down and reaching for another slice of pizza.
***
The next day he showed up to work, which he worked out from the address Eric had given him, was at a prominent insurance firm. So Eric was in insurance, the biggest scam of all. The irony was not lost on Raid. He told himself he wasn't just showing up at work because Eric had threatened him, but because he needed the money, which was also true. In attempt to smooth the troubled waters, he even dug out a pair of black pants and a white shirt. He drew the line at a tie.
Raid arrived ahead of time, at 8:55 am to be precise and was shown to the mail room by an older woman with prune lips and hair scraped up into a bun who informed him that he was starting on the 'very good' wage of fifteen dollars an hour. A quick calculation in Raid's head told him that once he was done with his taxes, that would barely cover expenses for him and Esther.
“Is that all?”
The prune lips tightened to the point of raisin-hood. “That is a very good rate, more than a mail boy usually starts on. You can take it up with Mr Darwin if you find it objectionable.”
“Oh I will.”
Raid had no intention of working for a wage that wouldn't sustain him, so he made his way up to the top floor and asked Eric's secretary for a word with the boss. He was informed rather pertly that Mr Darwin had appointments all day, but Raid could be very charming when he wanted to be and the young woman practically melted when he turned the full power of his broad smile on her and told her that he'd be more than happy to chat with her until such time as Mr Darwin was available. He managed to get himself an interview not half an hour later, ahead of a man with snakeskin shoes who seemed rather put out at being bumped back in the line.
Unfortunately Eric didn't exactly look pleased to see Raid. He didn't even smile when Raid strolled into his office looking clean cut and presentable. Raid made up for Eric's coldness with a broad beaming smile of his own, which wasn't hard to come by as he thought Eric looked particularly sexy sitting in a high backed leather chair, looking for all the world like a cartoon villain.
“Fifteen dollars an hour isn't enough.” Raid got straight to the point, placing his hands on Eric's desk and leaning over it like a school teacher might.
Eric's brow quirked at the younger man's presumption. “It's a perfectly serviceable amount that most people would consider very well paid considering the position.”
“It's barely going to cover my rent.”
Eric looked at him blankly. “So move to a place you can afford.”
Raid stood up and balled his fists at his side. He was getting angry. He could earn three times the amount Eric was talking about in a couple of nights work. If Eric hadn't had him arrested, he'd still be raking in the cash. “You're fucking with me and you're going to regret it.”
“Don't threaten me boy,” Eric sounded bored.
Ready to explode, Raid just barely reigned his temper in. He wasn't going to get through to Eric this way, you could bluster and rage at Eric all you wanted and it didn't do anything at all. So he squared his shoulders, nodded curtly and left Eric's office without another word.
He rode the elevator to the ground floor and walked right out the front door. He would not be disrespected that way, he would certainly not be reduced to moving out of his home because of Eric. He didn't believe that Eric would actually revoke his bail. If he did, that meant no more play time, no more teasing Raid, no more pushing him to extremes. No more submission. No nothing. It would be counter productive for Eric to withdraw the bail and they both knew it.
So Raid went home, got changed out of his nice shirt and slacks and went back to bed to catch a few hours nap. Getting up at 8 am was murder on a man. He was woken just four hours later by a phone call.
“Yeah?”
“Raid.” It was Eric, and Eric sounded pissed.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to go to jail, boy?”
“Not particularly,” Raid said, shifting the phone to the other ear as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“You are testing the limits of my patience.”
“You took away my livelihood and you're replacing it with a job that only provides a fraction of what I used to make. It's not fair.”
“Life's not fair.”
“No it's not,” Raid agreed. “But if you send me to jail, you won't win. You'll make an enemy for life, and Eric, you don't want me as your enemy.”
Eric's chuckle came down the line dark and meaningful. “You keep threatening me.”
“And you keep threatening me,” Raid pointed out quite reasonably. “What goes around, comes around.”
There was silence at the other end of the line, then a knock at the door. It didn't take a genius to work out that it was Eric.
“Let me in, boy.”
Raid got out of bed in just his boxer shorts and padded through the house to let Eric in. He considered not unlocking the door for all of a moment, but that would be construed as a sign of weakness. He swung the door open and there was Eric in all his tall and handsome glory, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he looked at Raid. “Well,” he said finally, “at least you've made it easy for me.”
“Made what...” Raid did not finish the question because Eric had already reached out, grabbed him by the ear and propelled him into the house. It happened so quickly that Raid quite forgot to fight back, but he soon remembered as he felt his body going horizontal over Eric's lap.
“If this is what you need, this is what you'll get,” Eric said firmly, slapping Raid's backside hard. There was hardly any protection at all, just the thin cotton of Raid's boxers that were so loose around the waistband that they soon slipped down, leaving Raid's bottom entirely bare as Eric spanked him soundly. His strong arm rose and fell, marking Raid's caramel skin with red imprints.
“Sending you to jail would be too easy,” Eric said, whacking away at Raid's glutes with great joy. “This is better for us both, isn't it?”
Being spanked bare bottomed by Eric was not at all pleasant. Raid had hoped that the blows would melt into one another, but Eric was spanking him in such a way that each and every slap sank in to full effect before the next one fell.
“You are an insolent whelp,” Eric lectured him. “Thoroughly ungrateful for the opportunity you've been given.”
Raid thought that was overstating it a bit, but he did not say so, he didn't say anything because he was gritting his
teeth, making sure that he made no sound. He couldn't fight his way off Eric's lap, but he could make sure that he didn't give the man the satisfaction of seeing him cry. He laid there like a lump of clay, stoically taking the spanking.
“When I am done with you, you will get dressed and go back to work.”
Raid shook his head.
“Yes you will.” Eric unleashed an especially hard slap that cut down low on Raid's behind, catching his upper thigh.
Again, Raid shook his head. He wasn't going to do what Eric told him to do. Eric could beat him and betray him to the authorities, but he wasn't going to submit and give him what he wanted.
“Stubborn boy,” Eric sighed, resting his hand on Raid's bottom. “Why can't you channel some of that determination into useful tasks?” His fingertips traced over the crest of Raid's cheeks and threatened to dip between them.
Raid's bottom was very, very warm and stingy and there was a dull ache, but he was not in too much pain. Eric had not been trying to break him down, Raid was sure that if he had wanted that he would have used an implement of some kind. No, this was just an outlet for Eric's frustration.
Eric's fingertip slipped between his cheeks and Raid felt the older man pressing his finger against his rear entry. It was not an unpleasant sensation and Raid's cock began to grow against Eric's leg, propelled by the sensation in his bottom and the primal response to a dominant male. Raid might not have wanted to submit, but his cock definitely did. As Eric massaged Raid's ass, Raid's erection rubbed against the other man's trousers.
“You're enjoying this again,” Eric noted dryly. “Perhaps I'm not having success with you because you're in the wrong position. You shouldn't be in the mail room, you should be under my desk, sucking me off.”
The words were crude and the image was lewd, but it made Raid grind his erection even harder against Eric's leg.
“Take me to your bedroom and show me where the lubricant is. I want to fuck you.”
There was no charm, no subtle understatement, just bold truth and Raid responded to that. He got up from Eric's lap and walked through the apartment, his erect cock bobbing up and down until he was in his room, Eric behind him.
The bedside cabinet drawer held all the condoms and lubricant anyone would ever need. Eric nodded as Raid slid it open. “Hands and knees, boy,” he commanded.
Raid obeyed, not because he was submitting, but because he wanted to be fucked as much as Eric wanted to fuck him. He held position, arching his round muscular ass as Eric unzipped his pants and rolled a condom over his erection. The schlicking of lube was the only sound in the quiet room as Eric prepared to take him.
The head of his cock felt large, but Raid knew well enough to relax as Eric pressed forward and sank the length of his rod inside Raid's ass. “Good boy,” Eric moaned gruffly. Raid could feel from the fabric against the back of his thighs as Eric slowly sank all the way inside that Eric was still fully clothed and the mental image of what they must look like made his cock even harder. Him buck naked and bent over with a red bottom, Eric handsome and fully in control, only his large thick cock bare as he pushed it inside Raid's tight hole.
Raid forgot about everything as Eric pumped inside him. He forgot about jail, about submission, about domination, about jobs and money and the world at large. With Eric's hot flesh inside him they were like one. The line between him and Eric blurred with every thrust and finally disappeared entirely in a burst of passion and pleasure.
When they were done Raid laid on his side, Eric facing him. The older man reached out and gently ran his hand through Raid's hair. “You are not going to submit, are you?” There was nothing punitive in Eric's tone, just simple observation.
“No,” Raid shook his head.
“Even under threat of your freedom.” Eric was silent for a moment, his eyes dark. “I am impressed.”
Raid's lips twisted wryly. “So should I expect a visit from the police?”
Another long silence stretched between the two men. Finally, Eric shook his head. “No. I will have the charges dropped.”
It was good news, but Raid didn't trust it. “Why?”
A small smirk played across Eric's lips. “Because this game has gone far enough, I have reached the limits of my own tyranny. You are your own man, Raid.”
“So you will no longer be pursuing me?”
“I didn't say that, dear boy,” Eric said, sounding terribly English.
Raid shook his head. Eric might be thinking that he was doing him a favor, but he'd done far more damage than could be fixed by getting charges dropped. “You still owe me. I can't go back dealing. Not now that they're looking for me. It's too risky.”
“That's possibly the first bit of common sense I've heard you say,” Eric smirked.
“So you owe me lost income,” Raid persisted.
“I see. How about this. You choose a qualification, and I will pay for it, and for your expenses whilst you learn a new trade.”
That idea made Raid smile. “Really?”
“Really.”
“But Esther...”
“I'll make it a two for one deal.”
Raid's eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Then you'll have me on the hook for tuition for the both of us. You'll have even more power than you do now.”
Eric smiled and shrugged. “Well I suppose if you look at it that way...”
“You bastard,” Raid shook his head, his words tempered by his grin. “Always looking for an edge.”
“I wronged you. I will set it right,” Eric said, his smile still playing about his mouth and eyes. “I do promise you that.”
“And you will still try to wrest submission from me,” Raid said.
“Probably,” Eric reached out and cupped Raid's pink ass, drawing the smaller man close to him. “It is in my nature to control.”
“And it is in my nature to rebel,” Raid replied, brushing his lips across Eric's.
“Which makes you the perfect boy for me.”
Raid growled low in his throat. “I told you not to call me boy.”
Eric smirked and rolled over, pinning Raid beneath him. “I will always call you boy. My boy.”
“Very well, old man,” Raid taunted him in return, squirming his hips as his stinging bottom was pressed firmly into the bed.
“Careful boy,” Eric warned him, “You're going the right way to a warm bottom.” He deliberately put a paternal inflection in his tone, chuckling as Raid squirmed all the more in embarrassment.
“Stop that,” Raid whined, keenly aware that he sounded juvenile as heck when he did that.
“Then stop being a brat,” Eric purred. His erection was growing again, digging against Raid's belly. “Maybe I can fuck you into submission,” he said thoughtfully, reaching for another condom.
“Maybe,” Raid agreed, arching his hips eagerly.
“So wanton,” Eric grinned down at him. “You'd do anything for this cock inside you, wouldn't you?” He began easing himself slowly inside Raid's body, taking the younger man tenderly.
Raid groaned, shivering against Eric as the delicious full feeling swept through him. He cried out as Eric reached down and lifted up his legs, putting them over his shoulders so that his backside was exposed. With every thrust came a chastising slap to his buttocks, a slap that made his bottom clench.