by A. E. Wasp
Chris’s eyes widened. His eyes flicked from Jay-Cee’s face to the prominent bulge in his black boxers.
“Don’t make me tell you again. Unless you want to earn more spankings.” He used the word deliberately, so there was no question about what Jay-Cee was going to do.
The blush spreading across Chris’s cheeks, a gorgeous mixture of humiliation and arousal, made Jay-Cee want to grab Chris and put him across his lap himself. But beginnings were fragile things, and he had to be sure Chris wanted this. Chris had to offer himself up voluntarily; to know that not only did he crave it, but he had crawled for it.
Chris stepped forward as best he could with the jeans binding his legs together. Turning around, he sat down next to Jay-Cee. Face still burning, he twisted his torso and leaned forward until he was face down on Jay-Cee’s lap. He inched forward, carefully lifting his hips to get his cock safely over Jay-Cee’s leg until he lay with his rock-hard erection pressed against Jay-Cee’s thigh.
Chris definitely wanted this.
Jay-Cee guided Chris forward with a hand to the back of his neck until his cock hung down between Jay-Cee’s spread legs, giving him nothing to rub against.
Jay-Cee kept one hand buried in Chris’s soft blonde hair and ran the other one gently from the base of Chris’s neck, down the muscles on his back, and over his bounds hands. The blue silk looked so pretty against his pale skin. Jay-Cee dragged his fingers lightly over the swell of Chris’s ass and down the back of his thighs to where his jeans kept him trapped. Up and back his hand traveled, petting Chris until the tension left his body. Sighing, he went lax across Jay-Cee’s lap.
Jay-Cee lifted his hand and brought it down with a loud smack against the curve of Chris’s ass.
Chris yelled, his shoulders jerking up off the couch. Jay-Cee held him down with a hand on the back of his neck. Without letting Chris catch a breath, Jay-Cee did it again. And again. Varying the pace between smacks and the strength of his blows, he brought his hand down repeatedly on Chris, from the tops of his thighs to the dimples on his ass.
The sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room. A warm breeze blew through an open window, and Jay-Cee wondered if anyone walking past could hear the sharp crack and the intoxicated whines and moans coming from Chris’s throat.
Chris writhed on his lap, bucking up to meet Jay-Cee’s hand and grinding down to get some friction on his cock. Jay-Cee gave him one hard smack. “Stop it.”
With a shudder, Chris stopped moving. Breathing heavily, he held himself as still as he could.
Jay-Cee gently touched on the reddened flesh, feeling the heat on the palm of his hand. Chris whimpered, and Jay-Cee shushed him, bending down to kiss his back. He wiped a tear from Chris’s face with his thumb, and Chris turned his cheek into Jay-Cee’s palm.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jay-Cee said. “Perfect, and so good for me. You’ll remember from now on that I want you to call me when you need me, right?”
Chris kissed Jay-Cee’s palm. “I might forget. You might have to remind me again.”
Jay-Cee chuckled and rubbed the hot skin again. This time he trailed his finger down the crack of Chris’s ass cheeks to the base of his balls. Chris moaned, so Jay-Cee did it again, pressing his finger deeper into the dark space. The heat on his finger was amazing, and he couldn’t wait to bury himself in Chris’s body.
He reached out and pulled Chris’s shoes off. With one hand, he tugged the jeans off the rest of the way. He tapped Chris’s hip. “Up.”
Chris knelt up on the couch. Jay-Cee stood and wrapped his arms around Chris, steadying him as he rose. He searched Chris’s face, wanting to make sure they were still good. “Okay?” he asked.
“Awesome.” Chris’s bright smile was too sweet for someone with their hands bound, and who had just had their ass paddled pink.
“Good.” Jay-Cee cradled Chris’s face in his hands and tilted his head up for a kiss. He tasted the salt of Chris’s tears and the sweetness of his lips. He could get addicted to the way Chris’s mouth opened under his; so sweet, like he was offering Jay-Cee everything. Jay-Cee nipped at Chris’s lips until they were pink and swollen then pulled away.
Grabbing the mask and another tie from the couch, he led Chris to his bedroom.
19 – But with the beast inside there’s nowhere we can hide
It took a minute for Jay-Cee’s eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in Chris’s bedroom. What little light came in through the north-facing windows was blocked by an enormous four poster canopied bed. The layers of sheer white curtains hanging from the rails were tied back on one side, only far enough for Chris to slide in and out of bed.
A thick white duvet lay flung to one side, and a large down pillow still held the impression of Chris’s head. Soft white sheets covered a mattress that had to be close to twenty inches thick.
Jay-Cee pictured Chris spread out on the pure whiteness of the bed, arms stretched and tied to the dark wooden posts at either corner. He could loop a restraint over the top cross piece and stretch Chris up on his tiptoes, trapping him in place but at the same time leaving him free to twist and turn into and away from whatever Jay-Cee chose to give him.
Arousal and possession stirred his blood. Pushing his briefs off, Jay-Cee sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for Chris to stand between his legs.
The curtains surrounding the bed turned it into a secret place. He could smell the cologne Chris wore mixed with his sweat, a scent he knew well from long, hot days spent together in the studio.
Jay-Cee wanted to pull Chris into this cave and wreck him until neither of them could think. Chris’s eyes were hooded and glazed. Jay-Cee pulled him closer with a hand on the backs of thighs.
Chris gasped as Jay-Cee’s nails dug into the tender flesh, so Jay-Cee dragged his nails from the backs of Chris’s knees and over the swell of his ass. Behind his back, Chris’s fingers opened and closed, grasping at nothing, and his breath hitched.
Jay-Cee locked his knees against Chris’s legs, trapping him. “Do you like that?” Jay-Cee asked, doing it again without waiting for an answer.
“It, it hurts,” Chris panted even as his hard cock jerked sharply.
Jay-Cee pinched the skin where thigh met ass, and Chris whined. He pinched harder, tugging and Chris’s whine slid into a moan. “I didn’t ask you if it hurts. I know it hurts. I asked you if you liked it.”
“Oh, God,” Chris whispered. He dropped his head and stared at the floor.
Jay-Cee moved his hand and opened his legs, so he wasn’t touching Chris anywhere. Reaching down, he lightly stroked his own cock, knowing that Chris was looking right at him. Watching Chris struggle with his own desires, weighing what he wanted and needed against what society told him he should want, pressed buttons deep inside Jay-Cee.
He needed to hear what this angel-faced boy thought was so damning, what desires he felt too ashamed of to speak out loud. And then he wanted to give them all to him so he could give them back untainted. He wanted to show Chris that no part of him was wrong or damaged.
He guided Chris back down to his knees with a hand on his shoulder. “Let me show you what I like.” Palming the back of Chris’s head, he slid two fingers between Chris’s lips.
Chris sucked them in, grateful for the reprieve.
Jay-Cee reveled in the feel of Chris’s tongue wrapping warm and wet around his fingers and sliding into the sensitive spaces between. Then he pressed down, forcing Chris’s mouth open. Pushing Chris’s head forward, he maneuvered his cock between Chris’s lips.
With his hands behind his back, Chris had no way to brace himself, and he fell forward, shoving Jay-Cee deep into the back of his throat. Jay-Cee held him there, choking, while he got his knees up under himself again. Jay-Cee groaned. God, it felt good. Gripping Chris’s hair, Jay-Cee pulled him slowly off and let him take a few gasping breaths. He gave Chris a second to object. Chris whined and strained forward against the fingers in his hair, so Jay-Cee gave him what he wanted.
“
You like that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
Holding Chris’s head with both hands, he used Chris’s mouth for his own pleasure. “God, your mouth is so good. Made to be used.”
Chris moaned at that.
Jay-Cee pulled back until only the head of his cock remained in Chris’s mouth. “You like being used.” Chris groaned in the back of his throat even as he looked down and a blush spread up his cheeks.
Jay-Cee pushed his cock in further, angling to the side. He pressed on Chris’s cheek to feel the bulge of it from the outside. Chris closed his eyes and shivered, breath coming quicker. Christ.
Jay-Cee slapped him lightly on the cheek. “Look at me.”
Chris forced his gaze back up, bright blue eyes peering up at Jay-Cee through long, dark lashes. The blush spread down his neck.
He was beautiful. A decadent, debauched angel on his knees, all white hair, blue eyes, pink skin, and lush mouth stuffed full of Jay-Cee’s cock. Jay-cee wanted to keep him; to cast him in bronze to have him forever. He knew that wouldn’t happen. That’s why whether or not he was in love with Chris was irrelevant. He would keep that part of himself secret for Chris’s sake. Chris was too young to stay with an old fool like Jay-Cee, and he had too bright of a future ahead of him. But Jay-Cee could give him this gift.
Jay-Cee’s cock throbbed. When Chris licked the bead of fluid off the tip, Jay-Cee’s hips shot forward in an uncontrolled thrust. Chris took the length of him with a cough and a groan. His eyes fluttered shut again. Oh, God. He couldn’t be more perfect.
He pushed Chris down onto his heels to change the angle, and started fucking Chris’s mouth in earnest. He controlled the depth of his cock in Chris’s throat and the pace of his thrusts until Chris’s eyes closed and he surrendered to the invasion, body softening, all tension gone.
Trembling on the edge, Jay-Cee fought the urge to finish and slid slowly out, inch by inch. Standing up, he tugged Chris to his feet. He swayed, dizzy, and Jay-Cee grabbed him around the waist, kissing him with a ferocity that contrasted with the gentle way he unwrapped the silk necktie from his wrists.
Reaching between them, he wrapped his hand around Chris’s cock. It was hard and slick in his hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Chris moaned and grabbed onto Jay-Cee’s shoulders for support.
Kissing him the entire time, Jay-Cee jerked him hard and fast until Chris pulled off to gasp for air. “Stop. Stop. I’m gonna come.”
Jay-Cee gave one last long stroke that had Chris shudder with the effort not to come. “On the bed,” he said, with a smack to Chris’s ass. He would never get tired of the feeling of that perfect ass under his hand. “Face down.”
Chris did, kicking the duvet to the floor as he did.
Jay-Cee climbed onto the bed and straddled Chris’s hips. “Grab the headboard.” Leaning forward over Chris’s back, he couldn’t help rubbing his cock against all that soft skin as he tied Chris’s hands to the crossbar in such a way that he could flip Chris onto his back.
“Do I need to get a condom?” he whispered into Chris’s ear, biting his earlobe as he did. He moved down to Chris’s neck, nipping as he went. “I will, totally up to you.”
“No, Oh, God, please,” Chris begged, tilting his head so Jay-Cee had better access to his neck. “One hundred percent healthy. Not even a cold sore. Please, I want to feel you come in me.”
“I’m not sure you deserve that yet. Maybe if you’re very good. Lube?” He rubbed his beard against Chris’s cheek, then pulled away to see the faint pink friction marks.
“Drawer. Nightstand.”
Jay-Cee climbed off Chris and rummaged through the drawer for the lube. Chris turned his head toward Jay-Cee and watched him over his arm.
Placing the lube off to the side like a promise, Jay-Cee climbed back onto the bed. He pulled Chris’s legs apart and knelt between them. “Lift up.”
Chris started to push up onto his elbows and knees. Jay-Cee pushed his chest back down to the bed. “Just your ass.”
Chris made a sound of protest, and Jay-Cee ran his finger down the crack of Chris’s ass. “Or we could stop.”
“No,” Chris said sharply. He turned his face into the mattress. “Please.” Reluctantly, he pushed up, legs shaking.
Pushing gently on the back of Chris’s knees, Jay-Cee folded Chris’s legs underneath his body until he lay sprawled wide open.
Jay-Cee lowered his body onto the mattress until he could get his hands on Chris’s cheeks. He bit one side and then the other, making sure to rub his beard against the sore skin. Pulling Chris’s cheeks apart, he shoved his face into Chris’s ass and licked a stripe from behind his balls to the base of his spine.
Chris yelled, hands straining against the bonds. “Holy fuck.” He rocked back as best he could, trying to get more.
“Never had anyone do that for you before?” Jay-Cee bit Chris on the inner thigh.
“Fuck no.” He rolled his hips, fucking into the air, desperate for anything.
The bite mark had faded, so Jay-Cee bit down again, sucking and nipping at the skin until he had a bruise that would hopefully last a while. It went well with the pink skin.
“Please,” Chris begged.
Jay-Cee smacked his palm flat on Chris’s ass, forcing a yell out of him. The red hand print looked like it had been painted on his skin. Jay-Cee gave him a matching one on the other cheek.
Chris moaned, breath ragged, hands grasping each other.
“More?” Jay-Cee asked. He trailed his finger lightly over the hot skin.
A gorgeous shudder ran down Chris’s back, and he pushed his face into the mattress.
Jay-Cee laid his hand flat against Chris’s ass to feel the heat and the goosebumps rising on his skin as if his body couldn’t make sense of what it was feeling. “Yes?” He squeezed the muscle under his hand hard enough that the skin dented white under his fingertips. “Let me hear you.”
“Oh, shit,” Chris whine into the mattress. Panting, eyes screwed shut, he turned his face to the side. “Okay. Okay.” He moaned. “Please. More. I want more.”
“Very good,” Jay-Cee said, lifting his hand off Chris.
The muscles in Chris’s back tensed in anticipation of the pain.
Jay-Cee gently put a hand on either cheek and spread Chris back open. Pressing forward, he didn’t hold back, using his tongue and mouth and teeth on all the most sensitive spots; pushing his tongue as deep into Chris as he could.
He was sure anyone passing by outside heard Chris’s shout.
The younger man moaned and shook, cursing and almost sobbing as Jay-Cee drove him crazy with a mix of pleasure from the soft press of his tongue and pain from the scrape of his beard against the bruised flesh.
Chris tensed up around him, a litany of no, no falling from his lips.
Jay-Cee pulled away and tugged Chris’s balls to keep him from coming. Tears leaked from Chris’s eyes as he struggled for control. Jay-Cee had to hold himself tight to keep his orgasm in check.
“Fucking gorgeous.” He ran a hand over Chris’s reddened skin. The air inside the curtained space was sultry with their breath and sweat. Their scents and the smell of sex mingled in a way that went right to the primitive part of Jay-Cee’s brain. The things he wanted to do. Something about Chris brought out parts of him he tried to keep pushed way down deep.
He grabbed the lube.
At the snick of the cap opening, Chris shivered and pushed back. “Please,” he breathed out.
Jay-Cee grabbed Chris’s ankles and slowly pulled his legs out straight until Chris lay stretched out full-length on the bed. Then he crawled up the bed until he pressed against Chris’s side. He kissed Chris’s arm and gave into the temptation to rut his cock against Chris’s hip.
“Tell me one of your fantasies.” He squeezed a small pool of lube into the sweet curve of Chris’s lower back, letting it drip down in the crack of his ass.
“What?” Chris stuttered, turning his face towards Jay-Cee. His eyes were glassy and
unfocused.
Jay-Cee rubbed the lube into Chris’s skin, making it gleam in the soft light. He kissed Chris’s shoulder as he wedged his hand between the globes of his ass. “Tell me what you like.”
20 – What a wicked thing to do
Chris was loose and open from Jay-Cee’s mouth. The finger Jay-Cee slid into him met no resistance. “Tell me,” Jay-Cee demanded.
Chris writhed against the bed, but Jay-Cee kept his hand gentle on Chris’s body, not letting him thrust against Jay-Cee’s finger. He knew how infuriating that felt. So good, but nowhere near enough. A tease. “Please,” Chris begged.
“I bet you imagine being taken, don’t you?” Jay-Cee said into Chris’s ear, voice deep and low. “Forced?”
“No,” Chris groaned. He turned his face away from Jay-Cee, but his hips never stopped grinding against the bed.
Jay-Cee slid his finger in deeper, then pulled it out, dragging across Chris’s prostate as he did. “No?” He stopped with the tip inside of Chris, feeling him clench around it. “You never imagined anything like this? Tied up?” He pushed another finger in, only fingertip deep, feeding Chris’s lust rather than sating it.
Chris’s moans grew more desperate. He shook his head. “No. Please. God. I need.”
Jay-Cee pushed in another inch, and Chris groaned deeply and tried to get his knees under him. Jay-Cee pulled his fingers out and brought his open hand down hard, once on each cheek. “Don’t. Be good.”
All the muscles in Chris’s back went taut as he arched off the bed with a yell, beautiful divots forming as he clenched his ass.
“Don’t come,” Jay-Cee ordered, giving him two more stinging smacks at the top of his thighs.
“Fuck, fuck. Goddamn.” Chris panted as he forced himself to relax. “Fuck me.” His head collapsed back down on the bed, sweat gathering between his shoulder blades and at his temples.
“I will,” Jay-Cee promised. “When you tell me.” He waited until Chris’s breathing evened out, then slid two fingers back in.
Chris whimpered. “Oh, God.”
Jay-Cee pushed his fingers deeper until his palm was flat against Chris’s body. “So, do you ever think about it? About being used?”