Packing Leather

by Dare, Kim

  Jamie smiled then, his expression just slightly nervous.

  “So, what are you waiting for?” Darren asked.

  Finally, Jamie took his hands out of his pockets. He reached for the top button on his jeans. His fingers were clumsy, but Darren didn’t offer to help as Jamie carefully pulled his clothing away from his body and freed his cock from behind the elastic on the waistband of his boxers.

  Jamie’s erection was already curving back toward his abs, flushed with arousal and leaking pre-cum freely. Jamie pushed his jeans down until they were around his ankles, taking the boxers with them. For several long seconds he simply stood there, completely exposed to anyone who happened to walk along the sand.

  “Over my lap.” Darren tapped his knee.

  It obviously wasn’t easy for him to get into the unfamiliar position with his jeans bunched up around his legs. They were as efficient a form of bondage as any specially designed piece of leather could have been and the sight of Jamie struggling to please him rushed straight to Darren’s cock. His hard on might have been less conspicuous than Jamie’s, hidden away as it was behind his shorts, but from the look on Jamie’s face, the submissive quickly realized how turned on Darren was as he finally managed to arrange himself over his lap.

  “What?” Darren teased. “Did you think this was purely for your enjoyment?” He stroked his palm over the pale, muscular buttocks laid out before him.

  Jamie instantly arched his back, pressing his arse against Darren’s hand. Darren dipped his fingers down between his cheeks and teased his hole with one fingertip. “Sore?”

  “A little,” Jamie admitted.

  “Do you like feeling that way?”

  Jamie nodded. Shuffling forward slightly, he seemed to try to find a more comfortable position across Darren’s lap. The bench was large enough that his elbows were supported on one side of Darren and his knees rested easily on the other. It was a nice set up for a novice.

  A little bit of wriggling provided some nice friction against Darren’s cock, but there was no need to let him get away with too much of it—not even if some little part of Darren’s mind was already sure that Jamie was already sneaking into parts of his mind that no other submissive had ventured into before.

  Jamie tensed every muscle he possessed when Darren’s forearm came to rest over the small of his back. Twisting his neck, he looked over his shoulder. Darren raised an eyebrow at him again, as if to ask if he had some sort of problem with his lover taking a firm hold on him.

  Jamie turned to face front. He had no problem with it. He had no problem with anything the other man wanted to do with him, and that scared Jamie far more than the prospect of a spanking did.

  A gentle breeze blew in off the sea. It caressed Jamie’s cheeks as it made its way inland—both those on his face and those on his arse. Heat rushed to the former as he was reminded just how exposed the latter were. Jamie kept his gaze lowered, so there was no chance of him meeting any of their onlookers’ eyes.

  “Ever played in public before?” Darren asked.

  Jamie shook his head almost absentmindedly, all his thoughts on the scene before him. The rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore was practically hypnotic.

  “Ever played with another man in private?” Darren asked. His words were softly spoken. They seemed to fall in time with the ebb and flow of the sea. Jamie didn’t analyze them, he just answered them honestly and shook his head.

  A whoop of laughter from another guy enjoying himself further down the beach broke the moment. Jamie frowned as he replayed their little question and answer section in his mind.

  He hadn’t really admitted that he’d never… No, he couldn’t have… All the air rushed from his lungs as he realized that he really had.

  “You’ve got balls, I’ll give you that,” Darren said.

  “Considering my trousers are still around my ankles, I’d be worried if you thought I didn’t,” Jamie muttered.

  Darren laughed. It was such a beautiful sound, Jamie found himself smiling too. It was hard to remain embarrassed about anything while his lover sounded so happy.

  “It takes a set of brass ones to throw yourself into all of this the way you have.”

  Jamie shrugged.

  “You’ve got an amazing arse too,” Darren said. “I noticed that long before I saw you naked.” His hand stroked back and forth across Jamie’s buttocks as he spoke.

  Jamie bit back a moan, only to end up whimpering instead. “You did?” he managed to ask.

  “Hell yeah, I did. Every time you bent over to get a new ream of paper out of the cabinet, I imagined bending you over the photo copier and reaming your arse.”

  “Miss Hampshire would have had a fit!” Jamie whispered. His foot kicked against the far end of the bench as he tried to stop himself squirming against Darren’s lap and failed. He tried to bring the image of the stern looking mistress of the office stockroom to the front of his mind in an effort to pull himself back from the edge, but even that made little difference.

  “She wasn’t a feature in my daydreams about you.” Darren’s hand left Jamie’s arse for a moment. Then it was back, the palm and fingers cupped together. The smack drowned out any other noise on the beach.

  Heat exploded in Jamie’s right buttock. Before he could even look over his shoulder and discover whether or not Darren had left a handprint on him, the fire beneath his skin rushed to consume his left buttock too, when Darren’s hand came down there as well.

  “Did you buy all those toys you brought with you especially for this weekend?” Darren asked.

  Jamie was too busy processing the pleasure rushing through his veins to try to lie. “No.”

  “But you’ve never used them with anyone else?” Another two smacks fell down against Jamie’s up turned arse in quick succession.

  Jamie shook his head. “Bought them ready for…”

  “For what?” Darren pushed. His hand stroked across the struck skin again and again. It wasn’t enough. Jamie needed far more. He had to feel the other man’s hand spank him properly. The need for it bubbled inside him, until it threatened to topple him off his lover’s lap.

  Any confession was worth making if it convinced Darren to strike him again. “For when you finally invited me to submit to you,” he blurted out.

  The dominant’s reaction was instant. His hand fell against Jamie’s arse. It seemed that he could have barely had time to lift it before it came down on him again. There was nothing Jamie could do then, except hold on to the edge of the leather bench and try to remember how to breathe.

  He’d spent so many years daydreaming about getting spanked by a dominant man, and here he finally was, turned over his fantasy’s knee.

  Pleasure and pain swirled through Darren’s veins until they finally crashed into each other. For a moment, everything wobbled upon a knife’s edge as the conflicting sensations struggled to maintain their balance and right themselves inside Jamie’s body. A second passed. Pleasure and pain shook hands with each other. Rather than going their separate ways, they took hold of each other and raced through Jamie’s veins together, driving each other on, pushing each other faster and faster by the moment.

  Darren’s hand was as unstoppable as the waves rushing up the beach. There was no way Jamie could control its actions. All he could do was accept them. A sheen of sweat broke out across his skin as the heat intensified inside him. The wind whipped at his t-shirt as the material turned damp and Darren continued his onslaught.

  Each blow made Jamie rock across the other man’s lap, pushing his cock into the side of Darren’s thigh, making Jamie all the more desperate to come. Darren hadn’t been joking when he’d threatened to spank him until he begged.

  The moment that thought reached the front of Jamie’s brain, his lips parted.

  “Please. Need to come. Need it so bad. Please, let me come. Do anything you want. Please. So good. Need. Please.” Jamie didn’t make the slightest attempt to hold anything back from his dominan
t. He let it all out into the evening air without any concern for who might hear him. His need was greater than his embarrassment could ever be.

  The only pair of cheeks that turned red at the words were those still getting spanked between his shaky syllables.

  When it arrived, the sudden silence made Jamie’s ears ring. His words stopped when the spanks failed to continue. Even when his senses managed to focus on the world at large, Jamie could only hear the waves and his own panting breaths. If there were other hints of life on the beach, Jamie wasn’t aware of them.

  Fingers nudged at the top of his thighs, trying to force their way between Jamie’s legs.

  Frowning slightly, not sure what his lover wanted him to do. Jamie managed to strain against his bunched up jeans and spread his legs a little. Darren’s hand immediately burrowed between them until his palm slid up and cupped Jamie’s balls.

  His fingers were strong, his hand confident as they played with Jamie’s testicles. “Just checking you’ve still got them,” Darren murmured.

  His palm was hot from the spanking. Jamie had never felt anything so magnificent. “What?” he managed to ask.

  “Those balls you were so pleased that I noticed, you’ve still got them,” Darren told him.

  Jamie closed his eyes very tight. Damn, but it was hard to concentrate when that spanking hot palm was playing with his ball sac that way. “I…”

  “Hush,” Darren corrected. “You don’t need to say a word. When I want you to come, you’ll know about it. I won’t give you permission any sooner if you beg any more, so there’s no need to try.”

  The freedom those words gave Jamie roared through him like a tidal wave. It swept aside any scrap of control that he might have retained until that moment. He let out half a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

  Darren’s arm moved away from the small of Jamie’s back. His hand came to rest on his collar instead. He literally had Jamie by both the collar and the balls. Jamie would have laughed at the truth of that grip, if he’d been able to catch his breath.

  Breathing slipped completely from Jamie’s mind, then. Darren’s hand altered its grip and moved forward to wrap around Jamie’s cock.

  Not having to focus on saying words allowed Jamie to express himself with other, more instinctive sounds. Moans and groans of pleasure quickly filled the air. Squirming against the bench, Jamie managed to get his knees beneath him, and levered himself up a little, so his spanked arse was held higher in the air and the other man had more room to work his cock.

  “That’s right,” Darren murmured. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when your master plays with your cock and lets you come.”

  Jamie nodded frantically, incapable of actually answering with speech. Someone else said something, but the words came from a long way away and Jamie paid no attention to them. Words spoken by anyone other than Darren weren’t important.

  Wave upon wave of pure bliss flew through Jamie’s veins, each one of them heading straight for his cock.

  “Good boy. Come for me, now.”

  Jamie did as he was told without question or hesitation. His hips bucked, thrusting his cock into Darren’s tight grip as he came, hard and fast, spilling across the other man’s lap in long creamy ropes of semen.

  “Good boy.” The hand on Jamie’s collar slid forward. Fingertips carded gently through Jamie’s hair. Soft noises were murmured above him as he collapsed across Darren’s lap once more.

  There was a sticky patch on Darren’s shorts, it smeared against Jamie’s bare crotch, but he couldn’t bring himself to be concerned about that. He didn’t care about anything other than the fact his lover was holding him close. Darren’s hands rested on his arse and in his hair. The other man’s collar was around his throat, and the world was a bloody brilliant place.

  “Want some lemonade?” Darren asked.

  “Not if I have to get up to fetch it,” Jamie mumbled.

  Darren chuckled. A glass of lemonade, complete with straw, appeared within Jamie’s somewhat restricted field of vision. Still upended over his lover’s lap, Jamie sipped at the cold, refreshing drink. It soothed his throat. It also went some way to clearing his head.

  Jamie closed his eyes. “The bartender delivered this while I was…while you were…”

  “Yeah,” Darren said. Jamie heard the other man swallow down some of his own drink. “Problem?”

  Jamie shook his head and stared at his glass.

  “Up you get.” A tug against his collar, let Jamie know the words were an order, not a suggestion.

  He lifted himself up and sat back on his knees, his jeans still bunched up around his calves. Darren immediately tucked a knuckle under his chin and made Jamie look him in the eye.

  “I’m fine,” Jamie whispered. “It’s just…getting used to the reality rather than just the idea inside my head…it’s…”

  “Better or worse?” Darren looked so damn serious when he asked it.

  “Better,” Jamie whispered. So much better…

  Darren smiled, and Jamie knew he had given the right answer. “Yeah, it is,” the dominant agreed.

  Jamie looked down. They both knew that Darren had a hell of a lot of real life experiences to compare it to. Jamie was under no illusions that their mild little scene could actually feature on his friend’s top twenty list.

  “Much better,” Darren repeated. His fingers slid back into Jamie’s hair and tugged at the strands until Jamie looked up.

  As lies went it was a very nice one for Darren to tell him. Even as something inside Jamie shivered at the reality that he’d just placed himself in, Jamie smiled and held the lie tightly against his chest.

  He was still clinging to his determination to pretend it was the truth for the rest of the weekend, when they got back to their room. Turns taken in the bathroom, Jamie quickly found himself spooned in front of Darren, the other man’s crotch pressed tightly against his freshly spanked arse, the soft sound of Darren’s sleeping breaths the only sound audible in the room.

  Moving carefully so he didn’t disturb the other man, Jamie stroked his fingers over the leather collar. Maybe he only had the other man’s ownership for a few days. And maybe every day he saw him at work in the future and knew that Darren’s dominance over him was nothing more than a memory, was going to be a living hell.

  But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy it while it lasted—it didn’t mean he couldn’t cram every little bit of gratification possible into the time they had left at the hotel.

  Chapter Four

  Half asleep, half awake, Darren rocked his hips and let out a delighted little moan. His brain wasn’t quite sure if he was dreaming or not. His cock didn’t care one way or the other—whatever was happening still felt amazing.

  Burrowing one hand under the thin blanket, Darren fumbled his way down the bed in front of him. Just as he reached that part of the sheet that lay directly in front of his cock, his fingers came to rest on the back of someone’s head. The hair under his fingertips felt real enough. No dream he’d ever experienced had been so substantial. Darren risked blinking open his eyes and looking down his body.

  Bright morning sunlight flooded into the room, but it wasn’t Darren’s bedroom. The sun wasn’t shining at him from the direction of his bedroom window, and wasn’t tinted green by his curtains. The pale blue blankets were as unfamiliar as being woken by such blissful sensations.

  A dream. It had to be. Moving very carefully, unwilling to do anything that risked waking himself up and shattering a very enjoyable illusion, Darren pushed the blanket back and cautiously revealed the man sucking on the tip of his cock.

  Jamie Baker came into view. As sleep cleared Darren’s brain, he smiled. Reality—one. Dream—nil.

  “And a good morning to you, too,” Darren said, his voice rough with sleep. He reached for the bedside table and took a sip from the glass of water resting there.

  Jamie looked up and murmured his own greeting around Darren’s cock. The
vibrations rushed straight up Darren’s spine and hit into every pleasure center his brain possessed. He only just managed to put down the glass before he dropped it.

  Pushing Jamie’s hair back off his forehead, so he had a completely unobstructed view down to the other man’s mouth, Darren lay on his side and stared at his lover for several very long seconds. He had no idea how long the submissive had spent working him while he remained asleep, but he saw the question in Jamie’s eyes when the other man looked up at him.

  “I’m not in any rush,” Darren said. “Take your time. Show me what you can do.” Snatching a pillow from the top of the bed, Darren pushed it under Jamie’s head so the other man could stay there forever without getting a crick in his neck.

  Pushing the blankets back a little further, Darren revealed a little more of the scenario Jamie had placed them in that morning. The other man’s wrists were cuffed behind his back, as if Jamie hadn’t trusted himself to keep his hands to himself while he serviced his master. The only question left to be answered, was if Jamie was worried he’d try to reach out and touch his master without permission, or if he was scared that he’d give in to the temptation to play with his own cock.

  For a moment, Jamie pulled back and let the tip of Darren’s shaft slip from his mouth. He took a deep breath, licked his lips and worked his jaw a little, as if trying to get rid of an ache in the joint.

  Darren picked up the glass of water from the bedside table once more. He held it up to Jamie’s lips, offering him a few moments to catch his breath and rest before he got back to work.

  Apparently, it wasn’t easy to drink from a glass another man was holding at that angle. A little spilled down Jamie’s cheek and onto the bed. Neither commented on that fact.

  “Thank you,” Jamie murmured. His lips were already swollen and reddened from his task.

  “You’re welcome.” Darren’s own lips twitched into a smile. It took a special kind of submissive to thank his lover while he was still in the process of waking him up with a fantastic blow job.