by Tricia Owens
"Good," Sebastian said. "Accept it. Open yourself to it. It feels good to be full, doesn't it? I like to stuff my subs so they're always aware of what their use is." He bent over Matthew, hot chest to Matthew's lightly sweating back, and said into his ear, "Now that you're mine, your ass will rarely be empty. Sometimes, if you're well behaved, it'll be my cock that you feel instead of this."
He used the heel of his hand to push the plug all the way inside. The shape of the plug narrowed just before it flared at the base so Matthew's ring constricted around it, keeping the toy clutched inside him. Matthew let out a groan at the feeling of fullness. He noticed belatedly that he was moving his hips, thrusting himself urgently into the slick grip of Sebastian's fist.
Sebastian encouraged it, squeezing his fingers around Matthew as he pushed against the base of the plug, moving it around inside of him. When it rubbed over his prostate he let out a moan and shoved his hips back.
"Nice," Sebastian approved. "I could tell in the diner that you like being fucked but this cements it."
"I want--I want you."
"Turn around." Sebastian released him. "You may sit now."
As the implications sank in, Matthew ran a shaky hand through his hair. Sebastian had stepped back to watch him and Matthew felt himself blushing as he turned and considered the chair.
"I told you to sit down, baby sub."
Gulping, Matthew gingerly lowered himself down. As soon as his buttocks met the padded seat he could tell this would be trouble. Sure enough, when he lowered his full weight down, the plug shoved up firmly against his prostate.
"Oh, f-fuck," he groaned. He gripped his own knees with whitened fingers.
"You're right. I've teased myself long enough, haven't I?" Sebastian squired the lube on his fingers again and reached behind him. Matthew forgot about the rubber dildo up his ass as he avidly watched Sebastian fingering himself.
"Turn around," he begged. "I want to see."
"Maybe next time, if you please me tonight," was the maddening reply.
After a few moments Sebastian deemed himself ready and slowly shuffled forward. He spread his legs so he could straddle Matthew's lap.
"How are you doing?" Sebastian murmured as he draped his arms around Matthew's shoulders. The tip of Matthew's cock grazed Sebastian's ball sac.
"Pretty much dying here," Matthew croaked. "Can I--may I?" He lifted his hands out to the sides.
"You may."
With a groan of relief, Matthew braced Sebastian's naked hips. The feel of his skin was too much to resist, though, and soon he was sliding his palms up Sebastian's back, feeling the muscles and vertebrae, and down to cup his pert ass.
"Hold me spread," Sebastian ordered. His lips twitched with a suppressed smile as Matthew shuddered.
Clutching Sebastian's ass cheeks, Matthew gritted his teeth as Sebastian carefully lowered himself to the tip of Matthew's cock. Sebastian paused to reached behind and hold Matthew steady before he oh, so slowly sank down. His body swallowed Matthew's cock like a hungry mouth, sucking down each inch until finally Sebastian's balls came to rest on Matthew's lower abdomen. The blond threw back his head, eyes closed, and let out a long sigh of contentment.
Matthew, on the other hand, thought he was going to explode.
"You're so tight," he gritted out. "When was the last time you did this?"
"I can't remember."
That brought Matthew's eyes shooting up to Sebastian's face. The blond was blushing slightly.
"I haven't wanted to before," Sebastian elaborated. He shrugged tensely.
Matthew slid a hand up his back, fingers spread protectively across Sebastian's lower back. "Thank you, Master."
Sebastian smiled. It gained a seductive cast as he said, "Now, hands behind the chair. Clasp them if that makes it easier for you. I'm going to ride you and you're not going to cum, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
He did indeed have to clasp his opposite wrist as Sebastian began to lift and fall, riding Matthew's cock with growing ease. The urge to close his eyes to better endure this torture was overwhelmed by the need to watch Sebastian riding him. The blond's face and upper chest were flushed from arousal and exertion. His muscles bunched and flexed as he rolled his hips or ground back and forth on Matthew's cock, seeking as much stimulation as possible. He was athletic and graceful and Matthew wanted badly to grab Sebastian by the hips and slam into him until he reduced the other man to a quivering mess.
"Master," he pleaded.
Sweat pinned the curls to Sebastian's cheeks and temples. He smoothed a hand over the clenched muscles in Matthew's shoulders. "Is this difficult for you, baby sub?"
"Not at all," Matthew ground out. "I can last as long as you need me to."
Sebastian tossed back his head in utter abandon. "Good, because I feel like slowing down and taking it easy."
To Matthew's horror, Sebastian did exactly that, slowing his movements until he wasn't lifting up at all, merely rocking his hips and squeezing Matthew with his internal muscles. The rocking was diabolical, for it moved Matthew's hips as well, causing the plug inside him to bump and slide against his prostate.
"You know where I learned this?" Sebastian asked, slightly breathless.
"From the Marquis de Sade?"
Sebastian laughed. "Try the Kama Sutra. Impressive, isn't it? I'm a fan of the book."
Matthew could only groan in a mixture of anticipation and dread. Who knew what fresh tortures awaited him as he explored his new relationship with Sebastian.
For nearly twenty minutes Sebastian used him for his own pleasure. Matthew blinked back sweat while he recited his fantasy football team lineups to keep himself from cumming. He stared at the ceiling, gasping, as Sebastian's fingers floated over his chest, tweaking his nipples or scraping fingernails down his taut abdomen. Occasionally the Master would lean down and lick Matthew's cheeks or kiss the corners of his mouth, never allowing Matthew to deepen the kiss. It was all about ramping him up, driving him to the edge.
"Such a good sub," Sebastian purred as he swiveled his hips. "How does your ass feel?"
"Like I've been pulling a train," Matthew groaned as he clenched around the plug.
Smiling, Sebastian began to move faster. He braced his hands on Matthew's shoulders so he could rise and fall, taking the full length of Matthew into him each time.
"Oh, god," Matthew choked out. "I can't - I'm getting close -"
"No, you're not," Sebastian panted. He reached between their bodies and pumped his cock. "You're not going to cum until I'm fucking you."
"Fuck!"
Matthew slammed his heels against the floor and surged up, ramming his hips against Sebastian's buttocks. It drove him in deep and hard and Sebastian arched off of him like the statue of a god in ecstasy.
"Stop!" Sebastian gasped, nails digging into Matthew's shoulders.
Matthew wanted to disobey. He was confident he could give Sebastian a ride he would never forget.
But Sebastian was in charge and he had said stop. So even though it was excruciating and left him trembling all over, Matthew brought his hips down and struggled not to move as his aching cock demanded. His nails dug into his wrist as he fought for control.
"That was bad," Sebastian panted. He gave Matthew an assessing look before carefully standing up and allowing Matthew to slide out of him.
"No," Matthew moaned softly as his flushed, swollen cock bobbed in the air, sensitized and ready to blow.
"Stand up and grab the seat."
It took Matthew a moment to understand what that meant. Once he did, he all but fell out of the chair before twisting around to grab it. It left him in the same position as when Sebastian had inserted the plug. Sebastian tugged at it now until he could get a grip on the base. Matthew's knees shook as the plug was pulled out. He felt empty. He looked back over his shoulder.
"Please..."
"Ask for what you want from me."
"Please fuck me, Master." It came out
without hesitation. Matthew knew what he wanted and he wouldn't shy from it again. "Please. I want to cum with you inside me."
"After I cum," Sebastian corrected him.
Matthew closed his eyes for a second, thrilled at having his choice taken from him.
"Yes..."
"Relax, then."
After the impersonal coldness of the toy, Sebastian felt like the sun sliding inside him.
Matthew moaned as he was filled by the other man. He gripped the chair with an iron grip as Sebastian withdrew almost to the tip and then surged back inside, opening Matthew in a powerful thrust.
"I won't last," he warned, strained.
"You will." Sebastian's voice was sharp with need. He held Matthew by the hip and shoulder, using grips that Matthew had previously cringed at because of the possession they signified.
But he loved it when it was Sebastian grabbing him this way. He loved being pushed and pulled to suit Sebastian's lust because it showed that Sebastian needed him. When Sebastian's thrusts became erratic and his breath began to catch, Matthew bit his lip until he tasted blood, struggling to hold off his own climax. He wanted desperately to please Sebastian first.
"Matthew..." Sebastian groaned.
He swelled inside Matthew and then liquid heat followed. Matthew, knowing what it meant, gasped, "Please!"
"Do it," Sebastian moaned as he continued to pump his hips. "Cum for me."
That was it. Matthew had been riding the edge for too long. The next time Sebastian's cock touched his prostate Matthew peaked and sailed over the edge, gasping as his release shot from him in powerful convulsions.
His knees gave way but Sebastian caught him around the waist and carefully lowered him to the carpet. The sensation of Sebastian leaving his body was dismaying. Matthew wanted the other man inside him always. He reached back blindly. A hand found his and laced their fingers together.
"Baby sub," Sebastian whispered hotly against the nape of Matthew's neck. He brought their hands to Matthew's chest, embracing him from behind. "Tell me the surrender was worth it."
Matthew, eyes closed, smiled like a fool. "Hell, Master. You know it was."
Epilogue
When Sebastian awoke, he wasn't alone. That was... unusual.
He opened his eyes to mid-afternoon sunlight and cautiously canted his eyes down. A tanned arm was curled around his chest and a hair-roughed thigh was thrown possessively across his hips. Ballsy. But at least now he knew who was in bed with him.
He couldn't help but smile when he turned his head and found himself nose to nose with Matthew. The other man, his new submissive, was sleeping hard, mouth slightly agape, fluttering movement behind his eyelids. Sebastian sympathized. He had leashed Matthew and dragged him to bed where he had used Matthew twice more, once with the sub's limbs restrained and the last time while Matthew was free but ordered not to move as Sebastian fucked him on his stomach.
Tied or untied, Matthew had given Sebastian everything he'd wanted and more.
That was why he had allowed Matthew to sleep on the bed with him. It was permission he'd never given another sub. Matthew had been selfless, his desire to serve Sebastian so intense that Sebastian had felt pampered and cherished... and something more.
No, it was too soon for love, but the fact that he was even thinking it - that meant something, and Sebastian wasn't one to hide from his feelings. With Matthew he sometimes felt out of control, as if he'd allowed his guard to fall. But he hadn't suffered for it. In fact things had only become deeper between them, more meaningful, and Sebastian rather liked that.
He ghosted his fingertips along Matthew's forearm, imagining his sub in leather and chains. It would happen eventually, but they would work up to it. Matthew was still very much a baby sub, and Sebastian knew better than to rush. Not if he wanted it to last, which he did.
Oh, yes, he did.
"What are you thinking?"
Startled, he found Matthew awake and studying him. A crease bisected his eyebrows, revealing his concern.
"I'm thinking you're a very presumptuous sub to be holding me this way," Sebastian murmured.
"You haven't pushed me off or kicked me out of bed." Matthew smiled tentatively. "I think you like me here."
"Like I said, you're very presumptuous."
Matthew grew serious, his arm tightening slightly around Sebastian who told himself he would order the sub to remove his arm... at some point.
"Was I what you wanted last night?" Matthew asked him. "I tried so hard to do what you asked, but I'm not good at-- everything."
"You were good enough," Sebastian said. "With more work you may be adequate."
He felt the other man relax. "I loved watching you," Matthew breathed. "You're beautiful when you let yourself go."
Sebastian felt his face warming. What was it about Matthew that could inspire him to blush like a virgin? Annoyed, but only just, he said, "Reach for the headboard, baby sub. Something tells me you need a reminder of your place in this relationship."
"Are we in a relationship?" Matthew asked softly.
Sebastian raised a hand and cupped the other man's face. He could say no, and Matthew would accept it. Matthew wouldn't desire him any less. On the contrary, he might become more attached because he was denied.
But Sebastian had been doing this for years and he was tired. He was the best at what he did and yet he had nothing but a reputation to show for it. Maybe it was time to focus his skills on molding one submissive into the perfect incarnation of all that he desired. Maybe it was time to treat himself to what he'd always dreamed of.
"Until I release you," he said slowly, "you're mine."
Eyes smoldering, Matthew rolled onto his back and reached up to grab the headboard with both hands. "Until then, Master, I'm yours."
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