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  I rubbed my hands gently up and down his chest and over his thighs, brushing close but never touching his rock hard cock. He was so hard you could see it jump with his pulse. He was beautiful, his submission complete. Looking into his eyes, I could see no fear, only passion.

  “Good Boy. You are so special, submitting to me.”

  With my hands at his collarbone, I dragged my nails across his chest, scraping his nipples and down to his thighs. The marks were perfect. Bright red against his pale skin, the gasp music to my ears.

  Running my fingers gently over his dermal piercings, the perfect bright red arches flaming over his Adonis lines. They were a perfect mirror to his personality. His sparkle covering a living flame of honor and love. He was such a bright and loving person, but, beware of his temper, you do not want to make him mad or hurt someone he cares for.

  “Such a pretty little trail of sparkles. Just like you my Boy.”

  Gently running my fingernails under the piercings I watched as the goose bumps covered his skin.

  “You like this my Boy? Oh yes, you do. So very responsive. Such a Good Boy.”

  I suddenly rasped my nails down his chest, straight to his cock before gently running my nails over it.

  “Ngh.. Oh..”

  My Boy was on his way, the glassy look in his eyes telling me he was in heaven. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I squeezed just hard enough to hurt a little. I wanted his attention and I knew I had it when his eyes opened wide.

  “My Boy, did I give you permission to make any noise? Did I tell you it was alright?”

  Using a disappointed voice and shaking my head, I saw the nervousness in his eyes. I laughed a little. I had his dick firmly in my hand and he had no idea what I would do.

  “I’m sorry, Patron. I.. I didn’t mean to Patron. I’m sorry.”

  The tremor in his voice thrilled me and I had to squeeze my own cock to stave off my orgasm. His submission was amazingly erotic.

  “Oh, my Boy. Well, you will have to be punished, but maybe if you ask nicely I will let you make your noises. I like the noises you make, but you’d better ask nicely.”

  Giving him my best Dom face I waited to see what he would say.

  “Please, Patron. Oh please, may I make noises for you, Patron? I’m sorry I didn’t wait for permission, but you make it so hard to control them. I love what you’re doing to me. So much, Patron. Please may I make the noises that will please you?”

  “What a good Boy. I’m so pleased with you, and your pretty begging. Yes, my Boy. You make me very happy. But I haven’t forgotten your punishment. Up and bend forward as far as your restraints will let you.” Going back to the armoire I got a leather riding crop from my stash of toys and returned.

  “Are you comfortable enough, Boy? I don’t want you to hurt.”

  He’d done as I said, but there was very little play in the rigging attached to the cuffs on his wrists. His body was hanging on his arms and shoulders. I had to make sure he was comfortable. This position had his ass in the perfect position to spank.

  “Yes, Patron, I’m good. No pain, Patron.” He whispered the words so softly I had to lean forward to hear them.

  Rubbing my hand over his ass I slapped and grabbed his cheeks. I had to warm up the skin a little before I touched him with the crop. I wanted it to sting, but not to actually hurt. His ass was so firm it was hard to squeeze, but my slaps still sent a little jiggle through it. When I deemed his ass ready and nicely pink, I stepped back to look into my Boy’s eyes.

  “Now, because you begged so prettily, I will only give you ten strikes. You will call them out loud, and you will thank me. Do you understand me, Boy?”

  His nodding made me slap his ass hard.

  “What are the rules, Boy. Speak.”

  “I’m sorry, Patron. Nodding is not an answer, I must speak when my Patron asks a question. I understand, Patron. I‘ll count the strikes, and I’m to receive ten, Patron.”

  His voice showed the strain of trying to answer me. He wanted to please me, but he was flying and speaking was difficult.

  “Good Boy. You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you. Now, are you ready for your punishment, Boy?”

  I rubbed my hand over his ass, grabbing and slapping to sensitize his skin.

  “Yes, Patron.”

  That seemed to be all he could say at the moment. Chuckling again, I stepped back, pulling my arm back to swat his ass.

  Thwack!

  “One, Patron.”

  Thwack!

  “Two, Patron.”

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  “Oh Fuck. Three, four and five, Patron.”

  Loving the tremor in his voice, I walked to his other side. I didn’t want all the punishment to hit on one side.

  Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

  “Six, seven and eight, Patron. Oh shit!”

  “How many more strikes Boy?”

  “Two, Patron. Two more strikes.”

  Thwack!

  Thwack!

  “Nine. Ten, Patron.”

  Tears were coursing down his face, breath whistling in and out of his lungs.

  “Good Boy, you did so well. I’m going to release your arms and you are to lay your chest on the bed. Ass up, Boy. I want to see that pretty red ass of yours.”

  Reaching back to his cuffed wrists, I released them one at a time, massaging each wrist before letting go.

  “Hands over your head, Boy. I don’t think I have to restrain you now. Just don’t move unless I tell you. Do you understand, Boy?”

  He sounded almost drunk when he verbally mumbled some kind of response, but I took it for understanding.

  Letting him calm down for a moment, I returned my toys to the armoire and the restraints back behind the headboard. Climbing behind him, I threw the lube I grabbed from the side table onto the bed and smacked his ass hard, causing him to jump a little, but he stayed in place.

  “Such a good Boy for me. You took your punishment so well. Now I want to make you feel so good. Do you want that, Boy? Do you want to cum?”

  “Yes, Patron. Oh fuck, yes. Please.”

  His immediate response made me grin. Squirting lube across his cheeks and down his crack, I started massaging his ass again, moving closer and closer to his hole. Squeezing and slapping his ass as he moaned, I finally rubbed two of my fingers over his tight pucker. Rubbing in slow circles, I began to push firmly in. His moaning made it hard to go slowly and prepare him properly. He rocked back and forth in time with my fingers and when the third finger finally breached his hole, he shuddered and gasped. It was a really tight fit, but he was still pushing back and moaning in pleasured pain.

  Squirting more lube over my fingers, I continued to push in and out, stretching gently. Scissoring my fingers back and forth, making sure he was ready, I listened to his moans, and watched him shudder with pleasure.

  “Good Boy, that’s just right. You’re perfect. Bright red ass, my fingers pushing in and out as I watch you rock back and forth. You please me so much and the lovely sounds you’re making make me so very hard. Are you ready for me, Boy? Do you want me to fuck you? You have to tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you, Boy.”

  Smacking his ass one more time I waited for him to answer.

  “Yes, Patron. I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me. Please… I… Fuck me, Patron. Please.”

  The extra emphasis at the end made me smile. He was such a pretty thing when he was pushed this far. Flushed and sweaty with need, his ass red from his punishment. Even the tears staining his face were erotic. In total, with gasping breath and trembling body, he was absolutely beautiful. And he was mine.

  “You asked so nicely, Boy. I’ll give you what you want. Such a good boy deserves a treat.”

  Lubing up, I knelt behind him, pulling his hips back to the perfect height. Rubbing the head of my cock over his hole, I pressed in just enough to make him feel the stretch. I teased us both, but mainly giving myself enough time to calm down.
I didn’t want this to end too quickly.

  “Hold on tight, my Boy. It’s the only warning you get.”

  I wanted to slam forward but I held myself back. I shoved forcefully enough to drag a scream from him, but not enough to really hurt him. I held still just long enough to let him settle before pulling back and slamming into him like I had first wanted to. He slid forward and I pulled him back, slapping his ass sharply, loving the red handprint across the top of his right cheek.

  “I told you to hold on, Boy. Didn’t I say to hold on and it would be my only warning? You want me to stop?”

  I slowly began pulling back, knowing he wouldn’t say stop. If he did, I didn’t know where I’d find the strength. But I would.

  “No! No, Patron. I’m sorry. My hands slipped on the covers. I tried to hang on, Patron, but my hands are sweaty and they slipped. I’m so sorry.”

  He was practically sobbing. He needed to calm down or he would make himself sick. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, pressing myself in as far as I could go so he knew I wasn’t leaving him.

  “Alright now. It’s okay. It was just a mistake but you have to try harder. Get a better grip this time, Boy. Show me you can do as I say. I want to hear all those wonderful noises too, Boy. No keeping them from me,”

  Not giving him another warning, I slammed in and out of him. A quick pull out with a hard thrust sent him keening as I watched his fingers clutch the bedding as if his life depended on it.

  Fuck, he felt so good around my cock. It was going to be hard for me not to finish now. It had been a really long time since I’d fucked without a condom. But with my Boy, all I wanted to feel was him and now I was. Our first experience together had been amazing, but this? Looking at what I’d done to him, and his complete and total submission? There weren’t words.

  Whispering to him what a good boy he was and how good he felt, I knew if I didn’t change the pace I’d finish rather quickly, but I didn’t want to stop. I reached around and grabbed my Boy’s cock, squeezing and pulling as I whispered in his ear.

  “Are you ready to cum, Boy? Such pretty little noises, they sound like you need to cum rather badly. Is that what you want, Boy?”

  “Yes! Please...please...please...please…”

  “You may cum, Boy.”

  Before I even got the words fully out of my mouth I felt him clench down on my cock. His muscles jerking as he moaned loudly, crying out his pleasure. It was more than enough to send me right there with him. His muscles were so tight I could barely push in and out. Throwing my head back, I shouted out as my cum shot from the head of my cock, jerking and moaning in chorus with him. Laying gently across his back and kissing his shoulders, I made sure not to put too much of my weight on him. I rested there for just a minute to let us both catch our breath before pulling out and helping my Boy lay down on his back.

  *************

  Alexi

  As I lay back looking at the ceiling, I didn’t really see it. I could feel my Patron unbuckling the cuffs on my ankles, releasing me from the spreader bar. I heard him whispering softly to me. It was nonsense words and sounds to soothe me. I thought I knew how this would feel, but I had no idea. Sure, I’d played with other Doms. Those times had been good. This time was beyond good. Every bone and muscle in my body had turned to water. I’d never flown this high. I just couldn’t imagine anything better.

  I felt Lucas pull me into his arms, tucking me in close and pulling a comforter over us. I sighed. I thought I’d just close my eyes for a minute, but the next time I opened them it was light outside and I heard Lucas slapping at his alarm clock. I laughed a bit as I heard it tumble off the nightstand and hit the floor.

  “So, you think that’s funny huh?” I heard the throaty rumble coming from the man behind me.

  “Yes, Patron. I think it’s very funny. Time for a shower.” I tried to quickly jump out of the bed, but his arm snagged me before I could make it.

  “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to laugh at me and get away with it.”

  His growl was all the warning I got before he flipped me onto my stomach. He sat across my thighs and began tickling me. I flopped around like a fish out of water, trying to get away from his fingers.

  “Uncle! Uncle! I’m sorry, Patron! I didn’t mean to laugh at you!”

  Slapping my ass, Lucas got up, almost disappointing me. But the slap on my ass reminded me of last night’s spankings.

  “Yes you did, but I’ll let it go for now. Time to get up, so hurry your little red ass up.”

  He gave me one more slap before he headed for the bathroom. Lying in the bed, I heard the toilet flush and the shower go on. Deciding to join him, I jumped up. Lucas was an enigma to me. He seemed so serious all the time. I couldn’t figure out where the playfulness comes from, but I liked it.

  I took the shower gel from the little caddy in the corner as I stepped into the shower. He was busy rinsing the shampoo from his hair, but he knew I was there. Scrubbing his back, I motioned for him to turn around so I could do the same to his front.

  “What’s up with the face?” He asks me.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about Patron. What face?”

  “The one you’re wearing right now. What’s on your mind?”

  I watched as he took the shower gel from my hand to return the favor. I knew he wouldn’t stop asking, but now that I think about it I had no idea how to say what I was thinking.

  “It’s nothing, Patron, really.”

  Smack!

  “Ow!”

  “What are the rules, Boy? You have to tell me the truth. I will not stand for lies, or half truths. What’s on your mind, Boy. I will not ask again.”

  That smack had hurt, he’d meant it to.

  “Patron… it’s just that you were playful. I never in a million years would have expected that from you. Not that it was bad or anything, I like seeing you like that. It’s just that it’s unexpected. That’s all, Patron.”

  “You’re right, Boy. You make me happy. That apparently, shows in my playfulness. I’ve never acted that way with anyone else, just so you know. You make me happy. Your submission last night made me so happy and it’s still here this morning.”

  As he finished scrubbing me down and washing my hair, I watched him. I could see the feelings in his eyes. He was trying to take care of me, like he said. He felt something for me that I didn’t want to name just yet but the feelings were becoming mutual.

  I felt like it was too soon but it also felt right. I’d never felt this way. I’d never felt love like this. It was scary as fuck because he could destroy me if I let him. I was afraid it had gone past the stage where I could pull back from him. I think it was too late for both of us.

  Lucas left me to rinse the shampoo out and headed towards the bedroom while still towel drying his hair. He was up to something, I just didn’t know what. He could have been up to anything and I knew that whatever he had in mind would be uncomfortable, but I’d do as he said.

  Sighing, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. On the counter, he had laid out a brand new toothbrush for me so I decided he could wait a little. I wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed the toothbrush.

  I didn’t hear him when he walked up behind me. I was leaning against the sink thinking last night over in my head. When he snatched the towel from my waist I almost choked on the toothpaste still in my mouth. I quickly spat and rinsed my mouth. Turning around, I saw his face, but there was no sign of the playful Lucas. Standing up straighter, I waited to see what would happen next. A shiver ran through my body as I watched. There was nothing I could do until he told me what he wanted.

  CHAPTER 8

  Lucas

  I’d told Alexi the truth. It’d been a long time since I was playful. My childhood had been anything but normal. I was adopted by family, yes, but that didn’t mean they wanted me there. I knew it. I tried running away many times, but I could never leave my brother behind.

  We wer
e there that day. We watched our mother kill our father. The images were burned into my brain. I knew they were for Jamie too. He knew I wanted to leave, but he begged me not to leave him. He had a better situation than I did, but they weren’t real family. Each other was all we had in the world, and that weight had crushed any playfulness I might have had as a child. So I stayed. I loved my brother and just couldn’t leave him behind.

  After Jamie died, my last connection was cut and I felt the same way I had when my Mother did what she did. Neither of our parents or our family really gave a shit about us. So I had no reason to stick around. I needed to get the hell out. Transferring here had been the best decision I ever made. I had a job I loved and a place to go where I was just like all the other kinky people. Best of all, I’d found Alexi, and now he was mine.