by Leta Blake
Aaron shuddered, his heart racing. Yes. Oh, yes.
RJ smiled wickedly. “Is there anything you need to tell me? Hard boundaries I should be aware of? Speak now or forever hold your peace—unless you invoke your safe word, of course.”
“I don’t like watersports.” Aaron had only had one guy try that with him once years ago, but it left him feeling degraded, and not in a good way. “And no bruises on my face.”
Heat flashed in RJ’s eyes, some sort of possessive lust that Aaron felt like a punch to his heart. He gasped for air, his asshole feeling exposed and achy at the same time, even though it was, as yet, untouched.
Fuck, he wanted whatever RJ was going to dish out. He’d take anything—anything at all. If RJ pushed, he’d relent on the hard boundaries too, he could feel it. He wanted to give himself over to RJ’s care. Surrender entirely. Stop living by anyone’s rules but RJ’s. Give up the hard choices. Just for a few minutes. Just for tonight.
“Right. Done,” RJ said, bending his belt in half and using the folded end to stroke Aaron’s cheekbone. The braided leather scraped along his skin, rough and a little threatening. “The rules. Number one: no talking except for your safe word. That means no arguing, no suggestions, no complaining, and no begging. All I want from you now, Mr. Danvers, are your honest noises or silence.” He stroked the belt over Aaron’s back, letting it run its whole length, seductive and menacing at the same time. “Though I prefer noises, just so you know.”
Aaron swallowed and nodded.
“Number two: submit and obey. Do what I tell you to do. It’ll be harder than it sounds, but I promise it will be worth it.”
Aaron nodded his assent again, though his heart kicked. What might RJ ask of him? His hands went sweaty, and he squeezed his asshole, trying to get a grip on the rush of excitement and fear flooding him.
“That’s it, Mr. Danvers. Two very hard-to-follow rules. But I believe in you.” RJ reached out and took hold of Aaron’s hair again, slipping his fingers through it soothingly. “I’m going to take you so high tonight. You’re going to fly like one of Santa’s reindeer.”
Aaron let out a shaky breath and said nothing, assuming the rules were already in place. RJ kissed his forehead, his nose, and then his mouth. Chaste kisses, a little wet from where he’d licked his lips, but lacking in the open-mouthed passion RJ usually went for immediately. Then he straightened.
“We’ll warm up to the belt,” he said, putting it down beside Aaron’s head on the coffee table, right where Aaron would see it. RJ undid his dark jeans, shoving them open enough for the slick head of his cock to poke out from the top of his boxer briefs. Aaron’s pulse pounded as he watched RJ roll up the sleeves of his T-shirt, further exposing his strong arms. With a grim smile, RJ shook out his hands. His long fingers danced in front of Aaron’s face.
“Hold still,” RJ said. “I’m going to make that sweet ass shake, Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron took hold of the edge of the coffee table, the rug making his knees ache already. He wondered if he was allowed to use gestures to request a pillow, or if all communication was discouraged.
RJ’s hand came down on his ass, blotting out the query with a rosy smear of pain. Aaron was still a little tender from the night with the ruler, though the redness and bruises had faded entirely. He gasped, tucking tail and tossing his head back, exposing his throat.
“Mmm,” RJ said. “I love how you react.” He pressed on Aaron’s lower back, pushing until Aaron untucked his butt and stuck it back out again. “Hold it just like that, Mr. Danvers.” He leaned close and whispered menacingly in Aaron’s ear, “Or else.”
Aaron didn’t have time to wonder what threat underlined the words because RJ swatted his butt again, this time in a rhythm of slap-stroke-slap, alternating cheeks and building in intensity. Aaron squirmed, ducking his head down to press his forehead against the coffee table, shoving his ass back even though the rising pain had him gasping and grunting with each swat.
Sweat broke out on his shoulders and chills shivered down his spine. Still RJ continued on, steady and smooth, each slap burning deep into Aaron’s flesh until all he could think about was grabbing a breath before the next one landed. The rest of the world and its worries evaporated in the pain.
“Nice work,” RJ said, ending with a slow stroke on Aaron’s stinging ass cheeks. “Let me just…” He squatted down behind Aaron, palming his burning cheeks and spreading him open. “There. Mmm.”
Aaron shivered as RJ licked his asshole gently, almost imperceptibly, the exact opposite of the feeling of the harsh spanking. He had to slow his breathing and concentrate just to sense the slick, tingly teasing of his rim.
“Mmm,” RJ said again, releasing Aaron’s ass cheeks like he was putting away a treat he planned to finish later. “I love the way you tremble when I do that.”
Aaron hadn’t even realized he was shaking, but of course he was. Not just from the tender rimming, which hadn’t lasted nearly long enough, but also from the spanking itself. His cock was hard, straining up against his stomach and leaking pre-come into a tiny puddle on the rug beneath his knees. He looked up at RJ, hoping his eyes conveyed his need for more assplay. He needed RJ’s tongue and fingers. He craved prostate stroking.
“So naughty,” RJ said. “My little slut.”
Aaron shivered.
“Mmm, you like to be called names, Mr. Danvers? Slut, whore…what else?”
Aaron opened his mouth to answer, then snapped it shut when RJ pressed a finger to his lips. He nodded instead.
“My slut,” RJ said fiercely. “This hole? Mine. This body? Mine.”
Aaron shuddered, shocked by the way his cock throbbed at those words and his asshole pulsed in need. Being RJ’s felt good. He’d never been anyone’s before, much less anyone he trusted.
RJ picked up the belt, and Aaron tensed, another rush of adrenaline firing into his bloodstream, leaving him lightheaded and panting. “I bought this belt at JC Penney when I was a senior in high school,” RJ said, holding it out in front of Aaron’s face. “I wore it not because it was fashionable, but because I didn’t have enough money to buy pants that fit.”
Aaron eyed the belt before looking up to RJ, who was staring at it with a thoughtful expression.
“I wore this belt in your classroom, Mr. Danvers. Do you know how many times I thought about how hot it would be to bend you over that pristine fucking desk of yours and use it on you?”
Aaron bit his lip, gazing up at RJ beneath his lashes, hoping to let him know that he was more than amenable to RJ using it on him now.
“Back then, I bet you never imagined that you’d be all naked on your coffee table, letting RJ Blitz spank you, did you? You never saw this coming.”
Aaron shook his head, sweat slipping down from his temples and his cock twitching where it ached between his legs.
“I did,” RJ said. “I thought about this for years. Does that scare you?”
Aaron figured it probably should. RJ was still pretty much a stranger to him, yet he couldn’t help but trust him implicitly, to love being here with his ass burning from RJ’s hand and his hole slick from his tongue. He shook his head.
RJ smiled. “Good.” He kissed Aaron’s forehead, then showed him the belt again. “But I’m going to scare you a little bit now. Safe word is Hermey.”
RJ moved behind Aaron, pushed him chest-down against the coffee table, and pulled his arms out behind him, capturing both wrists in one big hand. Aaron’s heart stuttered in his chest, and the strain in his shoulders burned. For one brief second, he considered saying the word, because RJ was raising the belt up, and…
“Fuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!” he screamed as the belt made contact.
“No words,” RJ said between the strikes. “Unless you want to use the safe word.”
Aaron could barely remember his own name, much less the safe word as the braided leather fell on his already-stinging buttocks. He squirmed, but that pulled at his shoulders and made RJ’s belt land les
s strategically and thus more painfully.
He tensed all over, straining his muscles to hold as still as he could. With his eyes wide and a cry that bounced from the brick walls of his apartment, he endured RJ landing the belt on him nine more times.
He only knew for sure because when it was over and he was gasping for breath between tears, RJ leaned close and murmured, “Twelve. Unbelievable.” He kissed Aaron’s shoulders and the side of his face. “That’s my sweet Mr. Danvers.”
RJ rubbed Aaron’s shoulders and back, massaging the tension from his muscles. When Aaron was flat on the coffee table again, hiccups of sobs jolting from him, his attention torn between the pleasure of the massage and the pain radiating from his ass, RJ said, “I’ll be right back. Shh, wait here for me.”
Aaron wanted to raise up and watch RJ go, but he was too shocked to move, tears slipping from his eyes even though he didn’t feel like crying. If anything, he felt like begging—for what? He didn’t know. For more, maybe, though he wasn’t sure he could handle that. For a fuck, definitely, but he didn’t want the evening to be over yet. He had a feeling they were only beginning.
RJ’s footsteps neared again. Aaron saw his black boots and jeans stepping toward him before RJ squatted down and his face filled Aaron’s view. “You might need to bite down on this,” RJ whispered, putting a cool, wet washcloth in his mouth. “This is going to sting.”
Aaron struggled to sit up, not sure if he wanted more, but RJ pushed him back down. Aaron didn’t spit the washcloth out, and he didn’t say Hermey, but his heart pounded wildly, and he saw spots as fear roared through him.
RJ smoothed reassuring fingers over his back and down to his hips, avoiding the most painful places. “You’re still so hard, Mr. Danvers. My pain slut. Mine and no one else’s.” He kissed the hot spots on Aaron’s ass with a tenderness that made Aaron’s thighs quiver. “Has anyone else ever taken you this far?”
Aaron grunted around the washcloth and shook his head.
“I don’t want anyone else to ever see you like this,” RJ said darkly. “This is too beautiful.” He slipped his hands around Aaron’s hips, combed his fingers through Aaron’s pubic hair, and gripped his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. He squeezed Aaron’s balls lightly, making him catch his breath and go very, very still.
“Mr. Danvers, I know this has already been a lot for you, but if you trust me and give in—if you don’t fight, I’ll take you somewhere you’ve never gone before.”
Aaron looked over his shoulder, caught RJ’s determined, lust-filled expression, and felt faint. He swallowed, cool water from the washcloth slipping down his throat. He turned back to the coffee table, planting his right cheek on the wood and biting hard on the washcloth.
“Oh, fuck yes,” RJ said, squeezing Aaron’s balls harder, so that it hurt enough to squeal before releasing them aching and tight between Aaron’s legs. RJ hummed with clear pleasure, perhaps at how hard Aaron was. “This is the difficult part now, baby. Hold tight and trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
Aaron shivered and gripped the edges of the coffee table, the wood cool and solid beneath his fingers.
The belt started up again, and this time it didn’t stop. Each strike was not quite as hard as the initial belting had been, but the cumulative strikes were like wildfire bursting into flame over and over. Aaron squirmed, he moved, he jolted, and when RJ pushed his head against the table with one hand and stepped on his calf with his heavy boot and held him down for the shocking pain, Aaron collapsed into it.
A dizzy, warm, open space grabbed him and took him higher and higher, flying him into an aching bliss he’d never known possible. The pain was still there, but it was necessary, and he stopped fighting, taking it eagerly and crying like his heart was broken. He never wanted it to stop.
Abruptly, RJ pulled back, the sudden end to the strikes making Aaron scream, “No!”
His sweaty skin prickled, his nipples ached, and his cock was throbbing like a wound, but he wanted more—he needed RJ to hold him down and force these scary feelings from him. He loved when RJ held the reins on his body. He needed it.
“Shh,” RJ soothed. “You’re all right. I’ve got you.” He kissed Aaron, his tongue sliding in and soothing the panting sobs. “I’ve got my sweet baby boy.”
Aaron grabbed hold of RJ’s shoulders, gripping his T-shirt and tugging himself against RJ’s body, hungry for his kisses and desperate for his arms around him. RJ gave him what he wanted, sliding his hands down to cup Aaron’s flaming ass, squeezing and making him cry out into RJ’s mouth, making his cock jerk a spurt of pre-come against RJ’s jeans-clad thigh.
“That’s right,” RJ said. “I’ve got you, baby. You’re safe.” He nuzzled Aaron’s neck. “Did you fly?”
Aaron nodded, his throat clogged with tears and fear that he was still flying, that he’d crash land, and that he’d never fly again. Not if RJ left. Not if this ended.
RJ kissed Aaron’s throat. “Take off your T-shirt. Get on your hands and knees. Crawl to the bedroom, Mr. Danvers. I want to see your red ass move.”
Dazed and tender everywhere from lips to nipples to smarting ass, he clung to RJ for a moment longer. Shame and arousal prickling him in equal amounts, Aaron did as he was told. RJ followed behind him, commenting on his ruddy ass and the bruises he could see forming.
“Baby, you’re not going to forget tonight, and neither will I. Come Christmas you’re still going to have my marks on you.”
Aaron shivered, his cock dripping as he made his slow, crawling way to the bedroom. He yelped when RJ’s hand landed in his hair and pulled him to a stop on the rug by the bed. “Stay there.”
He panted on the floor by the bed, his knees aching. RJ rummaged in his closet and emerged with a long, dark tie. He placed it over Aaron’s eyes.
“Remember your safe word?” RJ asked.
Aaron nodded.
“Good.” He knotted the tie behind Aaron’s head, and Aaron shivered in the darkness. He hadn’t been too aware of using his eyes since he’d had them screwed shut for the most part while being spanked and belted, but now that he couldn’t see, even if he wanted to, he felt more vulnerable than ever.
“First things first,” RJ said, and Aaron heard the sound of RJ’s shoes clomping to the floor and clothes coming off. He wished he could see RJ’s body, but he held still, ass hurting like he’d never known possible and his cock aching like hell. He wanted to come, but he wanted to make this last for the rest of his life too.
“Get on the bed,” RJ said. “On your back.”
It was harder than it should be to get onto the bed without being able to see, but he managed it, though less than gracefully given the small huff of laughter RJ let out. Aaron settled on his back, letting out a small shriek of pain as his sore ass touched the sheets.
“Hands up to the headboard,” RJ said from beside the bed, where Aaron could hear him opening drawers. He winced when he heard RJ’s chuckle.
“Oh, baby, this is a nice set of toys you have here.”
Aaron opened his mouth to answer but remembered the no-words rule when RJ’s finger descended on his lips.
“I think I’ll have fun with these. Now, what did I say? Hands on the headboard, slut.”
Aaron shivered and thrust his hands up to touch the wooden headboard behind him.
“I don’t have restraints,” RJ said. “But I want you to imagine I do. Pretend your hands are stuck there. No matter what I do, don’t take them off.”
No touching now too? No words. No touching. He was just supposed to, what? Lie back and take it? He shivered again. Fuck yes.
“Good,” RJ murmured, taking hold of Aaron’s throbbing dick again and squeezing it. “I see you like that idea a hell of a lot.” RJ rubbed Aaron’s slick pre-come around the sensitive crown, making him moan and squirm, which only rubbed his sore ass against the sheets, making him tear up and somehow nearly come.
RJ dropped his cock. “Oh no, not yet. If you come before I say
you can, I don’t think you’ll enjoy the punishment.”
Aaron didn’t know what to make of that threat, but he held very still, taking in steady breaths.
“Now, let’s see how you like this,” RJ said. “I already know I’m going to love it.”
RJ was insanely hard. He was sweaty and desperate, and he wanted to fuck Aaron, but he had bigger plans than that. Including slicking up the big fat toy he’d found in Aaron’s drawer and sliding it up Aaron’s hot, quivering ass.
“That’s so good,” he encouraged as Aaron squirmed and moaned, obviously struggling to get the full girth of the ridiculous thing inside. Either he didn’t use it very much or he’d never used it at all, because Aaron was a shocked, sweaty mess when RJ finally pushed the base flush against his trembling ass cheeks. His cock was so hard it was nearly purple and pre-come slipped down the sides of his stomach as he strained in pleasure.
“That’s gorgeous,” RJ murmured, slipping up to kiss Aaron’s red, panting mouth and whisper encouragement in his ear. “You’re stretched so wide.”
Aaron whined and turned to RJ, his expression one of wrecked pain and pleasure mixed together, his tongue outstretched begging for a kiss. RJ gave him one and sank into a sweet exchange of spit and tongue strokes, pressing his hard cock against Aaron’s hip as they kissed and squirmed together.
“That’s enough of that,” he said, pulling away and laughing at Aaron’s soft noise of disappointment. “Don’t worry. You’ll like the next part. I promise.”
He was torn between some nipple torture, which he thought Aaron would really get off on, and getting his own needs met sooner rather than later. He decided on the latter. He’d already gone above and beyond in fulfilling some of Aaron’s kinks, so he might as well get in a few of his own.
RJ reached for the lube and prepped himself while Aaron waited, breathing hard, his skin splotchy red and the giant dildo in his ass, his legs splayed. RJ straddled Aaron’s hips and without preamble or warning, gripped his straining cock and guided it straight to RJ’s lubed and marginally stretched asshole.
